As a Transcendent on the path of a Knight, Elvin knew very well that the human body had its limits no matter how hard one trained. To put it bluntly, "human potential is limitless" was a false proposition!
One could train their skin to be very tough in all kinds of ways, but the physical and structural limits were always there. One could approach them infinitely, but they could never truly reach or surpass them.
No matter how hard one trained, the skin of a human being, including a human Transcendent, couldn't directly resist the slash of a Transcendent weapon.
Even if a great Knight was standing here, if he didn't use a Transcendent energy defense like his combat aura, he would have to kneel after being slashed in the neck!
Unless …
While he was thinking, his "Data Vision" had already fed back a detail.
It was the ribbon of gray Transcendent spiritual light that surrounded Basam.
"Is it the rune bandages on his body?"
Surprisingly, the seemingly dirty bandages not only helped him resist the damage of the sun, but also had such an excellent physical defense ability.
However, the Ocelot and the Bone Crusher, on the other hand, were also wrapped in similar bandages, but they had already become ragged in the fierce battle.
Clearly, only the bandages on Basam's body were the real high-end goods.
At the same time …
"Elvin, the reason he can still see things is probably because of the 'zombie monsters' on the ship. The 'zombie monsters' under his control should be his eyes."
Milan, who was outside the battlefield, had a higher degree of freedom to observe the details. Soon, she shouted her discovery to Elvin.
Even if they were mortal enemies and knew each other very well, it was impossible for them to know everything about the enemy before the battle really began. Besides, Milan had only learned about the abilities of the Yellow Sand Association's Transcendent from the intelligence of the sect. This was the first time she had actually taken action.
"Got it!"
However, it was useless even if he knew why Basam could still see. Elvin couldn't leave him to Milan while he cleaned up the hundreds of Corpse Monsters.
"Don't come close. You're no match for him in close combat." Elvin agreed during the battle and asked Milan to retreat for the time being. After the test, he already had a new tactic in mind.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Milan's shout attracted Basaram's attention. He immediately abandoned Elvin and rushed towards Milan. Basaram always remembered that this "prophet" was his true target.
"Where are we going? Your opponent is me. "
Of course, Elvin wouldn't watch as Milan was squashed to death like a little chick. Even though he had also eaten the Fruit of Essence and his attributes had increased by quite a bit, his level of Rose Swordsmanship was still far from reaching the level where he could fight someone of a higher level like himself.
Whoosh —
Elvin's slender figure twisted and elongated as his boots stomped on the ground. He rushed behind Basaram, the thin sword in his hand stabbing at the back of Basaram's neck like a poisonous snake.
"Stab!"
The Swift Sword was the simplest and most powerful move in the swordsmanship. Now, in Elvin's hands, it seemed to have returned to its original state.
But after all, his opponent was a powerful peak rank 2 Extraordinary!
Perhaps annoyed by Elvin's extremely agile opponent, Basaram relied on his powerful "defense" to ignore Elvin's stab. He swung his golden staff behind him, aiming for Elvin's head.
Basaram's move was obviously to trade injury for life. He had to get rid of this annoying bug first!
Then …
Bang —!
Gunfire blossomed.
A golden-red phantom flashed. At some point, Elvin's thin sword had been swapped for the "Thorned Golden Rose". He brazenly launched a close-range attack at a distance of less than a meter from Basaram.
With the "Magic Pocket", Elvin had a new way of fighting. After practice, he could switch weapons at any time. Now, he was using a combination of a spear and a sword.
This ability was just more convenient for ordinary Magi to obtain casting materials, but for a close-range expert like Elvin, it was like completing the prerequisites to becoming a "Weapons Master".
The opponent was clearly in close combat, but he was caught off guard and pulled out a long and hard alchemy gun. At this time, he was a freaking cheat!
Elvin, who had resisted the urge to reveal his alchemy gun and suppress him from afar, finally got his reward by catching Basaram off guard.
Clang!
There was a dull sound of metal clashing.
The golden staff with a hole in it fell to the ground, along with one of Basaram's arms. The wound was rough, and only a little black blood flowed out. Clearly, even the runic bandage couldn't withstand a close-range shot from the "alchemy gun".
