Facing Sheyan who had painstakingly schemed against him, Little Lord Fokke didn't utter a single word. At present, words were completely useless. His eyes flickered like a will-o '-the-wisp, as Sheyan's hand that was gripping onto his sword blade suddenly congealed with a desolate chilling intent, chilling deep into his heart.
At present, Sheyan had already reached the stage where his dagger was exposed. Without hesitation, he pulled out his' + 7 West 'and slashed towards Little Lord Fokke's head! Little Lord Fokke swung his sword horizontally to block. Both weapons crisscrossed in mid-air, as specks of chilling intent and blue brilliance splashed out.
Both of them simultaneously released a muffled roar from their throats, as they simultaneously exerted their strength and pressed forward! The black miasma surrounding Little Lord Fokke's body congealed into a solid substance, as it churned and rolled. Their faces were merely 20 cm apart, yet separated by two peerlessly incisive weapons. Their gazes seemed as though they wanted to rip apart the enemy's guts, heart and lungs!
Sheyan groaned as he exerted his strength, forcing Little Lord Fokke to stagger back half a step. One could observe that where Little Lord Fokke's shoulder armour had been sliced apart by Chevalle, puffs of purplish black rotting fumes were oozing out like fresh blood. As they dripped onto the ground, they emitted sizzling sounds like sulfuric acid! Sizzling white fumes billowed out with an exceedingly foul stench.
At present, the distance between both of them was merely half a metre. The dense rotting stench of Little Lord Fokke's body assailed his face, as he couldn't help but reveal a weakened state. Right now, he had fallen into Sheyan's scheme, and was indeed in his weakest state.
Firstly, he and Momore had traversed through space and teleported here, which exhausted half of his black magic. Thus, it would be difficult for him to execute his ultimate moves. That was the first bad news.
After leaving his own lair to battle in a foreign land, his strength would be reduced by half. That was the second bad news.
Following that, his mount Momore was trapped by the undead pirates of the Black Pearl. Without a mount, a knight's strength would naturally drop by half!
Following that, while pursuing Sheyan, he unleashed a massacre along the way! Although the souls of those killed by Little Lord Fokke would be converted into his strength, the conversion still required a process. Just like how a human wouldn't be able to take immediate effect after consuming nourishment, it had to be digested and absorbed by the stomach, large intestine and small intestine.
Those dead souls would only be converted into Little Lord Fokke's fighting strength after three days. However, the black magic energy and energy he expended during the process of lust couldn't be replenished within a short period of time! Not to mention, he had been heavily injured by Chevalle in the process! This would cause his strength to drop by another half!
In other words, Little Lord Fokke, who had fallen into Sheyan's scheme, was only half of his usual strength! Furthermore, amongst the remaining 8% of his strength, Sheyan was nearly immune to Little Lord Fokke's most powerful diseases and cold effects! Therefore, Sheyan had the confidence to challenge him alone!
Incidentally, one could imagine the might of Little Fokke when he was at his peak. Indeed, he could single-handedly contend against a legendary battleship! (Of course, the Black Pearl was an exception).
"This damned …... ant!"
Little Lord Fokke's chilling eyes locked tightly onto the bewitching skeleton before him. He could feel waves of feebleness spreading out from the depths of his body, as his breathing became increasingly coarse. A preposterous notion surfaced in his heart.
Could it be that after abandoning his noble title, wealth and beauties in exchange for limitless might, he who had disdainfully traversed the world for more than a decade, and hadn't perished in the hands of those legendary characters or divine priests, was about to be buried in the hands of this damned ant-like minor character?
When this notion surfaced, Little Lord Fokke's chilling eyes instantly turned hollow! Closely following, a mournful flicker of will-o '-wisp flickered!
He tilted his head, allowing Sheyan's awe-inspiring long saber to hack into the wound inflicted by Chevalle. Putrid purplish black fluid violently sprayed out, drenching Sheyan's entire body. Concurrently, an incomparably chilling vortex formed on Little Lord Fokke's right hand, before he hurled it towards Sheyan!
In this instance, an indescribably low temperature enveloped Sheyan's entire body. This sensation was akin to the icy pale cheeks of thousands of corpses tightly pasted onto his skin. The deathly aura of the dead was greedily absorbing the warmth of all life.
[Storm of Cold Wind]!!!
Kacha! Kacha!!! Layers of ice shattering violently scuttled around Sheyan's body! At this moment, Little Lord Fokke abruptly raised his' Ice Blade Runic Sword ', as he slashed down slightly from top to bottom!
With a whistling sound, an incomparably cold icicle arrow pierced through the air from the tip of the rune sword!
