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Fang Zhen's spear locked Ellick into his rhythm.

Every thrust forced him onto the defensive. No matter how strange and agile Ellick's footwork was, he was merely choosing from a handful of possible directions, only for Fang Zhen to immediately force him to choose again.

His spear was constantly collapsing Ellick's options, shrinking them down to an extremely limited few.

Two more thrusts, and Ellick would have no choices left.

Just two more thrusts, and Ellick would be cornered; no matter how he dodged, he would be hit by one of them.

The Blood Burst Secret Medicine on the spear's tip was also a huge threat to Ellick. One strike to a vital point might just be enough to take the Vampire Count's life.

Behind them, Gwendolyn and the others watched like tigers, ready to land a finishing blow on Ellick at any moment.

Ellick sensed this perilous situation as well.

It was obvious that Ellick's battlefield awareness was extremely sharp, and he had already realized he was about to be cornered.

Fang Zhen, however, was as calm as a placid well, continuing to use his extrasensory precognition, determined to put Ellick to death.

One thrust.

Ellick tilted his head, barely dodging the strike. His center of gravity shifted, throwing his footwork into chaos and robbing him of his agility.

Fang Zhen prepared for the final thrust, ready to reap the kill.

And just then, suddenly, the veins on Ellick's face bulged.

No, it wasn't veins so much as blood vessels... Centered around the Vampire Count's eyes, the vessels on his face bulged out, forming a dense, red spiderweb. They grew thicker closer to his eyes, whose pupils had vanished, replaced by a deep, blood-red color that was almost black.

His entire eyes were a solid color, a horrifying sight to behold.

Ellick opened his mouth and uttered a string of words with extreme speed.

In that instant, Fang Zhen felt a bone-chilling cold.

For the first time, he couldn't understand what the other person was saying.

This was the first time such a thing had happened since he acquired his talent for occult languages!

He could only sense that Ellick's words were utterly evil and depraved, filled with an aura that chilled him to the bone. An indescribable fear welled up inside him, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. His emotions felt as if they were frozen solid, like he had just laid eyes on some unspeakable, indescribable Evil God—a being whose mere sight would drive one mad.

At that moment, Fang Zhen's blood nearly froze in his veins.

He felt waves of negative emotions surging toward him like a tidal wave. They hadn't erupted yet, but they were about to form a vortex of negativity that would completely engulf his consciousness and reason.

In that instant, Fang Zhen made a very wise move.

Just as he felt the negative emotions about to erupt but before they could affect him, he activated 'Mechanical Heart'.

In an instant, before the tsunami of negative emotions could even touch Fang Zhen, they dissipated into nothing, unable to affect him in the slightest.

At the same time, Fang Zhen's rationality ascended to an unprecedented level. Like a god with no emotional weaknesses, he began to dispassionately analyze the objective reality of the situation.

In that instant, he assessed Ellick's actions, the potential advantages and obstacles in the surrounding environment, and made an objective observation of the situation.

Ellick's recent words were evil and foul, and not fully understood.

The talent for occult languages cannot comprehend certain specific languages and scripts.

Ellick was using a high-energy but depraved and evil language.

High-energy does not necessarily mean positive high-energy; it can also be evil high-energy.

The language's power is to incite negative emotions in others, such as anger, fear, selfishness, and evil thoughts.

The members of the Whig Society have already been affected.

Laura: Crouched on the ground, trembling. Experiencing fear.

Pat: Veins bulging on his forehead. Uncontrollably attacking Karen. Experiencing anger.

Jorent: Standing still, face filled with sorrow, oblivious to others. Experiencing remorse.

Tos: In a blind spot. Condition unobserved.

Gwendolyn: Veins bulging on her head, face flushed. She has relatively few inner impurities and a high degree of self-discipline. The evil, high-energy language is only causing violent emotional fluctuations; it has not controlled her mind. She retains self-awareness.

The dense blood vessels on Ellick's face are exposed. He has not taken this opportunity to reap the lives of the easily ambushed Whig Society members. Instead, he is staring intently at Fang Zhen, his gaze filled with paranoia and hatred.

Ellick's speed and strength have surged to a critical point. Extrasensory precognition remains active, still predicting attacks one second in advance. However, with Ellick's power at this new threshold, his extraordinary speed will make his attacks impossible to block, even with foresight.

Assessment: Ellick's temporary state is due to the evil, high-energy language; it is unsustainable. The Gangzan Mantra can be used. There is an 85% probability that Ellick's burst of power will fail before the Gangzan Mantra expires.

This was Fang Zhen's assessment in that single instant.

Everything around him was like a tableau of reality. What was, simply was. There was no fear, no emotion—only facts, just as they were.

His mind held no distracting thoughts, only reflected facts and judgments based on those facts about the most appropriate course of action.

His perception wasn't sealed off. His five senses, his precognitive intuition, even his sense of pain remained normal. Yet he had lost all emotion. The world was simplified into three things: facts, judgments, and actions.

