Chapter 74
There’s a Prop Contest?
Scorpion hadn’t sensed such a powerful fluctuation from Henry before.
It was as if Henry had beco a completely different person in an instant.
Henry, carrying his greatsword, strode towards him step by step.
His movents alone were overwhelmingly oppressive, even sending a chill of fear through Scorpion’s heart.
He couldn’t believe the man before him was the Henry he knew.
What had he experienced during this ti?
Could his talent truly be so heaven-defying that even the Family Head was alard?
No, he couldn’t hold back any longer!
Scorpion felt that if he kept hiding his strength, he might just fall here at Henry’s hands.
He snapped his fingers in front of Henry.
The entire world seed to fall silent, without a single trace of sound.
This was his spatial magic, capable of completely isolating all surrounding noise.
It was with this move that he had assassinated countless individuals.
Those people died under his dagger without even realizing he was near, their deaths utterly baffling.
Every ti he saw their resentnt and fear before death, it was a thrill for Scorpion.
But Henry was right.
He didn’t know what madness had possessed the Family Head, who had warned him explicitly: he must not kill Henry, and must even guarantee his safety!
He had originally thought it a simple task, even the matter of framing Henry was all orchestrated behind the scenes by the Rulter family.
He only needed to kill two people simply.
But he never expected Henry to be acting like a madman.
That greatsword in his hand – Scorpion doubted he could even lift it himself, let alone wield two!
Right now, Scorpion desperately wanted to leave this place imdiately.
But he couldn’t. Because if he left now, those Royal Knights would testify for Henry, proving the real killer was soone else.
He had to go back and kill the surviving Royal Knights!
With this thought, his figure quickly lted into the darkness.
At the sa ti, the few Royal Knights, seeing Scorpion disappear, quickly rallied their spirits.
But they had been maintaining their magic barrier for too long; their magical power was nearly depleted.
They opened their mouths, wanting to warn each other to be careful of the surroundings, but when they spoke, no sound ca out.
One panicked, but soon, his furious expression was forever frozen on his face.
Scorpion’s dagger pierced through his body, then cruelly tore open his abdon.
Blood splattered, drenching the faces of the other Royal Knights.
Simultaneously, a cruel smile appeared on Scorpion’s face.
He swung his dagger, ready to execute the next one.
But the lead Royal Knight abruptly drew his greatsword and slamd it heavily onto Scorpion’s intended path.
Scorpion saw this, shifted his form, and dodged to the side.
The greatsword smashed into the ground, sending leaves flying!
A sky full of leaves fluttered down, obscuring everyone’s vision.
“You damned bastard!”
Though no sound was transmitted, the lead Royal Knight’s fury was palpable.
Golden runes continuously flickered on his greatsword.
He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, the sword humming incessantly, purple electric arcs dancing along the thunder-attributed runes coiled around the blade. Each line traced dangerous patterns of light in the night.
“Die!”
He roared, and the lightning arc unleashed from his greatsword tore through the night sky like silver serpents.
The mont the rune’s brilliance surged, flying gravel exploded into dust mid-air.
However, the expected scream never ca. When the lightning dissipated, Scorpion had eerily appeared beside one of his comrades.
His figure twisted like a ghost, a bone blade extending from under his black cloak shimring with a sinister green, poisonous light.
“Look out!”
His warning ca half a beat too late. Scorpion’s bone blade precisely pierced the back of that Royal Knight’s neck. The man’s eyes widened, black blood gushing from his throat. The greatsword he hadn’t even managed to swing fell powerlessly to the ground.
As he turned, he only saw Scorpion’s sneering smile before he vanished, those crimson pupils filled with mockery.
“You! Damned! Bastard!”
His roar mingled with the rumble of thunder.
Scorpion’s silent space was torn apart by the Royal Knight’s formidable magical power.
The thunder runes on the greatsword flashed wildly, the air in the entire area began to distort, brewing a thunderous force capable of shattering giant boulders.
But Scorpion had already retreated far away, easily distancing himself from that high-danger zone.
Yet he seed to have forgotten there was another person in this area he needed to be wary of.
“Did you forget about ?”
Henry’s voice, ghost-like, sounded right behind him.
Scorpion broke out in a cold sweat.
His dagger instinctively stabbed backward.
But Henry firmly caught his wrist and effortlessly snapped it!
A pained shriek caught the attention of the lead Royal Knight.
He stared in this direction, the fury in his eyes undiminished.
“Henry! Leave him to ! I must kill this beast!”
The several Royal Knights he brought had all been killed by this bastard; he absolutely had to avenge his brothers!
Hearing this, Henry casually threw Scorpion towards him.
The Royal Knight’s body erupted with lightning, forming a purple blade of light capable of splitting the sky. It descended upon Scorpion with a scream that tore through the air.
The ground cracked inch by inch under the residual sword energy, countless bushes turned to dust in the lightning.
Scorpion’s pupils contracted sharply.
He realized if he took this hit head-on, he would definitely die here!
Thinking this, he pulled a syringe from his pocket and stabbed it directly into his arm.
Instantly, his originally withered body swelled violently, twisted black veins bulging under his skin. His left arm burst apart, replaced by a massive shield of flesh and blood!
The mont the lightning blade struck, Scorpion used that flesh shield to forcibly block the attack.
The cost was the complete destruction of the flesh shield by the lightning blade.
The ground was littered with charred flesh and a faint, putrid sll.
Copious amounts of dark green blood continuously flowed from Scorpion’s arm.
Scorpion gasped for breath heavily.
He glared fiercely at the Royal Knight before him, the killing intent in his eyes soaring to unprecedented heights.
The knight seed to have exhausted all his strength with that strike and now knelt weakly on the ground, barely staying upright only by leaning on his greatsword.
This was the perfect opportunity to finish him off.
But he knew Henry wouldn’t give him this chance.
He needed to escape, quickly, and find another opportunity to kill these two later!
With a roar, he tore off a black pendant from his neck. The rune-covered pendant instantly shattered, releasing a thick, ink-like miasma.
“Are you Doraemon? Why so many items? I never heard this was a prop contest.”
Henry raised his greatsword, intending to cleave through the miasma.
But against his back, a familiar sensation pressed against him.
This size… it must be her!
“You rest for a bit. I’ll handle the cleanup.”
Her voice whispered by Henry’s ear, then quickly faded away.
Henry lowered his greatsword, then glanced towards a nearby tree.
Among the branches, a crystal ball was recording everything.
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