"Even if these people were once underlings of the ’antagonist’, it’s all the sa, and in fact, the effect will be even better!"
"Moreover, this is just the beginning."
"When the ’ritual’ is truly complete, they will be one hundred percent loyal to , then, more people will join this queue, seeing it as an honor."
’Edward’ explained to Jason, his tone full of self-satisfaction.
Jason frowned.
The ’Edward’ before him was behaving abnormally.
Considering the other party’s arrangent, he was a ticulous person. Would such a person kindly explain to him?
And with a sense of bragging?
Absolutely not!
This was not characteristic of the other party.
Unless...
"You’re explaining this to as part of the ’ritual’?"
Jason asked.
"Of course."
"I must say I’m surprised by your intelligence once again."
"Too bad I am the ’protagonist’, and you are the ’antagonist’. As the ’ritual’ continues to proceed, you will certainly beco brainless, impulsive."
’Edward’ nodded, smiling as he spoke.
Then, he took a step forward.
The two were already very close to each other.
As ’Edward’ stepped forward, their noses were nearly touching. Enjoy new adventures at
"Do you really want to hit ?"
"Let remind you."
"No matter what kind of attack I encounter from you, I will not die!"
"At most, I will co back from the brink of death!"
"And every ti I co back, I will beco even stronger!"
No sooner had ’Edward’ finished speaking—
Thud!
A broad-bladed, short-handled cutlass bifurcated him at the waist.
As blood sprayed, ’Edward’s’ body split in two, crashing to the ground.
However, ’Edward’ showed no sign of pain, nor did he scream in agony.
On the contrary, he looked at Jason with a grin.
"I told you, I won’t die from any attack of yours!"
With those words, ’Edward’s’ bisected body self-healed.
He dusted off his clothes and stood up crisply.
Then...
A broad-bladed, short-handled cutlass appeared in ’Edward’s’ hand.
It was Jason’s weapon.
Just a second ago, it had been in Jason’s hand.
Now, it was held by ’Edward’.
The entire process happened in an instant; John and Brian couldn’t even see what happened. The weapon had already changed hands.
Even Jason himself had no ti to react.
He only felt a lightness in his right hand, and then his weapon appeared in the other’s hand.
Jason’s eyes narrowed, staring intently at his own weapon in ’Edward’s’ hand.
’Edward’ continued with a smile.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."
"After each of my near-death experiences, not only do I beco stronger, but also, with great luck, I obtain corresponding items and abilities from you, and furthermore..." R̃äΝΟ𝐛ĚS
"The items and abilities I acquire will reveal the ’potential’ you buried, showing their true faces."
As ’Edward’ spoke, he toyed with the short-handled cutlass with the broad blade.
Then, he waved it several tis in succession.
Suddenly, the ordinary-looking blade quivered.
Hum!
The blade humd, emitting a strange sound.
A layer of gray mist appeared on the blade, and within the mist, phantom figures and monstrous shapes began to erge.
They wailed, they pleaded.
But, in the end, they were extinguished.
Hum!
An even louder hum ensued.
Afterwards, everything returned to normal.
Except the broad-bladed, short-handled cutlass now emitted an unusual glow.
It had not changed in shape, but the first impression of the person seeing the blade was its sharpness, its sturdiness.
"Look at it..."
Bang!
’Edward’ hadn’t finished speaking when Jason kicked him in the throat.
Imbued with skills of expert-level Barehanded Combat and Proficiency Level Griffin Combat Technique, the kick was not only swift and incomparably fierce.
Crack!
’Edward’s’ neck was snapped by the kick.
Moreover, not a trace of force was wasted; ’Edward’ stood motionless on the spot, taking the full brunt of the impact.
As a result, the sound of breaking bones began to spread.
Crack, crack.
The spine, the legs shattered outright.
’Edward’ collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
However, ’Edward’ quickly stood up again.
Not only had the broken neck, the crushed vertebrae, and leg bones recovered, but ’Edward’s’ stature seed even more robust, more powerful.
More importantly...
A hockey mask appeared in his hands.
"As ugly as your own mask."
"Is this one of your precious collection too?"
"Though now, it is mine."
’Edward’ looked over the hockey mask in his hand, critiquing it with his own sense of aesthetics.
Even though his spoken evaluation was not high, as soon as he finished speaking, he still placed it on his face.
The mont ’Edward’ properly positioned the mask on his face,
John and Brian, watching from afar, saw the hockey mask flash with an eerie glow.
Despite seeming like an ordinary hockey mask, both n felt an inexplicable fear.
This was impossible for John and Brian.
After all, both had experienced countless life-and-death missions; fear had long been discarded, and staying cool was their usual state of mind.
But now, fear overwheld their calm, resurfacing once again.
John and Brian exchanged glances.
Both could see the surprise and wariness in each other’s eyes.
They knew all too well what things could instill fear in them and the terrifying degree it could have on ordinary people.
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