Chapter 115: Chapter 111: Fierce Battle!
The night sky, ablaze with flas, turned the horizon red. Many villagers ca out, their faces filled with shock as they watched the scene unfold.
“Can’t catch up.”
Byrne quickly realized that his speed was far inferior to that of the low-level Transmutation Bloodline Knight, so he could only activate the power of the spirit rune “transcend”!
His eyes seed to flicker with blue electric sparks, and the shackles in his mind were broken in an instant!
Byrne’s figure shot up several tis faster, like a fleeting shadow, he dashed through the burned down manor and away into the dark night.
Three minutes.
“Transcend” would bring a three-minute boost to both his physical and ntal speed, and he needed to make the most of this brief ti.
Although it was only three minutes in real ti, for Byrne, the subjective experience of ti seed greatly extended.
Leaves in the surrounding darkness fell slowly, both their bodies moved fra by fra, everything seed to slow down,
his ntal faculties greatly enhanced, and although the shadow in his vision had almost disappeared, many traces remained that he could track.
The fleeing man was undoubtedly Baron Kesse from Byrne’s mory, his build almost exactly matching.
His mind worked at high speed, constantly calculating the best footholds, step by step, closing the distance with each passing second.
He absolutely could not let Baron Kesse escape; leaving a Bloodline Knight filled with a desire for revenge and great maneuverability alive was undoubtedly a huge threat to the Fischer family.
Thirty-seven seconds, thirty-six seconds, thirty-five seconds…
While dashing, Byrne silently counted down, estimating that in just over half a minute, he could catch up with Baron Kesse, by which ti “transcend” would have one hundred thirty-three seconds remaining.
At that mont, Baron Kesse’s basic tactics would be one of three: keep running, attack fiercely, or stand on the defensive.
In Byrne’s mind, he continually devised and rehearsed the responses for each scenario, and in those few short seconds, he had already fought Baron Kesse several tis in his mind.
Twelve seconds, eleven seconds, ten seconds…
He was getting closer and closer to Baron Kesse, even able to clearly see the man’s silhouette under the moonlight!
Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds.
The two had reached a desolate woodland, far from the gradually burning manor.
The frantically running Baron Kesse suddenly stopped, not waiting for Byrne to fully catch up; at a distance of ten ters between them, he stopped, his eyes filled with indelible hatred!
He took a deep breath.
Nearly all of the Kesse bloodline had perished in this massacre, and the furious Baron Kesse did not wish to leave in such a disgraceful way!
He had to kill the one pursuing him!
At the mont Baron Kesse saw Byrne’s face in the moonlight, he hesitated, confusion overtook his hate-filled eyes.
Because the appearance of his pursuer was exactly the sa as his!
A shape-shifting Spellcaster?
But his attack did not slow down; the next mont, he spewed a mass of black flas, swiftly spreading across a few tens of ters in front of him.
Byrne snapped his fingers expressionlessly.
The target for “Shape-shifting” could be any object within his line of sight.
However, if he wanted to swap places with a soulful entity, the other party must be unconsciously free of hostility.
Therefore, he could not directly swap places with Baron Kesse and be attacked by the black flas.
“Shape-shifting” had a half-second delay, and the black flas were already surging towards him!
In the heightened state of “transcend,” Byrne had already calculated safety asures, and only when the black flas reached his face did the spot where he stood turn into a tree branch.
In an instant, Byrne swapped with a fallen tree branch behind Baron Kesse.
“Flas!”
Coming up behind Baron Kesse, he spoke softly, and suddenly, orange-yellow flas burst from his hands, engulfing Baron Kesse like a sky full of flowers.
“Hmph!”
The life force coursing through Baron Kesse’s flesh activated, utilizing Battle Skill 11·Full Armor, shielding his body with an invisible force, completely isolating him from the raging flas.
At the sa ti, solid black dragon scales erged on his body, and within monts, Baron Kesse transford into a warrior cast in steel, seemingly indestructible.
Baron Kesse turned swiftly, pulling his sword from his waist and lunging at Byrne.
Missed.
Byrne calculated the outco the mont his opponent swung the sword; it would not hit its mark.
“Snap!”
Still, he prudently snapped his fingers again.
The next mont, the blade aid at him was suddenly wrapped in black flas, engulfing him.
But just a mont later, Byrne vanished again.
“Why don’t you need to chant spells? You’re clearly not that powerful a Spellcaster, yet you can cast without spells? A mysterious rare artifact?”
Baron Kesse voiced his inner puzzlent with a somber tone, yet his yellow snake-like eyes didn’t cease scanning for his enemy’s traces.
