Chapter 1225: Chapter 50: The Victor
From the very first moment of combat, Bologue clearly realized that he couldn’t harm the Regent King; the suffocating disparity in tiers was the best armor he could have.
But Bologue was not someone who gives up easily; he was a stubborn person.
The Regent King felt the abnormality within his body, and the scheme that Bologue had deliberately hidden began to surface.
"Is that how it is?" The Regent King pulled out one long nail after another, delighting, "Hahaha, you’re quite interesting, Bologue."
"Throughout our exchanges in battle, your goal wasn’t to injure me but to attempt invading my Ether?"
The surface of the Regent King was covered with a layer of dense Ether, which was an application of the Ethereal Barrier, and he had never thought that one day as a Seeker of Glory, he would have someone attempt an invasion.
That sounded highly offensive.
Bologue nodded in silence, realizing that he couldn’t invade a Seeker of Glory’s Rectangular Soul Critical; thus, he retreated to a secondary plan. In several fierce strikes, he attempted to break that layer of Ethereal Barrier.
Initially, Bologue couldn’t shake it at all, but as the attempts increased, his aggressive Ether slowly eroded a breach, creating cracks and tearing openings in that tight defense.
Subsequently, a deadly Silver Nail penetrated the Ethereal Barrier, piercing into the Regent King’s body.
According to Bologue’s previous experience, once a Night Race was attacked to this extent, the Low Tier Blood Race would be immediately killed. A High Tier Night Race might not die, but their Undying Power would be greatly restricted. However, this kind of attack on a Pure Blood tier was different, especially since this Pure Blood was a Seeker of Glory.
Excluding the tier disparity, Bologue realized that to kill the Regent King, he would need at least the scorching noon sun.
While the Regent King praised Bologue’s courage, he removed the nails from his body; under the dual Protection of Etherealization and Undying Power, his body quickly healed.
"Not bad at all, Bologue," the Regent King complimented, "If you were just a little off, you might have truly wounded me."
The Regent King removed all the nails from his body except for the one located over his heart.
The rough Sharp Nail pierced through the Ethereal Barrier and punctured the flesh. The poisonous Silver immersed into the Regent King’s chest, just missing the crucial heart.
Just as the Regent King had said, if Bologue had been slightly off, the deadly Silver would have pierced through the Regent King’s heart.
"But that’s all there is."
The Regent King approached Bologue, raised his hand, and grabbed the Sharp Nail over his heart. At this moment, Bologue struggled to lift his head, staring intently at him.
Both understood that the duel was reaching its end, and they were about to determine the sole victor.
"So, do I normally appear like this?"
Bologue observed the Regent King’s somewhat unfocused gaze, distracting smile, and deeply ingrained arrogance.
Thinking that many people saw him as the Regent King, Bologue couldn’t help but apologize in his heart.
"How ugly."
Bologue complained quietly as his Ether surged once more. Simultaneously, the Regent King decisively pulled the nail from his chest, flinging a silver-white trajectory tainted with blood, swiftly aiming for Bologue’s neck.
Their figures intertwined, almost touching.
"Looks like I’ve won, Bologue."
The Regent King scrutinized Bologue’s face, which appeared drained of blood. Bologue’s cheeks, lips were unexpectedly pale, even his eyes appeared slightly unfocused...signs of impending death.
Bologue was indeed about to die. The Seeker of Glory’s power and speed were beyond his reach. In the moment their figures crossed, the Regent King drove the Sharp Nail through Bologue’s neck with such force that it snapped Bologue’s spine.
Blood gushed from Bologue’s throat, and before he completely lost consciousness, pure, blazing light reflected from the depths of his eyes.
The Regent King initially did not understand what was happening, but soon, he felt the twisting suction and pain emanating from his chest. Looking down, Bologue’s fist slammed into the still unhealed wound. Silver suppressed the healing of the flesh, almost engulfing half the fist.
"This time...I didn’t miss."
A hoarse voice, like a curse from a soul emerging from the grave, issued from the broken throat.
Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing!
The Regent King had only guessed part of Bologue’s purpose, thinking the Silver Nail was Bologue’s killing move, unaware that the onslaught was merely leading to this final strike.
Bologue wasn’t sure if he could shake a Seeker of Glory, but at this point, he had no reservations left, unleashing his protection with all his might, like a ravenous beast seizing everything it could devour.
"The Alchemy Matrix is implanted upon the soul, reflected within the flesh, so is the Rectangular Soul Critical."
Bologue recalled all he had learned, his hand that pierced into the Regent King’s chest delved deeper like a venomous snake, seemingly to grasp the heart and crush it.
The Regent King’s consciousness felt dizzy. The Rectangular Soul Critical, Ethereal Barrier, and Undying Body formed an insurmountable triple defense. Now he could clearly feel someone piercing layer by layer through his defenses, like a fervent stream repeatedly battering the embankment, ready to flood when full of cracks.
