Chapter 963: Chapter 712: In An Instant
The sealing of the world’s barrier must be closely related to the mysterious phenonon that occurred in Sky City earlier. From this, Roger also connected it to the series of actions led by Heyman on the Erode Continent.
In that case, Heyman right in front of him was the best candidate to interrogate.
During their previous clashes, Heyman was consistently at a disadvantage, faintly suppressed by Jora. Yet, at this mont, after their battle had lasted for a short while, Roger was stunned to discover that Heyman’s strength had explosively increased in the ti they hadn’t seen him.
Even though Jora tried her best to counter, Heyman firmly held the upper hand.
“How has this guy’s power improved so drastically?!”
Roger bided his ti, lurking in the shadows that slipped quietly out from the crevices of the rocks. He patiently waited, and after three to five breaths, when Jora unleashed another burst of power, montarily affecting Heyman—
A black gleam flashed; Black Moon erupted silently, piercing into Heyman’s chest from his blind spot of perception!
Extre speed and secrecy.
By the ti Heyman sensed Roger’s attack, his chest had already been gouged open into a gaping hole!
“Geralt, I’ve been waiting for you!”
A trace of ferocity flickered across Heyman’s face. He paid no attention to his injury, nor to the potential follow-up attacks from Jora.
He extended his hand, encased in tallic armor, grasping the Black Moon that had pierced through his chest.
“Did you think I hadn’t considered the possibility of you two joining forces?”
“You spineless vermin, get out here!”
With a furious roar, a staff materialized out of thin air.
In an instant, the surrounding space seed to freeze. Jora desperately tried to dodge to the side, only to find her movents slowing to a terrifying degree.
“So he had prepared in advance. But why does Heyman fear Geralt so much?” A profound doubt flashed in Jora’s eyes. She even suspected that, at this mont, Heyman’s hatred toward Geralt had surpassed that for her.
Roger’s wrist flicked, and Black Moon effortlessly shredded the tallic covering of Heyman’s hand. A fleeting green light followed, and then flesh was stripped away, exposing golden-glowing bones to the air.
Yet Heyman seed entirely impervious to pain. “The sa ambush won’t work on again!”
His joints twisted in a grotesque manner. In an instant, Heyman had rotated his body to face Roger directly. At the sa ti, his unhard arm swung as the staff suspended in mid-air descended silently.
“Why not keep wearing that black robe and hide yourself?”
As he saw Roger’s face, Heyman sneered.
At this mont, it was Roger himself who held Black Moon. Having reached the Fifth Tier, his strength had grown significantly.
“What? Have you finally gained enough nerve to share everything with my sister?!”
Heyman’s words were steeped in mockery. Illuminated by the staff’s radiance, a chill ran through Roger’s heart. Instinctively, he launched an attack, but Heyman intercepted the trajectory of his strike as though he possessed the power of prophecy!
“What kind of power is this?”
Roger was no longer the man he once was. Reaching the Fifth Tier ant his comprehension of combat had far surpassed that of ordinary beings, even though Transcendents like him weren’t typically adept at close combat.
Normally, with re muscle twitches or shifts in aura, it was nearly impossible to foresee an opponent’s moves in advance.
This was because in such situations, most Transcendents held hundreds of ways to conceal their intentions.
And yet, sohow, Heyman had preempted him just now.
While pondering this, Roger’s hands did not stop. In a re instant, six ticulously prepared attack strategies were countered in advance.
The unsettling feeling of being completely ensnared in soone else’s grasp was suffocating, not only undermining his progress in the fight but exerting severe psychological pressure.
Thus, the battle between Roger and Heyman unfolded in an inexplicably bizarre state.
It resembled a ticulously choreographed performance, their bodies twitching in small, deliberate motions—yet Heyman maintained absolute advantage.
“The staff—it’s the staff in his hands!”
Jora’s voice called out from behind. While Heyman focused intently on Roger, she broke free of the unknown confinent, quickly assessed the scene, and shouted loudly.
Green flas surged as Jora let out a low growl.
“Fear!”
Starting from her, the cold flas spread rapidly outward, devoid of heat. At the sa ti, Roger, heeding the cue, activated the Igni Sword Seal!
“Agony!”
Heyman’s body was pierced with another gaping hole. His hand was shredded to pieces once more. And in bearing the onslaught of injuries, he beca the perfect vessel for nurturing agony.
“Buzz… Buzz…”
The space vibrated, and Roger and Jora’s flas intertwined. But at the core of the burning flas, Heyman’s figure was nowhere to be found.
“Even your flas are identical. You two really are working together.” Heyman’s voice echoed from the sky on the opposite side. He raised the staff in his hand, its dazzling light flashing montarily. The green light coursing over his body healed his injuries entirely.
The enhanced fear and agony ant the flas continued to gnaw at Heyman. Yet he remained unfazed, gazing at Roger and Jora with a peculiar expression.
“My dear sister, noble blood flows within your veins. You truly sicken , choosing this despicable liar, a vermin steeped in deceit!”
“Has he told you the entire truth yet?”
“And my poor Dora—has she also returned to this world?”
Jora’s expression grew heavy. “Even now, you still wish to deceive ?”
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