Just now, in the instant Ronan casually swung out the ax light, he once again captured the spirit light he had felt when he fought the forr commander of the Tangista Empire’s Eighth Legion, the Level 5 Wizard nad Monger, in the Minotaur Maze.
In that mont, it seed as if a dense and invisible network in the void was being tugged at. The power of the ax light, condensed from black aura, surged several tis over, instantly killing the fifth-rank Mosquito Monster with one blow!
"Once more... once more and I should be able to fully grasp it..."
Ronan thought to himself in silence.
At this mont, he suddenly heard the faint rustling of footsteps.
He squinted, seeing Heather, who seed to have recovered from his earlier "Deterrent Punch", slowly moving towards him, her head lowered, lost in thought.
"Get lost!"
Ronan snorted coldly, a hint of cruelty in his heart. He swung his hand, and Heather, without any resistance, was flung away like a ragdoll, landing heavily on the ground.
She lay still on the ground for a while, then got up, her delicate and fair face now marked with several clear purple-red finger marks.
Ronan didn’t look at her, calmly continuing his task of converting the pile of monster corpses obtained from this exploration into Elental Energy in the Elental Energy Pool, thinking of transferring them as soon as possible.
But just a few seconds later, Ronan’s brows furrowed once more.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Ronan turned his head, his gaze coldly sweeping toward a certain spot.
Heather, who was sneaking closer to him, was caught by his gaze. Her body trembled instantly, a clear look of fear flashing across her face.
But....
Soon, two strange blushes inexplicably appeared on her cheeks, and she mustered courage, ignoring Ronan’s warning, taking another step forward.
"Hoo—"
A grand spiritual field, like the movent of an invisible celestial body, erged, and as Ronan splayed his fingers, Heather was involuntarily drawn toward him, her elegant swan neck landing in his grip, tightly held.
"Huff—huff—"
Heather, hanging in mid-air like a chick being strangled by Ronan, breathed rapidly, yet she seed not to be too afraid, instead showing a mysterious excitent and anticipation.
Seeing Heather’s expression, Ronan seed to realize sothing. Frowning, he thought for a mont, and a semi-transparent, pitch-black long nail ford at his fingers, piercing straight into Heather’s brow.
"Ah!"
Under the "Soul Nail," Heather scread miserably.
Ronan released his grip, watching her roll on the ground in agony, writhing like a worm.
The opening of the hem of the Magic Robe revealed large patches of white, which Ronan ignored, flinging another "Soul Nail" into Heather’s body.
This ti, Heather curled up in pain, no longer writhing, only twitching instinctively.
Ronan watched silently, expressionless. After about the ti it takes for two hourglasses, Heather stopped twitching, her limbs beginning to slowly stretch outwards, as if she had completely adapted to this level of pain....
Ronan’s eyes flashed slightly, and with a flick of his hand, the two Soul Nails embedded in Heather’s body floated out on their own, bursting and dissipating into nothingness.
Unexpectedly, Heather, free from the torture of the Soul Nails, did not feel relieved. Instead, she struggled with her spasming body, slowly crawling to Ronan, clutching his leg, and pleaded in a near-beseeching tone: "Damien, I was wrong, please don’t..."
Ronan stood still like a monolith, looking at Heather’s pleading face at his feet, lips tightly pressed.
After a mont, he spoke slowly, "Heather, do you realize... you’re getting a bit perverted."
At his feet, Heather’s pretty face froze, followed by a sudden blush blooming on her cheeks, her eyes filled with a shaful look as if she wished to die.
She released her grip on Ronan’s robe’s hem, lowered her head, and uttered in a faint mosquito-like voice.
"I.. I don’t know.."
"It’s just after that... just now..."
"Suddenly.. there was a feeling... I’ve never experienced before..."
"And it seems... this feeling is only for you.."
Heather’s voice grew softer and softer, eventually becoming completely inaudible. She herself seed too ashad to continue speaking.
What was this situation?
It seems that his earlier punch ant to deter and warn Heather had directly penetrated her soul, inadvertently flipping so long-hidden switch inside her?!
Ronan’s expression was complex as he bit his lip, suddenly finding this surprisingly tricky.
...
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