"Wriothesley" quickly struck with a punch imbued with eerie energy, landing heavily on Neuvillette's chest and creating a large hole that pierced through from front to back.
Imdiately after, "Wriothesley" followed up with a left hook that obliterated half of Neuvillette's head, sending blood and brain matter flying.
All of this happened in a fraction of a second, and no one had ti to react before Neuvillette collapsed into a pool of blood, lifeless.
"Neuvillette, I know your coordination with that kid Su Yuan is impressive, so I had to take care of you first..."
"Wriothesley" showed a chilling smile as he looked at Neuvillette's lifeless body.
"Although you have the powerful physique of an sovereign dragon, with a hole in your chest and head, you can't survive, right?"
Su Yuan stared in disbelief at the scene before him...
When did Wriothesley get controlled by the eerie energy?
If he didn't want tea, could anyone force him to drink it?
Where is Sigewinne? Is she already...?
"Wriothesley! Fight !"
Clorinde's face was serious as she swiftly stepped forward, unsheathing her sword and speaking.
"I refuse."
"I concede."
"Wriothesley" and Clorinde spoke almost simultaneously.
Clorinde was montarily stunned, standing there in a daze.
She didn't feel the eerie power within her trying to take control of her body...
"Hehehe... Hahaha... Heh..."
"Wriothesley" let out a strange, chilling laugh.
"Clorinde, a duel is sothing that both parties must agree to for it to be considered a duel..."
"If you have the right to refuse soone's challenge, then naturally, I have the right to refuse yours..."
"So... just die."
Eerie energy gathered in "Wriothesley's" hand.
He launched a lightning-fast straight punch.
Clorinde attempted to dodge, but her speed simply couldn't keep up...
With a single punch, "Wriothesley" blasted a gaping hole straight through Clorinde's abdon.
Clorinde clutched her profusely bleeding wound and collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Su Yuan was shocked by the scene, realizing that Clorinde's eerie transformation rules had a loophole...
A duel must be accepted by both parties for it to be valid.
It was very likely that Clorinde had been able to initiate duels successfully before because her opponents had no words or ans to refuse, essentially defaulting to acceptance and fulfilling the duel's conditions.
But now, the mont an opponent explicitly rejected Clorinde's duel challenge, this loophole was exposed!
However, Clorinde's death was not in vain—at the very least, she had bought ti for Tartaglia!
The mont Aether noticed sothing was wrong, he imdiately turned to Tartaglia and said, "Tartaglia, don't hesitate—go all out!"
"And don't bother with any flashy moves or dramatic lines. Just quietly bring out your Foul Legacy transformation!"
"Also, forget about using elental power—just go for pure physical attacks!"
And so, clad in his violet war armor, Tartaglia in his Foul Legacy transformation appeared before "Wriothesley"!
Aether watched the scene nervously.
In his previous mories, Tartaglia hadn't even finished transforming before he was instantly killed by the eerie Kirara...
But Aether knew that had only happened because both he and Tartaglia had been careless.
Having fought Tartaglia many tis back in Liyue, Aether was well aware of the terrifying power of Foul Legacy...
Foul Legacy allowed Tartaglia to wield both his Vision and Delusion simultaneously, granting him mastery over two elental forces at once.
Although Su Yuan had said that elental power couldn't harm the eerie forces, Foul Legacy still greatly enhanced Tartaglia's defense and speed!
With this power, Tartaglia might actually stand a chance in this battle against the eerie!
"Wriothesley" looked at Tartaglia with interest and said, "This form of yours... seems a bit intriguing."
Facing "Wriothesley" head-on, Tartaglia could feel an overwhelming aura radiating from him—
This kind of pressure... He had only ever felt it when facing his master, Skirk, or soone of her caliber.
So this was the power of the eerie? Truly formidable...
Tartaglia even wondered—if his master were to fight this man, would she be forced to use both hands against him?
"The Duke of ropide, Wriothesley... I've heard that your boxing skills are exceptional. I've wanted to challenge you for a long ti!"
"Then co at ! I hope you can at least make this interesting for !"
The next mont, both Tartaglia and "Wriothesley" vanished from everyone's sight, leaving only faint afterimages behind!
The two engaged in a fierce battle, with sonic booms and violent collisions echoing throughout the space.
Su Yuan was astonished as he watched—so this was the full power of Tartaglia's Foul Legacy?
He could achieve such physical strength without relying on elental energy?
But soon, "Wriothesley's" voice shattered Su Yuan's hopes.
"Hey, hey... Why do I feel like you're getting slower? Your strength is fading too."
"Have you already reached your limit after just this little exchange?"
"I haven't even used my full strength yet..."
Su Yuan thought to himself, This is bad.
Strength always cos at a price.
While Tartaglia's Foul Legacy greatly enhances his power, it also drains his strength and places an imnse burden on his body...
If he can't finish the battle quickly and instead gets dragged into a prolonged fight, things will beco extrely unfavorable.
The eerie-infested Wriothesley's combat prowess should be overwhelming.
The only one who could suppress him was the eerie-infested Neuvillette...
But the first thing "Wriothesley" did upon arriving was to exploit the elent of surprise, catching everyone off guard and instantly eliminating the greatest threat to him—Neuvillette.
Clorinde's eerie transformation might have been powerful enough to contend with him, but "Wriothesley" had already seen through the loophole in her rules...
And now, Su Yuan couldn't shake the feeling that this eerie-infested "Wriothesley" seed far too intelligent and cautious for soone rely controlled by an eerie force...
Then again, Wriothesley himself had always been a ticulous thinker...
At this mont, Tartaglia and "Wriothesley's" battle was reaching its conclusion.
The armor of Tartaglia's Foul Legacy had already dissipated.
He was kneeling on one knee, one hand resting on his knee while the other pressed against the ground to keep himself from collapsing.
"Wriothesley... You really are strong... Even though this power doesn't belong to you..."
Tartaglia's face was pale, his body trembling as he gasped for breath.
"It has been an honor to battle a warrior as strong as you..."
"Through this fight, I've learned even more..."
"And I will put it to use next ti..."
Tartaglia had walked the edge of life and death many tis before, but this ti, he felt as though he had finally reached the end of his life.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty... I failed to complete the mission you entrusted to ..."
"Forgive , my beloved family..."
"Father... Mother... Brother... Sister..."
"Tonya, Tock, Anton..."
"I won't be able to build snown or go ice fishing with you anymore..."
As he spoke, Tartaglia summoned the last of his strength to stand up straight, lifting his head high.
He stood there, unmoving—until finally, his breath ceased.
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