Black Sail
Chapter 195: CXCV. Evil Spirit

Chapter 195: CXCV. Evil Spirit

Senluo Death Technique, Eighth Rank.

Fen had never cast the spell to such a height before.

Sixth Rank for the soul, Seventh Rank for the bone, Eighth Rank for the flesh.

But Fen could only reach the Eighth Rank; his talent had reached its limit for now.

When the Ninth Rank was completed,

it would become the greatest Necromancy.

But even Fen himself did not know what the final key was; what fundamental, ultimate thing constituted the final element of life.

The Ninth Rank.

That was Senluo, All Things, life itself.

Fen decided,

to take the risk and release the Eighth Rank.

The torrential downpour continued on its dreary course.

The friendship between Lu, Gawain, and Meredith was far stronger than any thief bound together by profit through an Oath of Loyalty.

Seeing them injured,

his eyes reddened slightly, exhausting all the Magic Power within his wings and amplifying it through the tool given by Fen, he unleashed a dreadful stream of Fire Element Magic.

Fireballs erupted like a barrage of bullets.

Joshua flicked his Evil Power Flame Whip, vanquishing the rain curtain within twenty meters at the crack of his whip’s tail.

Finally, with all the Magic Power drained from Lu’s wings, a two-meter diameter, dragon-like flame column roared across the ground, creating furrows in its wake. Joshua simply spread his hand, countering with an Evil Power Flame Column, overpowering and engulfing it in an instant.

Had Weber not protected her, left hand gruesomely eroded by Evil Power, Lu would have turned to ash on the spot; his own back wound had already burst open, and he felt an overwhelming heaviness in his head, on the verge of fainting.

Claude had just finished dealing with the Magic Puppet and was already extremely weak; just two collisions caused him to be kicked flying two meters by Joshua’s whip kick.

When Liszt attacked, Joshua focused all his attention solely on evasion; regardless of a touch being fatal, what meaning was there if he couldn’t be hit?

Masterful Body Techniques and Fighting Skills, augmented with Evil Power Shaping, with this ability, Joshua had slaughtered countless men of mettle who defended their homes and wealth.

Joshua...

One against nine, single-handedly overpowering everyone.

Liszt’s mind went blank.

The third-place winner of the Continent Martial Arts Competition... Did this mean this person had the skill level of a runner-up? The kind that only comes once a year?

A massive mental pressure descended.

Submission, status, Heaven Port, Taylor, Diaz, Fafna, Sharon, Magician...

Damn it.

It was in the midst of his unconsciousness, completely emptying his mind.

Liszt’s right hand moved on its own, a blood-red specter seemed to be controlling him, black mist also entwined around him.

As if that distant voice was calling once more.

With the Junlin Sword, he had slain Edmond.

The sophisticated skills honed countless times in the Imperial Arena.

Liszt’s arms flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, he had launched nineteen strikes, a fierce wind burst from his center, shattering the surrounding water curtain, instantly kicking up a storm of stones and debris.

Nineteen Strokes, each one with the force of a thousand pounds, capable of slicing limbs and body into mincemeat.

Black and red crescent arcs formed a terrifying Killing Formation, heading straight for Joshua.

"Actually..."

Joshua finally took it seriously, set down his suitcase, and kicked it open.

Observing the nineteen strikes,

his body became the epitome of agility, the Evil Power Flame Column in his hand fervently lashed out, constantly Shifting, miraculously finding a sliver of life within the deathly gap, and evading dozens of times.

He completely avoided it all.

The arcs struck a Wind Erosion Rock Tower, instantly fracturing it from the bottom, thunderously collapsing to the ground, to extreme astonishment.

While Joshua was still reeling,

Fen’s left arm opened its many mouths again, devouring all the materials he had brought to perform the Great Skill.

Harpy’s talon, Mermaid’s tail scale, a square inch of the Giant Demon King’s skin, a Blue Sunflower from the deep sea, High Ridge Sword Grass from the snowy mountains, the tongue of a murderer dried for over a thousand days...

