The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 63 - 62: The Boiling Blood Combo Technique

[Water Sphere Skill] Your next journey awaits at empire

Just like the Fireball Technique, it’s the most basic entry-level magic, with both low power and low lethality.

Even resisting with the flesh wouldn’t cause any damage.

The top priority now was to retreat back to the squad.

As long as he returned to the priests, he would be able to receive healing.

This was Sharp’s judgnt.

Therefore, he didn’t panic. As a professional Painful Esoteric Sect Soldier Leader, maintaining calm at all tis was the most important quality; even if his butt was on fire, he would still be able to make extrely accurate judgnts.

He must not lose his composure, his mindset must not be in chaos, or it would affect his footwork.

His footwork must not falter.

[Blood Step] was an interdiate-stage combat technique of the Painful Esoteric Sect, and also an extrely difficult mobility skill,

creating blood-red ripples in the air, achieving nearly the speed of hawks or falcons through the vibration of the body’s qi and blood. The high reward ca with high difficulty, requiring extre focus and composure to execute Blood Step.

Otherwise, one would suffer from the backlash of qi and blood.

This was also a feature of the Painful Mother Goddess. The combat techniques and magic she bestowed were double-edged swords, not sothing ordinary people could handle.

After killing so many and torturing even more, Sharp had always maintained a good mindset.

Sharp saw the magician casting this Water Sphere Skill, a nerdy noble with glasses, dressed in a pretentious tuxedo; what kind of power could such a fragile and pompous noble possibly have?

It was just a Water Sphere Skill... No need to block, just take it head-on and then use Blood Step to retreat.

Sharp’s steps had already started, and his qi and blood vibrated once more. He was about to enter the state of Blood Step, ready to quickly retreat.

However, he suddenly noticed sothing was off.

Why, was there a strong odor from this water sphere?

And, wasn’t the amount of water a bit excessive?

Why did the color look a bit off?

The huge water sphere that Lister had created was hovering in the sky, with a vortex at its center, spinning continuously. The yellowish-brown water flowed into the vortex and expanded quickly.

[Elental Water Gathering], from the mont he entered the plain, from the mont Arthur’s Holy Light intimidated the cultists, Lister had been secretly storing up water elents, and now it had reached its maximum.

This humble and plain man was about to fulfill a long-held wish that he had not been able to realize yet—

This water sphere, carrying Lister’s clear and pure will, reflecting the most elegant spirit of nobility!

That soul of the moon inherited from his ancestors was now, with the support of Anle Diapers, finally in its mont of full bloom.

In Sharp’s gradually widening eyes of horror, that yellowish-brown water sphere smashed directly onto his head,

He first felt a substantial impact, as if his head had been struck hard—this level of physical damage shouldn’t have shaken Sharp.

But when that foul stench poured into his airways, down his throat, and flooded through his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, and his eyelids were coated with an orange-yellow liquid, that’s when Sharp confird the true nature of the water sphere.

This fucking thing was a piss balloon!

It was full of fucking urine!

Sharp roared in agony and despair within his heart!

He now had a fireball affixed to his lower half, and his upper half was being doused by a sphere, fire and water synergizing, intermingling,

the fierce sun rging with the tranquil moonlight, fire interlaced with water, water charged with fire. He had finally experienced the ultimate pleasure known to mankind—a pleasure Sharp had sought all his life: the ultimate agony!

Sharp’s composure, utterly shattered.

His steps, too, beca disordered along with it.

Once his steps faltered, the circulation of his vital energy turned chaotic, and he spat out a mouthful of stale blood. He stumbled and fell out of his blood-stepped state, staggering several tis.

He needed a Magician’s help.

Sharp had to extinguish the fire on his body, to snuff out the flas, even though as a warrior with high defense and magic resistance, if he continued to be scorched like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold up—he had to find a way to cool down.

He also needed to clean his upper body, especially his face of the liquid; the sticky fluid had sared over his eyes, and he couldn’t even see where he was walking, not to ntion it would affect his swordsmanship.

At that mont, the kind-hearted An Su also took action.

"Ice Sphere Skill."

An Su’s lips were curled in a brilliant, sunny smile.

Seeing Sharp in such a state, grilled by fire below and sared with urine on top, An Su truly felt sorry and decided to lend a hand, to remove both the fire and water.

An Su was just that kindhearted youth.

[Ice Sphere Skill]

[Initial stage magic, consus one magic power point]

It was one of the many other elental magics he had casually exchanged for; its effect was quite straightforward—to lower the temperature and solidify into ice.

Sharp, reeling from the rebound of his vital energy, hadn’t recovered yet and couldn’t avoid An Su’s freezing.

Ice, water, and fire collided; stars, sun, and moon complented each other, blending into the most dazzling and noble spirit of the borderland, the very epito of the boiling blood of their Borderland Triumvirs’ combined skill!

An Su cast Ice Sphere twice in succession, the first aid at Sharp’s cheeks, the second at Sharp’s crotch.

The liquid on his face rapidly solidified due to the low temperature,

solidifying along his cheeks until it tightly clung to Sharp’s face, forming a half-spherical mask, its shape akin to an astronaut’s oxygen shield.

His entire facial features were tightly squeezed into the urine, with zero gaps, in complete, snug contact.

With a slightly astringent taste, a hint of stickiness, and a touch of cool, refreshing ice,

it was like swimming in a rotting, dizzily fernting septic tank; no matter how much he struggled upwards, he couldn’t break free, forever unable to escape from that stench-filled mire—because the goddamn septic tank was frozen solid!

Unable to breathe air, he was about to suffocate from urine asphyxiation!

The flas extinguished instantly, and Sharp could feel the burning heat rapidly fading, but he felt no joy, for soon, he couldn’t feel anything at all!

His lower half was devoid of any sensation, empty, quiet and solemn, beyond any response.

He no longer felt the presence of his own ’brother’.

There was only loneliness,

just loneliness.

As if placed in the limitless cold of space, with his urine-filled astronaut helt, he aimlessly floated, searching for his lost ’little brother’.

But he could never find it again.