Chapter 499

Chapter 122 – Fury Part 2

“Hehehehe…”

The Mist Concealer’s eyes were bloodshot, bulging almost out of their sockets. His throat was squeezed, allowing only hoarse and low sounds to escape. His flaming hand slapped towards the girl’s head, but she blocked it with her arm. Another hand tightly gripped his neck. The two figures moved in and out, back and forth, at an astonishing speed!

Boom! Boom! Rattling…

Dust, gravel, and debris by the roadside flew into the air from the violent collision. The two crashed into a building, bursting through the other side. Such collisions did not cause much harm to the Mist Concealer; he continued to counterattack while being choked.

Iron fists, carrying scorching winds, struck the girl’s abdomen, chest, and head. She blocked each strike with her arms and the handle of her weapon. Sounds of combat echoed through the dust, “whoosh whoosh whoosh.” The girl’s slender arms were like an unbreakable wall, defending every inch of her body. After being pushed back for dozens of meters, the Mist Concealer saw her raise a giant scythe!

Clang—

The blade, already red-hot from the flames of karma, sliced through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing sound. The Mist Concealer was startled and instinctively tried to dodge by turning his head, but in the next moment, the girl swung the scythe behind him. He heard the sound of gears turning, “click click.” Before he could turn to confirm, the girl released her grip on his neck.

Clang clang clang…

The sound of chains rang out suddenly. The handle of the girl’s scythe instantly transformed into a kusarigama. As the Mist Concealer coughed violently, he saw the girl yank the chain with all her might! Suddenly, a tremendous force struck his back, halting his retreat. The Mist Concealer stumbled forward in confusion, and when he lowered his head, a bright red blade had pierced through his abdomen.

“Guh…”

He groaned, but before he could react further, the girl suddenly swung the chain!

Whoosh—

Amidst the howling wind, the Mist Concealer felt his vision blur. Pain had yet to reach him when his feet left the ground. His body was dragged by the chain, tracing a parabolic arc through the air, and then slammed down headfirst!

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang—

In the dull thuds, the ground cracked inch by inch. Rubble flew up as the man’s body, pierced by the scythe and dragged by the chain, was repeatedly smashed into the ground. His arm and neck broke, flames burst forth in the impact, his head swayed weakly in the wind, white ribs protruding from his chest. Pain was no longer felt.

His thinking abilities became numb and blurred with each impact. The Mist Concealer was still alive, but his body was already mangled and fragmented. His face, disfigured beyond recognition, even lost one eye, but the girl showed no signs of stopping.

She swung the chain, dragging the broken remains of the man’s body, like a huge hammer drawing circles in the air. In the immense centrifugal force, the Mist Concealer saw countless times his own blood and organs flung away. Soon after, the scythe could no longer bear the immense force, slicing open his entire abdomen.

Blood and fire splattered everywhere, but the Mist Concealer still didn’t feel the pain. His body, akin to a cannonball, was hurled into the ruins a dozen meters away—

Boom!

Flames exploded before his eyes.

In the next moment, the pain surged like a tidal wave, from his head, throat, limbs, chest, abdomen, every part of his body, overwhelming him.

“Guh… Guh… Haha…”

Heavy stones pressed against his body, his vision obscured by debris. Buried in the rubble, the Mist Concealer couldn’t see himself, but clearly, he could no longer stand.

The karma flames rapidly heated and reddened the massive rocks. In the narrow space, the air became stifling. His body felt as if countless insects were crawling over it. The muscles twitched in the flames, the itching sensation of rapid healing becoming the final straw that shattered his sanity. He let out a sound that was not human, using his remaining intact left hand to scratch bloody marks on his face, unaware that flesh was embedding into his nails.

“Ughahahaha… Hehehe… Hahahaha…”

The Mist Concealer opened his mouth wide, emitting a mad, eerie laughter.

The massive stone pressing on his body melted under the intense heat of the flames. Molten lava flowed over him, nourishing his flesh. Black smoke billowed, and the Mist Concealer’s body crackled with explosions. His right arm twisted grotesquely several times, broken fingers regrew, and his eyes seemed to regain light. Through blurry vision, he saw the girl holding the giant scythe, step by step, walking through the flames toward the ruins.

“Ahaahahaha!!!”

The Mist Concealer stood up.

In the midst of his wild laughter, the ribs sticking out of his chest retracted, and his deformed right arm returned to normal in the flames. Worm-like flesh wriggled on his face and body. A pitch-black eye socket emitted a more vivid red glow. He raised his hand and snapped his neck back into place.

“I… want you dead…”

His partially recovered throat, emerging from the dark flames, produced a low, chilling voice.

“I want you dead…”

His blood-red right eye and the black hole of his left eye stared intently at the girl approaching slowly. The Mist Concealer roared like an injured beast, “I want you—”

Bam!

Before he could finish, the scene in his sight receded again.

The girl leaped with one foot, her petite body vanishing from his view. In the next instant, a thunderous force struck the man’s chest, which had not fully healed. Flames and blood erupted instantly. He didn’t even have time to see how she attacked before being thrown back like a rag doll.

Unable to resist.

That girl didn’t even use Frost Order.

Rushing winds howled in his ears, scenes swirling in his vision. The Mist Concealer couldn’t judge how far he had flown, only feeling that he had crashed through countless solid walls. With a “bang,” he hit the ground, his body still rolling. The girl suddenly appeared beside him, pressing his head down with one hand, smashing it into the ground, spraying dirt. She pinned the Mist Concealer to the ground, dragging him, leaving a long trench behind.

“Where is the clown.”

Bam!

The momentum of being thrown back was forcibly stopped. The Mist Concealer’s face was scraped beyond recognition, flesh hanging from his bones. Hearing the weak but stern voice, he wanted to say something, but couldn’t speak. The girl ignored him, flipping her scythe, and striking downward with the handle. The sharp hook penetrated his skull, pinning him firmly to the ground.

“Tell me.”

Slap!

The Mist Concealer was slapped hard.

But by now, this slap was more of an insult compared to the girl’s previous ferocious attacks.

The Mist Concealer’s split lips moved.

“Huh…”

Then, he received another slap.

Slap!

“Speak.”

“Guh…”

The Mist Concealer’s lips trembled more intensely.

Slap!

The third slap knocked out a few teeth.

“Speak, where is the clown?”

“…”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Bam—

After three slaps, the girl punched his jaw, shattering it.