Chapter 99: Chapter 89: Magic Transformation (Please Follow)
Green giant?
Lynn, who had just entered, was also startled by Nu’er’s appearance. He quickly realized he had overthought it because the state of the other party looked terrible. His height had swollen to over two ters, his right shoulder was swollen, his chest heaved violently, and drool constantly stread from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a deford monster.
So… was this the result of magic transformation?
Lynn imdiately thought of the deford people he had seen earlier in the southern area of town, the so-called defects…
In his thoughts, the angry Nu’er had already charged at him, covering several ters in just a few strides.
Lynn extended his fingers, a flicker of fla appeared at his fingertips, then quickly expanded into a surging fire, colliding with the charging Nu’er.
The scorching tongues of fla continuously roasted Nu’er’s green skin. However, he ignored it completely, letting out a painful roar, confronting the blaze head-on as he swung his right fist at Lynn.
Nu’er was very clear that close combat was his only chance of victory.
Apart from Wizards skilled in Shaping Science, the fragile bodies of other Wizards weren’t much stronger than ordinary people!
Facing this powerful and heavy punch, Lynn dodged to the side, and the robust fist smashed a deep imprint onto the earthen wall beside him.
Nu’er’s strength and speed were far inferior to those who had taken “Divine Grace Potion”… Most importantly, Nu’er’s punches had no technique, obviously lacking in hand-to-hand combat experience.
But his recovery speed was quite fast…
Lynn sharply noticed that the burned skin was rapidly peeling and healing.
The pain from the fire searing his body drove Nu’er into madness. His eyes blood-red, he glared at Lynn in front of him and let out another roar, charging uncontrollably like a runaway tank.
Lynn, seeing this, didn’t use magic but instead drew the long sword from his waist. At such a close range, using White Phosphorus Fire was far too dangerous, and even “Liquid Nitrogen – Frost Domain” couldn’t achieve an instant kill in a short ti.
Moreover, he still needed to keep a live captive…
Seeing Lynn deciding to fight with a sword, Nu’er imdiately felt that the Wizard before him had panicked and lost his sense.
He had long noticed Lynn was not a Wizard from the school of Shaping Science; otherwise, he would have used magic to transform as soon as Nu’er got close.
But what could soone overwheld by magic power do at such proximity?
A sinister smirk appeared on Nu’er’s face; perhaps he would be the first to kill an official Wizard in direct combat.
However, Nu’er soon realized that things were not going as he had anticipated; the other party wasn’t strong or fast, but he always managed to dodge by the barest margin, and Nu’er’s body seed to voluntarily throw itself to the edge of the sword. In a mont, deep cuts had been carved onto his green skin.
Although these injuries would always heal within a few seconds, Nu’er’s expression had begun to look uneasy.
Nothing was without a cost, and his healing ability was no exception. As a Wizard Apprentice, the limited magical power in his body was rapidly being drained, and soon he would be completely exhausted.
With this in mind, Nu’er’s attacks beca even more frenzied, but this only made the flaws in his attacks more obvious.
On the other hand, Lynn imdiately noticed that his opponent’s strength, speed, and recovery abilities were all gradually weakening.
It was ti…
Lynn’s gaze narrowed, and he ducked to avoid Nu’er’s massive right fist, then turned around and slashed his sword on the dark green calf, severing the leg tendon. Nu’er’s huge body instantly lost balance and knelt on the ground.
Without waiting for the opponent to react, Lynn thrust his sword straight again, stabbing from the side and rear, very accurately lodged in the gap of the spine.
Nu’er roared, trying to rise and strike back, but soon he discovered with horror that he had lost control of his entire lower body; his body could only lie helplessly on the ground, no effort could change the situation.
What kind of magic is this?
Nu’er was completely panicked, then the ground beneath him rapidly cracked, turned into fine sand, and engulfed his body, which solidified into form a few seconds later.
He recognized these two magics, they were “Mud to Stone” and “Stone to Mud”…
In just a brief mont, most of Nu’er’s body was embedded in the ground, unable to move at all.
“Wizard sir, you cannot kill … Otherwise, Lord Radak will never let you go, and the ‘Scarlet Thorn’, you will never understand their power…” Nu’er cried out in fear and panic.
The answer was a sword thrusting down from above into his shoulder!
Nu’er’s scream was imdiately replaced by a painful wail.
Lynn pulled out the long sword, this ti pointing it at Nu’er’s head, and said succinctly.
“I ask, you answer! For every extra second you yell, I chop one more ti!”
The wails of Nu’er abruptly halted at his lips, as he fearfully and painfully looked at Lynn.
“Nu’er, the ninth batch of students recruited by Yeya Academy, forced to leave six years ago for failing the tests in elents and Shaping Science, joined the ‘Scarlet Thorn’ the following year…”
Lynn thodically relayed the intelligence he had acquired from Laud, breaking down the opponent’s psychological defenses, and then looked at Nu’er and continued to speak.
“I’m very familiar with you, Nu’er, so you better not try to lie in front of … otherwise, you won’t want to know the consequences.”
“Now tell , where were you and what did you do on that morning three days ago?” Lynn asked.
“I was in the ‘Broad Axe Tavern’, that halfling nad Ralph found , trying to trade the schematics of a skyship for a bounty…” Nu’er’s eyes flickered as he stuttered.
Lynn’s gaze imdiately turned colder; he directly thrust his sword through Nu’er’s right arm, a sharp pain instantly eliciting a bout of painful wails.
Clearly, the other party was lying.
Because just a day before Ralph’s death, he had just conducted a flight test. The ‘Scarlet Thorn’ wouldn’t issue a bounty until the afternoon or evening at the earliest, and that afternoon, this halfling was still helping to pilot the airship, and had to keep watch at night. There was no chance for him to have been gathering such confidential information.
Are you kidding …
Lynn looked at Nu’er, who was still sowhat uncooperative, and said with a touch of amusent.
“Do you know? In our place, there once was a very interesting punishnt called Lingchi, where a knife is used to slice the flesh off the prisoner bit by bit…”
“But don’t worry, the executioner’s skill is definitely more exquisite than you can imagine. They will avoid major arteries, and ensure each slice of flesh is cut precisely in terms of length and thickness… To prevent the prisoner from fainting from the pain, they usually sprinkle so salt water on the knife…”
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