"The Black Lion," the elder in the black robe who was completely concealing his face, was employing ntal magic to control Viscount Garcia's cousin Gus, while also using a mysterious rare artifact to mask the presence of several people in the area.
He had been muttering to himself calmly as Chris charged forward.
"It won't be that easy."
Chris launched a daring assault, his blade flashing with a silvery glow!
His speed was extraordinarily fast, as he unleashed an unstoppable force and thrust his dagger swiftly towards Viscount Garcia's neck.
As soon as the fight began, wind barriers were always ready around Viscount Garcia for protection, but they couldn't completely fend off Chris's attack. The dagger instantly pierced through the invisible wind barrier, about to touch the opponent's body.
Had he succeeded?
Byrne, Irene, Theo, and Vanessa all felt a surge of surprise in their hearts as they witnessed this scene!
Just as Chris's dagger was about to touch Viscount Garcia, his body uncontrollably moved backward, and the movent beca faster and faster!
What's going on?
Chris imdiately realized sothing was amiss, sensing with his powerful perceptive abilities that it was not just his own issue, but that so invisible mysterious force was affecting the whole situation.
Vanessa desperately wanted to stand up, yet she found herself squatting down uncontrollably.
While intending to thrust forward, he found himself involuntarily moving backward, the distance from his opponent growing greater. And the more he tried to move forward, the more he moved back. Could it be...
Viscount Garcia also swayed in place in all directions for an instant as if adapting to so change. The next mont, he charged forward, raising his hands to instantly unleash a flurry of wind blades around him!
anwhile, Byrne, who had realized what was amiss, shouted:
"It's our movents! They've all been reversed!"
When Viscount Garcia faced a fatal threat, the forbidden rare artifact he borrowed from the Eagle clan, the "Chains of Reversal," had automatically activated!
At the cost of one year of his life, within a 300-ter radius centered on him, everyone's movents would be completely reversed!
Each invisible wind blade was imnsely powerful and undoubtedly a lethal attack. Combined with the eerie effect of the "Chains of Reversal," the enemies in Viscount Garcia's mind were as good as dead!
Chris, who seed about to be sliced by the invisible wind blades, suddenly moved with an incredibly strange and agile posture, dodging nurous invisible slashes as if he were a nimble cat.
No, that was even more agile than any cat!
Viscount Garcia was shocked to his core.
That young man not only adapted to the reversed movents in a short ti, but he could also sense the flow of air, dodging the nurous wind blades with extre precision.
"Are you really Chris Fischer?"
He couldn't imagine that the young man before him was the sa extradinsional being of low-level Transmutation ntioned in the reports.
Impossible!
Even a high-level Transmutation Bloodline Knight would hardly be able to dodge such attacks with such agility under those circumstances!
"Fire!"
Byrne had already released a multitude of flaming birds, attempting to attack Viscount Garcia when he suddenly heard the roar of a ferocious beast!
The werewolf creature that had been nearly killed by a teorite had surprisingly stood back up, as if a mysterious rare artifact on its body had activated, quickly replenishing its life force.
The Roaring Evil Beast, full of rage, first backed up a few steps, then took large strides forward, rushing towards Byrne and the others!
Byrne frowned slightly, acutely aware that it was up to him and his companions to deal with this beast, as the "Black Lion" must be controlling Gus.
At the sa ti, Chris had beco entangled in a duel with Viscount Garcia.
To adapt to the effects of the "Chains of Reversal," the Garcia family had already undergone training in advance, so although Viscount Garcia's speed was slightly reduced, he remained lethal.
Every ti he raised his hand, he would send out a flurry of invisible wind blades, with Chris barely dodging each ti, but unable to close in on him.
Getting closer would an he couldn't dodge the attacks anymore; at that distance, it wasn't a matter of agility but a complete lack of space for a perfect dodge.
Chris maintained his distance, engaging in a one-on-one duel with Viscount Garcia.
Viscount Garcia's gaze was determined and focused, keenly aware of his opponent's every move, his robust body moving quickly because of the wind's power.
Each ti he swung his hand, a myriad of invisible wind blades ford half a ter in front of him, then burst forth at speeds surpassing a flintlock bullet.
While Chris dodged the wind blades with deadly precision, he also danced with his silvery dagger, drawing elegant arcs in the air. With each flash of silver light, his fighting spirit soared. Each swing of his dagger carried astonishing power and speed, as if slicing through ti itself.
The Reaper seed to have woven his footsteps into a certain rhythm, alternating between attacks and evasions, their dance filled with contradictory provocations and restraints.
Yet because of the nurous invisible wind blades, he could never truly reach Viscount Garcia.
