Chapter 538 The Sweet Anticipation Of Your Downfall.
*FREEZE!*
This was the ability Lenny had absorbed from The Chimera ant. He had had this ability for the longest time.
Immediately, Lenny found himself frozen as he had always had other people before, and all of a sudden, Vice's hand morphed, the cells of his hand turning into a huge 'S' shaped Blade.
*CELLULAR CONTROL!*
He stabbed forward and it went right into Lenny's Chest, protruding from one side to the other.
The blade was so sharp that Lenny hung on it like a barbecue on a stick.
Immediately, Vice lifted Lenny into the air above his head. And then he twisted it lightly. Immediately, blood poured from the Injury like rain.
<-3 Stre>
<-2 Sta>
<-6 Agi>
<-15 Mag>
<....Alert: Host is losing points.>
lenny's points fell Sharply. The Alerts just kept coming as Vice opened his mouth to drink Lenny's blood.
The red blood poured its warmth on his skin and he laughed heartily as it did. It seemed to refresh him.
"AHHH!" Lenny groaned, and then he released a fireball on Vice's head.
Vice was forced to back off, Flinging Lenny away.
Lenny rolled on the ground, Crashing fiercely against the frozen Earth.
"Lenny!" Victor screamed. he wanted to come help but Lenny raised a hand to stop him.
Regardless of the pain, he slowly stood to his feet.
Lenny staggered a little, but he immediately kicked against the ground as he rushed once more for Vice.
However, his movements had obviously slowed down significantly.
Vice suddenly leaped into the air and came down with a round horse kick that fell right on Lenny's Face, Kicking him away.
He tumbled on the ground a little.
"I do remember you said something about thrilling you," Vice chuckled, "You've had your fun Lenny's tales, It is time for mine."
Victor watched from his corner. This Intense battle had taken a dive he was surprised to see.
The clash of steel echoed through the air, a symphony of battle that resonated with the intensity of the struggle. Lenny, his face etched with Pain and stubbornness, stood tall, his twin blades at the ready. Opposite him, Vice, a man of a thousand fleeting faces, wielded a thousand swords with an artistry born of chaos.
The battle continued in a whirlwind of motion. Vice's face changed so rapidly, that it was as if he wore masks woven from shadows. His laughter, eerie and chilling, cut through the air like a discordant melody. With each change of face, a new sword appeared in his hands, the blades glinting in the sunlight.
Lenny, despite his injuries, moved with grace, his every movement a testament to his skill, as he displayed the style expected of a man of his status as an Assassin. But Vice was relentless, attacking from all directions with a fury that seemed endless. Lenny parried and dodged, his blades a blur of steel, but Vice's swords came at him like a storm, relentless and unyielding.
Vice's swords whirred through the air, leaving trails of gleaming silver in their wake. Lenny defended with everything he had, but the wound on his chest throbbed with pain, a reminder of Vice's earlier strike. Despite the agony, Lenny persisted, his jaw clenched in determination. He knew he had to endure, for he had found a weakness even in his own self and he was going to explore it.
With every clash of metal, the ground beneath them trembled. Lenny fought not just with his blades but with his sheer willpower, refusing to succumb to Vice's sadistic delight. Vice, his faces ever-changing, wore an evil smile, reveling in Lenny's struggle. He laughed heartily, the sound a mockery of Lenny's terrible pain.
From time to time, Lenny would cough blood, and vice would use his blade to absorb the blood therefore continually reducing Lenny's strength.
Despite the odds, Lenny pressed on. His movements, those of an Assassin were a dance of defiance, a battle cry against the chaos Vice embodied.
The clash of their weapons echoed across the battlefield, a fierce contest of skill and resolve. Lenny's muscles strained, and his breaths came in ragged gasps, but he fought on, each strike fueled by his unwavering determination.
As the battle raged on, the sky above them darkened, as if the very heavens mourned the struggle below. It was becoming dark. The clash of Lenny's blades against Vice's swords became a struggle not just for victory but for the very essence of their beings.
Lenny's eyes blazed with a fierce resolve, his wounds forgotten in the heat of battle. He would not yield.
And as much as it excited Vice, it still came with a slight annoyance that was starting to tick him off. Again, he stole from Lenny.
*WILL!*
He smacked Lenny a distance away. Blood went out into the air.
"Not Bad Lenny! But absorbing your System will make mine strong enough to contend against the other tools of the Several Royal families. You know, some of them are Great-ranked Demons. I will consume them like I'll Consume you.
But don't worry, I shall save a piece of your consciousness. My System allows me to preserve my prey like farm animals, milking them whenever I get bored or thirsty. I'll make sure you get a front seat to enjoy as I rise to the top."
As he talked, he advanced towards Lenny. However, Lenny backed off steadily again and again and again, and then he suddenly stopped.
The moment he did, so did Vice.
All of a sudden, Lenny raised his head with a smile on his face. "I know, It's straining right! A little piece of advice you dumb fuck, Stealing a person's skills also means stealing their weak points."
All of a sudden, red veins like vines appeared all over Vice's body. His faces changed even more rapidly. However, all of them revealed the sudden pain and pressure his body was suffering from.
Lenny stood to his feet, and right before Vice's eyes, the blade wound on his chest instantly healed up.
It was as if the pain and struggle that Lenny had was all just acting, and now, his real expression was revealed.
Lenny stepped forward, "Ah, the sweet anticipation of your downfall. Today, you danced with the devil, and I assure you, I lead with a waltz of malevolence.."
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