Sheyan barely managed to block with his saber, as his' + 7 West 'collided against the icicle arrow in mid-air. The icicle shattered into pieces, leaving deep scars on his bones. Just as Sheyan heaved a sigh of relief, he witnessed Little Lord Fokke widening his mouth. Poof! A spiralling phosphorescence flew out from his mouth, as it pounced towards Sheyan.
At present, Sheyan's resistance towards diseases and cold was extremely high. However, his resistance towards flames was normal. Startled, Sheyan could only react in time to grab it.
At this moment, the moon had once again sunk into the clouds. Sheyan had once again reverted back to his human form, where he could observe Little Lord Fokke's' Scale Flame 'being tightly clenched in his palm. Then, he squeezed and twisted it. Because it was stained with his fresh flesh, it ignited with blazing heat! Sizzling sounds resounded from his single hand, as though it was a defiant and untamed snake that was struggling incessantly.
Strictly speaking, Little Lord Fokke had already broken away from the essence of a knight. His sword was more like a magic wand, and was mainly infused with all sorts of bizarre black magic. The difference between him and a magus was that he was clad in an incomparably thick plate armour, and even had an exceedingly bewitching and sinister mount!
Watching as Sheyan was about to extinguish the phosphorescence, Little Lord Fokke smashed his fist against the wound on his shoulder. Large clumps of jet-black purplish liquid gushed out, as they splashed onto the phosphorescence.
The phosphorescence that was about to be extinguished instantly flared up once again, as distorted and agonized faces surfaced on its surface, howling in agony. Although the location of their duel was at the peak of a precipice, when their howls blended together, it actually produced echoes within this sealed space. It was mournful and pressuring, as though ghosts were wailing and gods were wailing!
As the phosphorescence intensified, droplets of liquid dripped down from Sheyan's skin. When the droplets of liquid dripped onto the ground, they instantly ignited into a vast expanse of green-black ghostly flames. Even the solid rocks were incinerated with crackling sounds.
Facing such an unblockable ambush, that bitter and bloody sensation once again soared up within Sheyan's heart. The incessant burning triggered the passive ability of his armour, as his valiant and untamed nature once again surged out from the depths of his soul. With a loud roar, he charged forward instead of retreating! Carrying raging flames, he unsheathed his saber and slashed towards Little Lord Fokke!
At this moment, Little Lord Fokke's disadvantage of losing his mount was revealed. Every time he cast a spell, there would be a delay period. Hence, he was unable to evade, as the enraged Sheyan violently brandished his long saber. Using offense against offense, exchanging injury for injury!
A deep-blue glow flickered incessantly, as ear-piercing sounds of slicing flesh and slicing bones resounded incessantly! Yet strangely, following the final heavy slash of Sheyan's saber, his gloves suddenly flickered with a silvery glow. One could observe the surrounding moist water vapor frantically converging towards it, forming into a gigantic azure bubble that enveloped Little Lord Fokke within. Little Lord Fokke could barely move a single step within!
This was the passive ability of Sheyan's newly acquired 'Deformed Thick Scale' equipment – 'Tidal Impact'! Once enveloped by this bubble, if the bubble wasn't broken, then the victim would be inflicted with an 80% movement speed reduction!
Little Lord Fokke didn't anticipate such a situation. After a slight hesitation, he received yet another slash from Sheyan! This slash produced two explosive strike effects! Crack! Little Lord Fokke's shoulder emitted a crisp cracking sound, as half of his armour flew out. His entire arm drooped down. Purplish black gas gushed out wildly, as it transformed into the faces of freed vengeful spirits, as they frantically escaped. It seems like Little Lord Fokke had actually sealed countless agonizing dead spirits within his body, and that was the source of his magic powers!
Sheyan didn't hesitate at all, as he raised his saber once again. '+ 7 West' was still flickering with golden brilliance, as Odin's divine strength was imbued upon it. The damage it dealt to Little Lord Fokke was exceedingly immense. Sheyan then chopped down forcefully!
This slash thoroughly chopped off Little Lord Fokke's injured arm. His arm flew high up in a parabola before landing on the ground with a thud. Yet at this moment, Little Lord Fokke's other hand flickered with a chilling glint, as he abruptly congealed a long ice spear! Observing the specifications and design of that ice spear, it was shockingly the compulsory weapon of a medieval knight, the Knight's Dagger!
What Sheyan didn't know, was that before Little Lord Fokke's Dagger, he had slaughtered his way into the top 3 of the Knight selection in England!
Following that, Little Lord Fokke violently hurled out the dagger in his hand.
Ice spear!
With a flash of chilling lightning, it pierced through Sheyan's chest. Instantly, the entire left side of his body turned numb! Even the blood spurting out from the wound on his back, had congealed into strings of scarlet ice shards!
That ice spear's momentum didn't diminish, as it dragged Sheyan 5-6 metres away, before nailing him to a boulder behind. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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