Everything was consumed completely, entering his left arm, utilized to amplify the spell power.

Senluo Death Technique, Eighth Rank.

Released.

Fen’s rune tattoos on his body surged violently, and his nostrils also flowed with black blood.

"Die!"

Fen’s left arm swung out fiercely.

Even Liszt, after all these years, had never seen Fen pull off such a move before.

It was a terrifying flesh dragon that seemed to have converged all types of living creatures, with countless wings and fish fins and scales, its surface covered in dripping blood, growing numerous human eyes, beast pupils, insect compound eyes, all blinking as if alive.

All eyes were dead set on Joshua.

Joshua swallowed hard, thinking this group might be the strongest horse bandits in the world.

Even he had to temporarily retreat, dodging the ferocious flesh dragon, but those intrusive eyes completely locked onto him, making evasion impossible. In the air, the path twisted like a serpent, leaving no room to hide.

The extreme horror of the spell power made the soil within a hundred-meter radius appear to sink half a centimeter.

As it neared within ten meters of Joshua, it suddenly burst open into gaping maws, those evil mouths lined with various animal teeth, like death worms, their throats churning with countless pitiful wraiths and spinning bone spurs.

Joshua had already kicked open the suitcase.

Inside, naturally, were weapons—nine intricately mechanical weapons with strange shapes, bizarre gear structures, and fitted mechanisms.

Evil Power Shaping.

Strange Evil Power Flame Columns connected to the nine swords and could be combined, then disassembled. With his terrifying body techniques, he became a whirlwind of slicing, wildly torturing the flesh dragon—sometimes combining them into a Special Large Sword to smash the enamel bone structure of the flesh dragon, sometimes into daggers and broadswords, hacking at the flesh madly.

Overly flamboyant.

The sergeant of the Aran Energy Department, to an extreme level of malevolence, had also displayed everything he had learned in his life.

For a time, there was a true bloodbath.

Shadi’s eyelids twitched. Is there seriously a Second Stage?

But even so, Joshua was swept up in the violent and unstoppable fury of the flesh dragon.

Yet, something even more horrifying happened.

Joshua charged into it.

The dragon swelled and wriggled incessantly, and after five or six seconds was slashed with countless fissures, emitting a ghostly green Evil Power light, and ultimately exploded into a rain of blood.

Fen suffered a backlash, a sweet taste in his throat, and vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

Joshua landed steadily, breathing heavily, his body slashed open, with dozens of injuries, turned into a bloodied person, a slash across his face, his chest marked with a ferocious twenty-centimeter-long scar.

"Heh heh..."

Joshua sneered, the exhilarating fight making him even more vigorous as his own blood was spilt.

Body Techniques.

Evil Power.

Instantaneous Movement.

The nine detachable and combinable weapons, in his incredibly fast hands, were manipulated tightly, a pair of hands wielding nine swords.

Simply invincible.

Morison finally arrived.

But he didn’t bring Alanee; with her status... how could he dare use her as a hostage? He just asked Rein to watch her.

Morison came storming in with dual guns blazing, having just fought a tough battle with Grim, his strength mostly spent.

"Anyone else..."

Joshua was unconcerned, the nine weapons constantly hovering and repeating the slashing madness at Morison, their speeds so fast that the naked eye couldn’t keep up.

Joshua... had once killed the third-place winner of the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

The nine swords recombined, the Special Large Sword, amplified with Evil Power, delivering a ferocious slash.

Bang!

Even Morison was blown back over ten meters, landing on all five fingers to stabilize.

Damn it all.

Morison was shocked to his core, realizing this man must be the real final boss.

The Emperor had entrusted the safety of the newly emerging transportation industry’s trial operation, the lifeline of it all, to this man.

Fen frowned deeply.

He took a deep breath.

It had to be done.

Netherworld... Stele.

Ancient Era.

King’s Device.