The next mont, Byrne actively appeared behind him, his hands once again releasing a great amount of orange flas.
“Why do you have two types of spells? Is it a Mysterious rare artifact again?”
Baron Kesse was filled with shock but once again used Battle Skill 11: Full Armor to block the flas’ onslaught. Byrne snapped his fingers again as if to exchange sothing, but his position didn’t change at all.
It was useless; the re temperature of the flas couldn’t harm him in the least.
Baron Kesse thought to himself as he rushed towards the impostor at top speed, unleashing an angry slash that instantly beheaded the enemy!
Byrne’s head with widened eyes flew into the air, and his body fell to the ground.
Before he completely fell, he only had ti to throw a bag of powder that hit Baron Kesse’s face.
The next mont, the body abruptly turned into mist and vanished, leaving only a white piece of paper with a triangle drawn on it on the ground.
The thing that was killed was actually a Body Double. The snap of the fingers just now was for swapping places with the Body Double.
“Hm?”
Baron Kesse couldn’t comprehend what had happened, recognizing it only as the effect of a Mysterious rare artifact. At the sa ti, he suddenly felt an intense pain in his eyes!
The powder from before was a violently effective poison!
He didn’t have ti to use Battle Skill 11: Full Armor for defense, and his eyes, unprotected by dragon scales, imdiately felt an unprecedented agony, making him unable to help but howl loudly!
“Ahhhh!”
Byrne crouched ten ters away, silently using the paint he carried on his person, drawing a triangle on the paper he carried.
His lips moved slightly, and then he tossed the spinning paper into the air.
Afterward, Byrne’s voice ca from the piece of paper.
“Die!”
Baron Kesse, who had been howling loudly, suddenly stopped making sounds of pain, instead swinging his blade with extre calmness, suddenly striking towards the direction the voice ca from.
The sword’s edge was incredibly sharp, slicing the paper with the triangle into two halves in an instant!
Baron Kesse’s eyes, now reopened, showed no trace of poisoning. He had just activated a healing-type Mysterious rare artifact, which had silently cured his poisoned eyes.
The loud howling was simply a performance to draw his opponent closer to him.
Unfortunately, the enemy before him was very crafty and showed no sign of taking the bait.
“You should realize by now that you have no chance. The temperature of that fla can’t hurt , so you’ll soon be killed by after you use up your spiritual power,” said the Baron.
Although temporarily suppressed in the confrontation, Baron Kesse felt the scales of victory tipping completely in his favor.
The fraud before him was probably Byrne Fischer, a spellcaster full of tricks, but still unable to break through his body’s defenses.
So the final victor would be himself!
“Byrne, I’m here to help you!”
Suddenly, Irene’s voice rang out from behind Baron Kesse!
He turned around in total astonishnt, only to be even more shocked to find that there was no one behind him at all!
What’s going on?
The destroyed Body Double had left a piece of paper with a triangle on it, which was a Sound Marker that had recorded Irene’s voice beforehand.
In fact, Byrne had planned the tactics he would use in battle in his mind days before, preparing everything needed for actual combat, including the Sound Marker.
And… sothing capable of breaking through the Blackstone Iron Dragon bloodline’s defense!
“Damn!”
Baron Kesse turned back around in utter horror, only to see flas covering the sky like butterflies fluttering towards him, brilliant and dazzling, stirringly beautiful.
He didn’t have ti to use Battle Skill 11 for defense and could only bet on enduring it with his skin’s dragon scales and his potent life force!
“It’s over.”
Byrne expressionlessly lifted a black card in his hand.
It wasn’t a fake-spirit card but a Pre-made Drawing prepared ahead of ti.
For safety’s sake, he had made Pre-made Drawings of every person he had t, except for his family.
The latest version of Pre-made Drawings was completed not by a last stroke of Speed Sketching, but by igniting and heating it to make the nonexistent image truly appear!
“Huff.”
A small fla on his fingertip ignited the card, revealing an evil man with cold serpent pupils.
At the sa mont, the countless fiery butterflies ignited Baron Kesse’s body.
The powder that had been scattered on him was not only toxic but also highly flammable and explosive, instantly resulting in a terrifying explosion!
“Boom!”
A huge roar resounded through the sky, instantly brightening it, then the fire quickly spread, rushing flas along with dazzling light spreading uncontrollably in all directions, engulfing everything in its path.
In an instant, the high temperature and fierce thrust of the fiery explosion made the air boil; Byrne could feel the intense heat wave.
The dragon scales and flesh, already weakened by the rapid sketching, had no resistance in the intensely hot fiery explosion—there was no chance of survival.
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