Chapter 170

Chapter 142: Sister’s Critical Hit

With just one strike, she transformed the entire alleyway and half of the neighboring alley into an icy wasteland.

Countless ice spears of varying sizes crisscrossed the cobblestone streets, house beams, and every corner within sight. Some were only half the height of a person, but most stood five to eight meters tall, imposing and terrifying. They were scattered but formed a cohesive whole, resembling dazzling yet deadly ice flowers.

Ice crystals floated in the air like smoke or mist. In that moment, the light from the fire had become a flickering candle, barely casting a red glow.

“Oh my God… This is a disaster… It’s too terrifying…”

“Unimaginable… This scene was caused by a little girl who hasn’t even reached adulthood… Damn it, I should have brought warm clothes.”

Someone behind me gasped in shock.

“Is he dead…”

I heard the deputy captain’s boots crunching on the ground as she seemed to be approaching. I immediately waved my hand frantically, signaling them not to come closer.

At the same time, an ice column shot up beneath my feet, propelling me toward the remaining flicker of fire. I landed on a tilted ice spear and frowned, lowering my head to look at the figure inside.

Directly meeting the bloodshot eyes of the muscular man.

His body… everything below his chest was buried in transparent ice spears, leaving only his head, shoulders, and right arm exposed.

Flames still flickered from his wounds, turning the ice surrounding him slightly red. Steam rose into the air with a hissing sound, and water droplets dripped down the ice spear, forming a small puddle underfoot.

“Huff… huff…”

The muscular man’s eyes were wide with fury and desperation. He stared at me intently, then began to struggle wildly after a moment.

“Ugh… Ah—!”

“Aaaaah—!!”

He let out a bone-chilling roar, raising his still-moving right fist and pounding the ice beneath him repeatedly. His thick arm muscles bulged with each punch, each blow accompanied by exploding flames. He struck seven or eight times, but the ice remained unscathed, not even cracking.

I watched him silently.

After a while, the muscular man raised his head again, glaring at me with rage, and roared like a madman.

“Aaaah—!”

“Who are you! Who are you—!!”

I quickly replied, “Your father.”

“I want you dead… I want you dead!!”

Looking at the golden-haired man’s futile rage, I tilted my head in thought for a moment. Following the usual pattern in stories, the protagonist would typically ask the villain similar questions at this point.

“Tell me the mastermind behind this, and you can live.”

“Hahaha—!”

The muscular man laughed even more maniacally upon hearing this, suddenly swinging his arm towards me.

“Little girl…”

In the next instant, flames roared towards me.

But… it was too slow.

I easily dodged using Moon Step, moving to another ice spear. I pondered for a moment before asking again, “Then… tell me, and I’ll make it quick?”

“Filthy bitch… hehehe…”

He chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with malice as he fixed his gaze on me. Then he crooked his finger, “Come here, and I’ll tell you.”

“…”

There was no communication possible.

Whoosh—

A sharp ice spear sliced through the air and pierced his slightly open mouth, exiting through the back of his skull. Red and white matter burst onto the ice surface… The scene was somewhat unsettling, and I frowned in disgust.

Yet, despite this, the muscular man was still alive.

“Guh—, cough, cough!”

He vomited several clots of blood. The blood immediately ignited when it hit the ice, creating steam that made the surroundings hazy.

I could see his bloodied and mangled wound at the back of his head, healing at a visible speed.

“Heh heh… little girl, no matter who you are… the Gate of Truth will remember you… heh heh…”

Hearing the desperate words from the muscular man, I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t even know who I am, how can you remember me?”

“The great God of Truth… knows everything… It will watch over you… cough cough!”

“Who is this God of Truth?”

“If you want to know… then let me go, and I’ll tell you…”

… That’s wishful thinking.

“I don’t want to know anymore.”

What should I do with him?

Actually, there’s no need to kill him right away… At his level, he can’t escape the ice crystal cage I created; our strength is not on the same level. He no longer poses a threat, but still has the strength to struggle, indicating that he won’t die just yet.

Before, Varal died too quickly, and many questions were left unanswered… Now, I might as well get some useful information from him.

With this in mind, as I was thinking about how to question him, light footsteps came from behind.

Turning around, I saw Teresa walking over.

“The Gate of Truth… seen from the outside, is just an ordinary person,” she said.

I continued, “An ordinary… madman.”

“But a madman is still a person.”

Teresa looked up at me and smiled slightly, her steps never stopping as she walked straight towards the muscular man.

“Perhaps in the eyes of a madman, we are the mad ones.”

“Sister, be careful.”

The muscular man was only hindered in his movements; he wasn’t weakened. I was worried Teresa might get hurt, so I kept my eyes fixed on his bulky figure.

I saw the surprised look on the muscular man’s face as his eyes widened suddenly.

“You are… Sister Teresa?!”

“Oh, yes,” Teresa replied.

As she spoke, she had already stopped five steps away from the muscular man. She raised her slender arm, forming a fist with her right hand, and punched one of the ice spears beside her.

Thud!

A dull sound echoed.

Whether it was an illusion or not, I felt the ground tremble slightly.

Crack.

Following that, the ice that the muscular man had hammered at for a long time without budging, ice that even the Sinfire couldn’t melt, suddenly cracked under what seemed like a weak punch.

“Bang!” The ice shattered. As the ice crystals scattered, a three-meter-tall ice spear broke in half at the waist—Teresa easily picked up the pointed end and held it in her arms.

The events unfolding before my eyes left me momentarily stunned.

What is she going to do…

Her next words came from nearby: “To be known by a madman in the eyes of the world… is it a bad thing or a good thing…”

“You can’t—”

These were the last words the muscular man managed to say.

In the next moment, the ice spear held by Teresa was swung high, as if an invincible giant hammer, smashing down onto his head with a thunderous roar, crushing and exploding like a watermelon.

Red and white substances, mixed with flames, splattered several meters away. The remaining bits of flesh, along with his cervical vertebrae, were smashed forcefully into his chest cavity.

Boom—

Fierce flames burst from the deep hollow of his neck, rising over a meter high, then swiftly extinguishing like a fleeting blossom.

“Teresa sister…”

I stared in shock, not knowing what to say.

A nun smiling as she crushed someone’s head… I feel I’ll never forget this scene… It’s too violent, completely shattering the gentle image she had in my heart…

Teresa, who had finished all this, casually threw the sticky ice spear on the ground and turned to me, saying, “Let’s go, don’t waste time, we have much more to do.”

“…Okay.”