My Cell Prison
Chapter 943 - Chapter 943 Chapter 942 Exchange

Chapter 943: Chapter 942 Exchange Chapter 943: Chapter 942 Exchange “The Count still has something up his sleeve. Even though his body is vastly inferior to Novikov’s, he can still fight to the death for ten minutes.

It’s safe to say that

the body that Professor Novikov claims to be a perfect creature, capable of healing wounds from the Holy Sword, is not insurmountable. The Count’s occasional attacks are actively dodged by him, and even a wary expression flickers in his eyes from time to time.

The intelligence gathered so far is:

1. The healing speed for any part of the body is the same, and even if the same part is injured multiple times, the regeneration speed does not slow down. I believe that the focus of regeneration is not on [energy] but on [frequency].

2. He actively avoids certain attacks.

Whether it’s a lethal or non-lethal part, he dodges them all, and in comparison to attacks on lethal parts, Novikov is more wary of the powerful attacks unleashed by the Count.

3. Zero Magic. Novikov hasn’t cast a single spell throughout the process. Aside from the biological outer shell offering some resistance to magic, he is, in essence, a complete outsider to the world of magic.

4. Not exactly intelligence,

since Novikov’s last step in his plan was interrupted by me.

Add to that, the Count is like a cockroach that can’t be killed, making it very difficult to finish him off even under almost complete suppression, causing Novikov to become increasingly impatient and shift some of his ‘defense’ into ‘offense’.

That should be about it…”

Slap!

A heavy slap struck the Count on the side of his body, shattering the bones in his left arm… he tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily to the ground.

Splatter~

A pool of thick, meaty blood sprayed onto the ground.

Because of the continuous severe injuries reaching the ‘foundation’, such wounds cannot be healed by regeneration ability and require a long period of rest.

The Count’s vision was also obscured by a layer of blood mist, becoming blurred.

Even so, the Count, gritting his teeth, reached out to stuff the scattered organs back into his body and attempted to stand.

“Count, you have worked hard… The information collected is sufficient, I’ll handle this guy.

“Kill him…”

The Count, who had been taking a beating the whole time, left behind just three words before his consciousness completely drifted into slumber.

He was too exhausted; if it were not for the Count’s strong self-consciousness, he would have fainted during the beating.

Rib fragments interspersed within the body,

Organs in disarray,

70% muscle rupture,

Left arm crushed and broken,

The body, having endured too many lethal attacks, has buried many hidden dangers, and could disintegrate completely from any one blow at any time.

Han Dong’s current condition could be described as ‘on the brink of death’.

Yet…

‘On the brink of death’ is exactly Han Dong’s second motive for letting the Count take full control of his body.

It’s not just for the Count to probe Novikov’s bodily secrets through close combat.

Han Dong also wished to utilize the Count’s endurance and willpower, allowing the body to fall into a ‘near-death state’ through one severe injury after another.

Of course, Han Dong himself must not endure this process, or else battle continuation would be difficult… Of course, he wouldn’t let the Count labor in vain, he would definitely thank the Count properly afterwards.

“This is the feeling, with abilities completely restricted, it’s difficult to touch death through one’s own perception.

It is only through physical means that one can approach the edge of death.

Dust to dust, earth to earth…”

The ‘ring’ forged by Heize and High Priest Tutramon using gen-tech, worn on the middle finger of the left hand, was slowly rotating.

Its quality reached ‘Unique’, far surpassing the related equipment of the current slave plane.

…

Although Novikov’s face was brimming with a smile, occasionally looking towards the elders who were observing the battle, intentionally displaying his perfect body… his heart was not that serene.

“Why isn’t this guy dead? Any other person would have died at least five times!”

Watching Nicholas, who was lying limp on the ground like wet clay, still emitting a breath of life, the impatience accumulating in Novikov’s heart slowly turned into hatred.

“Why won’t you die!?”

The birth of rage accelerated the flow of blood throughout the body.

An explosive acceleration was prepared, aiming to completely shred the target before it could regenerate.

Crack!

A firm grip tightened around Han Dong’s neck, the gaze locked onto his head.

“Since your head is so hard… I’ll just smash your skull and see how you can regenerate then!”

The body was intensified.

The fist raised in the air congealed multiple layers of carapace on its surface,

and on the outermost layer of carapace, a number of tiny spike structures protruded,

the corresponding arm muscles continually increased and overlaid, the forthcoming punch would be more than twice as strong as before,

the other hands pressed on different parts of Han Dong’s body, ensuring he couldn’t make any resistant movements.

“Die!”

When this fist swung down, even Maritzis, who was in the temple’s corner battling two alien cyborgs, sensed the danger, looking towards the center of the arena with an expression full of anxiety.

“Nicholas, don’t die…”

…

Boom!

The ground trembled, and dust filled the air.

To be able to exert such physical strength under a [20%] restriction, Novikov could be considered the strongest among all participants in terms of corporal prowess, bar none.

But…

Amidst the ground shattered by his fist, there was no sign of any cranial remains.

The body of Han Dong, which he had pressed down, was still there, the head indeed blown away… but why were there no bone and flesh residue?

Apart from the broken ground, there were only grains of sand scattered about.

“Danger!”

As a perfect life form, Novikov’s ‘danger awareness’ was also top-notch.

Smelling danger, his body instinctively retreated, decisively abandoning the headless body he had been restraining.

Sssssssh~

“What is this!?”

When Novikov felt a sting and looked towards his fist,

he discovered that his fist, protected by no fewer than three layers of carapace, was now disintegrating inward due to the adhesion of black sand, penetrating to the bone layer within just a dozen seconds or so.

It felt as if a scarab beetle was trying to burrow into his body.

Novikov was quite decisive, aiming at the part eroded by the black sand, he cut off the flesh along with the skin.

By the time he looked back to the center of the arena,

the headless body whose skull he had smashed with a punch was undergoing “self-sandification”… Currently, only the two legs remained intact, turning entirely into grains of sand every few seconds, scattered into the air.

The black sand that had dissociated from Han Dong’s body first formed the image of a wolf’s head in the air.

It then began to converge towards one point.

If in the [promotion competition], Han Dong had just tried entering the “Dead-man’s Pose” for the first time,

this was truly the “Death Form”.

The black sand emphasized on [power].

The body trunk was mainly composed of yellow sand grains, grey skin, and tattered bandages… the inner structure was completely hollow, with some parts being fully perforated.

And the black sand appeared only in three places.

1. On the face, forming a black cloth tied around to shield the eyes, leaving only the forehead’s Demon Eye,

2. The Grudge Black Scythe on the back,

3. And the black ring still worn on the middle finger of the left hand.

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