Chapter 104: The Traitor of the Choir (Part Four)
Chris’s expression changed dramatically.
His head went “buzz,” and for a brief moment, he zoned out.
When he refocused, that exquisite, doll-like, bl**d-stained face of the young woman suddenly loomed large in his vision!
“I was wondering…”
Her voice chirped like a bird, and just as she spoke, a cold gleam flashed—
Clang!
A sudden chill sliced past his ear, and in his peripheral vision, Frost Mist dispersed the surrounding poison gas in an instant. Chris blinked, his brain still catching up, but bl**d had already begun to sh**t from his back like a geyser, frozen solid!
Zzz…
The intense pain finally caught up with him in the next moment.
“Uh.”
He groaned, shifting his gaze backward, seeing his burliest arm already soaring upward, bl**d splattering all over the ground. The young woman, holding an ice crystal scythe, had just severed his arm and was now pivoting the scythe back around—
“You little…”
Clang!
The icy blade shot back, aimed directly at Chris’s neck.
In a flicker of a moment, the man executed the fastest dodge of his life, crouching low, barely escaping the lethal edge by a hair’s breadth.
The scythe danced dangerously above his head, severed strands of hair fluttering in front of him. In that instant, Chris’s mind went blank; he moved on instinct, leaping backward with all his might, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the young woman.
After several bounds, he leaped over twenty meters. Seeing she wasn’t pursuing him, he felt a flicker of relief wash over him, quickly followed by a chilling sense of dread.
His eyes were glued to the girl, not daring to look away, beads of cold sweat trickling down his temples.
“Is this… a Divine Miracle?”
He heard her ask, as the short scythe in her hand shattered with a clatter, tossed aside. She stood there, hands on her back, her eyes as dark as the night harboring confusion, misunderstanding, and endless curiosity.
“Um, I must be seeing things clearly; you were just casting a healing miracle,” she nodded before Chris could respond. “That was meant for healing, yet you used it to grow new organs—more robust and agile limbs…”
“How could that be…” he muttered in disbelief.
“Is this a unique method only doctors can manage, another perverse research direction from the Choir?”
“Could it… be Sin Fire…?”
After an abrupt exchange on completely different wavelengths, Chris suddenly glared, fury boiling within him. With a fierce shout, he tore apart the air beside him, summoning three swirling streams of water that he thrust forward!
At the same time, the young woman moved; in a flash, she vanished from where she stood.
“Ah—”
Chris roared, his water whirlpools transforming into three long whips as they slapped against the ground with thundering force, slicing like butter. In mere seconds, countless trenches crisscrossed, the smoke and dust swirling; it looked as if the entire block was being cleaved apart by water.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Chris gasped heavily as the poison gas surged outward again. The light of the healing miracle flickered around him, like fireflies ensuring he wouldn’t suffer any fatal harm, even as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, giving him a chance to heal.
However, maintaining this state was exhaustingly draining; he couldn’t drag this fight out any longer. Whether he fled or took down the girl, he needed to understand his situation quickly.
With that in mind, his gaze darted through the swirling dust, searching for that elusive young woman.
Where is she…
Where!!!
In a split second, Chris stepped forward, thudding his feet against the ground, bracing himself, and he unleashed a volley of strikes, fists cutting through the air like whirling spears, determined to shred everything in his line of sight!
But that strike was destined to miss.
With a whoosh, the young woman reappeared, nimbly dodging between his punches as if she had a sixth sense for danger. She quickly twisted, caught Chris by the collar, and smirked.
“Guess you really are a traitor of the Choir.”
A sly smile ghosted her lips. In those beautiful eyes, Chris sensed disdain mixed with disgust, an emotion that pierced right into his heart.
“What a shame to misuse a miracle like that…”
She said, conjuring another tiny scythe, and swiftly sliced off his third arm beneath his ribcage.
As the bl**d line streaked across, it froze into glittering crystals. The clash continued, and at that moment, Chris felt the pain was minimal, nowhere near as sharp as her blank face and those mocking eyes.
“Ha…”
He chuckled, “You wretched monster.”
Buzz—
Both of them kept exchanging rapid punches in a push-and-pull, and suddenly, Chris exploded with blinding light. In a fierce clash, they locked onto each other’s arms. bl**d spilled from his lips as a wicked glimmer flashed in his eyes; his mask cracked further down the side of his face.
“Enjoy the taste of corruption!”
He roared, twisting his body with force, as green light flared around him. From the disturbing squelch, a n*ked, spine-exposed tail bursting with barbs unleashed a torrent of black-green poison, darting straight for the young woman’s soft abdomen.
“I’m going to dissolve your insides—”
“Wow…”
His malicious roar was cut short by the young woman’s tightening frown. She effortlessly sidestepped the tail strike and switched the scythe to her left hand, slicing it in half—including the bones. In a swift motion, she followed up with another blow, carving into Chris’s chest, embedding the blade deep into his breastbone, freezing the bl**d before it could even spill.
With a tight grip on the hilt, her eyes glowed blue, freezing energy pouring from her blade into Chris’s body. “You think this…”
“Hah!”
Chris let out a mad laugh, ignoring the frost creeping over him. In the young woman’s astonished eyes, he tilted his head back and launched a brutal headbutt—
BANG!
With a dull thud, the young woman’s head snapped back, nearly throwing her off balance as she staggered two steps back, surprise plastered on her face. A hint of pink crept onto her forehead, clearly shocked that he would resort to such a reckless and ridiculous assault.
Meanwhile, Chris still wore a twisted grin, bl**d streaming down his forehead.
“You…”
Seeing him in such a disheveled state but still grinning defiantly, her expression quickly turned back to indifference, her gaze turning progressively colder.