Moreover, that powerful Reaper would occasionally take to the air, attacking from mid-flight.
However, flying demanded his attention to control the airflow and maintain flight, which greatly reduced the number of slashes he could release, serving only to disrupt the rhythm of the battle.
Viscount Garcia calculated the ti silently within the depths of his heart, thirty seconds swiftly passed—that was the "Chains of Reversal" duration!
Information gap!
He knew when the "Chains of Reversal" would expire, while Chris was utterly unaware, and this mont could decide victory or death!
Battle Skill 15, "Charging Force"!
As the "Chains of Reversal" expired, Viscount Garcia suddenly charged forward.
His arms spread wide, his expression incredibly cold, like a demon's embrace, releasing a sky full of invisible Wind Blades to the greatest extent!
And Chris, not knowing when the "Chains of Reversal" would end, his body uncontrollably lunged forward, and it was too late to dodge perfectly!
One after another, the invisible Wind Blades ca at him, and even as Chris tried to dodge as best as he could, bursting with incredible speed, he was still slashed by one of the invisible Wind Blades, severing his left arm!
His face was expressionless as blood spurted wildly from the severed arm!
"The victor is decided!"
Unable to contain himself, Viscount Garcia burst into maniacal laughter, admiring Chris's exquisite skills and superb agility. Had it not been for the Forbidden rare artifact, he might not have been able to win.
Then he reached out his hand, intending to kill Chris imdiately.
Despite losing a lot of blood, Chris remained calm with a dagger in his single hand, planning to release the Fire of Sin and use the Eyes of Conviction.
He was convinced he could turn the tables on his enemy in the next mont.
Suddenly, a wooden arrow shot from afar with alarming speed, exceedingly sharp!
Viscount Garcia hadn't even reacted before the arrow pierced his waist, and he suddenly felt the seeds within the arrow taking root and sprouting in his flesh, rapidly corrupting his flesh and blood!
"Damn it!"
Imdiately assessing the situation, Viscount Garcia realized that if he didn't find a place to deal with the effects of the arrow, he would surely die within minutes!
Hundreds of ters away, a stunning erald elf stood there, slowly lowering her bow, her gaze calm.
She was Elf March, a powerful ally the Fischer family had hidden for years. Had Chris not been in crisis, she might not have chosen to act.
At that mont, Viscount Garcia saw his brother Andrew fall again, devoid of any signs of life.
"Andrew!"
Viscount Garcia roared in madness and extre grief. Although Andrew was always foolish, he was undoubtedly an important family mber to him.
Then, to his utter astonishnt, he saw the expressionless young man before him regenerating his severed arm at a visibly fast rate under so healing power!
"How is this possible!"
Viscount Garcia was incredibly shocked, unable to believe it—that healing power was undoubtedly terrifying, and basically, only the Forbidden rare artifact or a Monarch Level healing-type Spellcaster could achieve such a feat!
He took a long look at his cousin Gus lying on the ground, eyes wide open and still unable to move, realizing deep down that this battle was lost.
Thus, Viscount Garcia decisively abandoned Gus and, manipulating the wind, flew up high, escaping at incredible speed!
Chris picked up the dagger that had fallen from his severed hand without a mont's hesitation and gave chase!
He knew very well that if Viscount Garcia escaped, this ambush would be aningless. Moreover, as an enemy, Viscount Garcia knew too much about the Fischer family and had to die today!
"Stop chasing, Chris!"
Vanessa couldn't help but shout out, very concerned about Chris's solitary pursuit.
Chris ran swiftly, covering an imnse distance in an instant.
"He can't possibly catch up with ,"
Viscount Garcia flew with all his might high in the sky, his speed even more astonishing, quickly reaching the horizon.
He flew several kiloters away to a wooded area and began to manipulate his life force stream, clearing the terrible seeds from within his body.
"Why would an elf intervene? Where did she co from?"
Viscount Garcia never believed that Chris could catch up with him, quietly beginning to heal while taking out the "Countdown Tir" and sighing.
"Too bad, the fight didn't last three minutes, 'Countdown Tir' couldn't co into play; I was too greedy. If I had set it to just one minute, although it would only have stopped the enemy for one second, it should have had a great effect."
That was the chanism of the "Countdown Tir."
It could be set for a minimum of one minute to a maximum of an hour, correspondingly freezing all targets within range for at least one second to a maximum of sixty seconds at the end of the countdown.
At the sa ti, Chris was still quietly tracking Viscount Garcia's whereabouts using "Tracking Senses."
There were many trails of fresh blood in the air; he could completely lock onto the opponent's position from afar and knew that Viscount Garcia had montarily stopped.
Chris had decided to not let Viscount Garcia live and make it back.
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