However, Basaram's powerful Extraordinary instincts, which were already very close to rank 3, and his path of defying "fate" saved his life.
"So the golden staff really is made of gold!"
The bullet rolled inside the soft gold and flew out from the other side. It didn't hit the back of Basaram's neck, but it did leave one of his arms intact.
"Seeing" Elvin raise his gun again, Basaram didn't have the time to denounce Elvin for not following the rules.
Although his Extraordinary class was powerful, his body was still the most important combat ability before he reached rank 3. Losing an arm was equivalent to losing half of his combat ability.
It was a critical moment.
Basaram suddenly turned his head as if he didn't feel any pain. He bit off the tip of his snake-like tongue, destroying the runes that had been drawn on it. A mouthful of stinking black blood shot towards Elvin's face.
Puff!
[Rotting Blood Arrow!]
If he was shot in the face by this strange thing, even if he didn't die, his facial features would be ruined beyond recognition.
What was more frightening was that Elvin was too close to him!
Not far away, the incantation sounded again.
Mal!
Milan's next spell was already a step ahead of him.
A string of black crystals wrapped around his right hand suddenly shot out a gray ray of light, striking Basaram like a bolt of lightning. Although it was blocked for a moment by the Extraordinary spiritual light that burst out of the Rune Bandage on his body, it still entered his body in the end.
It seemed to have no effect.
But in his spiritual vision, there seemed to be a large net or countless black ghost claws squeezing out of the air and surrounding Basaram.
[Witchcraft — Curse of Misfortune!]
Even though he was already a living dead, Basaram felt his heart palpitate for some reason, as if a great disaster was about to befall him!
In a flash.
Elvin simply tilted his head instinctively and easily dodged the Rotting Blood Arrow that shot towards him.
Basaram had already realized what Milan's attack was after his sure-kill attack had failed for some reason. How could he not know about the extremely mysterious Curse of Misfortune of the School of Prophecy since they both walked the path of fate?
However, Elvin wasn't prepared to give him another chance to react.
Bang!
The alchemical gun violently opened up a hole in his left chest that went through his front and back. Shattered flesh and bones splattered out. But perhaps because the body of a living dead was strong enough, the hole was only the size of an adult's fist. It was even smaller than the one that blasted open on Skook's body.
At the same time, due to the tremendous kinetic energy of the bullet, Basaram was knocked back several steps and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Is he dead?"
As a warrior, Milan's combat experience still needed to be improved. The moment Basaram fell to the ground, she had already raised her longsword and was ready to check.
Bang!
Bang!
Basaram seemed to be motionless on the ground, but Elvin fired two more shots. The first shot broke Basaram's other arm, and the second shot broke his right leg.
Only a small amount of dirty black blood flowed out. Basaram didn't show any reaction, as if he had really been killed.
That was until Elvin activated Assault Mode and aimed the third shot at his head.
Bang!
Clang!
A translucent barrier flashed past, but it forcefully deflected the bullet from the alchemical gun.
"Magical Shield? How is that possible?! "
There were only tattered bandages left on his short body. It didn't look like he was hiding some kind of powerful magical tool.
There was only one explanation. He had cast the Magical Shield himself!
Basaram's ability had already given Milan too much of a surprise. Even though the Tomb Guardians were also on the path of fate, and they were also called 'Witchcraft Sorcerers' at grade three, they definitely shouldn't have been Sorcerers before this!
"Huff!"
With a long exhale, Basaram, who knew that he could no longer keep up the act, reacted and slowly sat up.
Crackle … Crackle …
A cold and rotten aura that seemed to come from the depths of hell seeped out from Basaram's body. The runic bandages around his short body broke apart inch by inch, revealing purplish-black festering scars that had healed over his body.
But this wasn't the main point. In between his chest and abdomen, which was so thin that one could clearly see his ribs, there was another … human face!
[Black Witchcraft: Limb Suture!]
This guy had actually dug out a part of his bones and organs, and sewed a part of a Sorcerer onto his body. And he had even succeeded?
What a ruthless person!
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