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Chapter 905: 745: Presumptuous_3

Chapter 905: Chapter 745: Presumptuous_3

Wald XVIII’s expression had just turned fierce, but was abruptly pressed on pause.

His facial expression gradually froze into one of astonishment.

Bloodline suppression?

No, it’s another control skill!

Wald XVIII tested bending his finger, and when it proved useless, he tried to use spiritual power to control his body.

Even if he could move just a tiny bit, that would be enough!

Then he’d have a way to unleash his techniques.

— That’s how he previously broke free from control.

But the next moment, he discovered that his spiritual power seemed stuck in a swamp, struggling to flow, more akin to wandering lost within a maze.

Wald XVIII immediately realized what was happening.

It was the opponent’s spiritual power interfering with his!

And only exceptionally precise spiritual power control could achieve this level of interference without causing harm, because only then — he couldn’t take the chance to retaliate with damage!

That would’ve been triple the spiritual power damage!

Xu Shuo wasn’t a masochist, of course, so he never intended to endure that direct hit to his Spirit Sea.

He first used Catalina to probe, and once he confirmed Wald XVIII’s control-breaking methods, he directly unleashed his own abilities to pursue.

Now, facing the successfully controlled Wald XVIII, Xu Shuo reached for the book clasped under his arm.

But Wald XVIII willed it.

The book vanished just like that.

Retrieving items from the Player’s Handbook didn’t require spiritual power control.

Xu Shuo’s extended fingers halted mid-air.

Wald XVIII stared at him and said, “Didn’t expect you had such tricks, so everything before was just a façade, right? Clearly, I underestimated you. Since that’s the case, let’s make a—”

Thud!

Before he could finish.

Xu Shuo drove a blade straight into him.

After stabbing him once, he intently observed Wald XVIII’s reaction.

Wald XVIII’s expression twisted in fury, and he continued, “Mutual destruction gets us nowhere! Even if you kill me, the death-return damage won’t let you live either!”

Slash!

After letting him finish.

Xu Shuo gave him another stab.

“You’re interested in that book, right… I can give it to you, let’s end this today!”

Slash!

Xu Shuo stabbed him again.

“You madman!”

At this moment, Wald XVIII’s distorted expression exaggerated further, a hint of madness flashing through his visage, and his spiritual power roared violently.

Soon after, Xu Shuo’s chest was impaled clean through by a sharp weapon.

Three wounds instantly spread across his chest, forcing a coppery taste up his throat, and uncontrollably coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Xu Shuo lightly wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.

— Turns out, not only physical actions could return damage.

Spiritual power resistance was part of the equation too.

Xu Shuo couldn’t harm Wald XVIII’s spiritual power, so all he could do was interference, unable to fully restrain him.

He carefully observed Wald XVIII’s reactions.

Hmm, it had already come to this.

Yet the control imposed on Wald XVIII’s body had still not been broken, indicating his only means of breaking free seemed to be “spiritual power” and “rune spells.”

Since that’s the case, Xu Shuo wasn’t inclined to test anything further.

He put away his axe.

Then picked up the confiscated dagger.

First, he sliced off Wald XVIII’s two arms, to prevent him from abruptly summoning the book through other means to break free, and then continued stabbing viciously with the dagger, one strike after another!

A clean decapitation or fatal strike?

That wouldn’t work.

What if his “heart” didn’t catch up, and Xu Shuo accidentally killed himself instead?

So the best approach.

Is bloodletting therapy.

Within moments, both were riddled with wounds and soaked in blood.

Their bodies, faces, the ground — everywhere was spattered with vivid crimson. The luxurious garments they wore had turned completely red; the rubble-strewn ruins around them were awash with pools of blood, some forming rivulets that expanded outward.

But amidst this thick layer of blood.

Most of it came from Xu Shuo.

After all, his injuries were far worse than Wald XVIII’s.

Even so, Wald XVIII reacted more strongly in comparison despite his relatively lighter wounds.

“Madman!”

“You lunatic!”

“What good is mutual destruction to anyone!”

“You’re only digging your own grave by wasting yourself like this!”

“Don’t forget about your City of Light!”

“You can’t counter that Elf’s tactics!”

“And the Heresy Tribunal!”

Wald XVIII screamed grotesquely, his initial rage gradually morphing into retreat, even his once-ferocious spiritual power began wilting.

“Stop it!”

“Enough!”

“Take what you want; I’ll give it to you directly! Isn’t it this war’s victory you want? Fine, I’ll give it to you, everything, just stop this madness!”

Xu Shuo, expressionless, raised his dagger and paused it before Wald XVIII’s incessantly talking mouth.

Then thoughtfully considered.

The retaliatory disfigurement would be pretty ugly.

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