At this moment, even if Fang Zhen were severely injured, his mental process would simply be something like, 'Three severe wounds. Lethality assessed at 73%. Death in approximately 47 seconds. Three methods to prevent death and extend life. The highest probability option is XXX.' He would feel no fear of death whatsoever.

This was Mechanical Heart.

Ellick was astonished that Fang Zhen could remain so clear-headed under the Accusation of Sin's evil, high-energy assault. This was something Ellick had never encountered before.

Though surprised, Ellick didn't slow his hands in the slightest, lunging at Fang Zhen with killing intent.

Ellick's fingernails grew nearly an inch long. Each one was like a diamond blade, sharp and hard. A blood-red color, so dark it was almost black, coated the sharp nails, exuding a foul, metallic stench that his senses identified as highly toxic.

The Vampire Count's speed had doubled again from when he was using his strange movement techniques. At the same time, his strength was astonishing. As he stepped on the bluestone floor, it cracked with every footfall, the shattered stone fragments instantly pulverized into dust.

Ellick's every move was lethal as he relentlessly attacked Fang Zhen.

However, under the ferocious, storm-like assault, Fang Zhen was like a reef in the ocean, standing firm no matter how violently the waves crashed against him.

An invisible force field surrounded Fang Zhen. Ellick's furious attacks, powerful enough to shatter a Giant Stone with his bare hands, struck it and dissipated about a foot away from Fang Zhen, never reaching his body.

He just stood there like a steadfast pine tree. Mechanical Heart had judged that with Ellick's explosive burst of speed and power, even extrasensory precognition might not be able to keep up, so he simply didn't bother dodging.

'Activate the Gangzan Mantra and wait for this to pass.'

Ellick attacked wildly for about ten seconds but failed to break through Fang Zhen's defense.

At this point, Ellick's speed and strength were clearly diminishing.

Ellick knew this as well and immediately retreated, putting distance between himself and Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen's god-like spear techniques from before had left Ellick rattled, making him reluctant to get close again.

And Fang Zhen, still in his Mechanical Heart state, suddenly had a new assessment form in his mind.

This was a critical juncture.

He could use this opportunity to exit the Mechanical Heart state, or he could choose to remain in it until the next opportunity.

He had made a preset decision when activating the ability: to stop using Mechanical Heart as soon as the danger passed.

The ability was very useful. It eliminated all emotions, granting absolute immunity to mental and emotional effects, and it made his execution of tasks super-humanly effective.

But the side effects were also too obvious.

'If I overuse it, I could really lose my humanity.'

The Mechanical Heart state receded.

Fang Zhen returned to his normal state.

He had used Mechanical Heart before his emotions could be triggered by Ellick's evil, high-energy language, so he felt no ill effects now.

He hadn't experienced anything unpleasant at all; Mechanical Heart had completely blocked the evil, high-energy language.

Fang Zhen also noticed that the others from the Whig Society were gradually returning to normal.

It was just that none of them looked very good.

"Were you a professional troll in your past life?" Fang Zhen said, looking at Ellick.

He was a little annoyed by Ellick's "eloquent" performance just now.

Karen could have a sharp tongue sometimes, and the target of her words would have a bad experience, but that was within the normal range.

Ellick, on the other hand, was literally spewing negative energy from his mouth.

If trolls had ranks, Karen would be a Bronze, and Ellick would absolutely be a King.

Fortunately, Ellick's evil, high-energy language hadn't affected Fang Zhen in the slightest.

Ellick looked a bit weaker than before.

It was normal to be drained after using a massive crowd-control ultimate and then a burst of attacks for more than ten seconds.

During his frantic assault, Ellick's power was so great that he had burst the skin and flesh over his knuckles, exposing the stark white bone of his joints.

Punching someone so hard you expose your own hand bones... Ellick was really one of a kind.

At this moment, flesh and skin were rapidly regenerating over Ellick's knuckles.

"Just who are you?" Ellick asked, looking at Fang Zhen with bewilderment in his eyes.

"You only just started learning about curse seals, didn't you? How can you already cast a Tier Two Curse Seal? And the most difficult one at that, the Gangzan Mantra... I've killed many Curse Sealers, and that move is the most annoying one."

"Also, why couldn't my Accusation of Sin affect you?"

"It's impossible for a human to be unaffected by the Accusation of Sin. You... Are you not human?"

"You're not human. Your whole family isn't human," Fang Zhen retorted, not one to lose a battle of words.

'On second thought, what I said is probably true. Ellick isn't human to begin with, and his whole family probably isn't human either.'

"Forget it. I'm not explaining anything to you." Fang Zhen shook his head and pointed his spear at Ellick.

"I don't want a repeat of your 'eloquent' performance. I'll shut you up right now," he said.

Ellick watched Fang Zhen, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly, Ellick raised his hands and began to wave them, as if summoning something.

Fang Zhen raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, a massive black shadow rapidly spread across the stained-glass windows above the hall. Soon, it had completely covered them like a pure black curtain, blocking all sources of light.

Ellick snapped his fingers.

All the burning candles in the hall extinguished at the same time.

In an instant, the entire hall was plunged into a lightless darkness.

In the darkness, Fang Zhen adapted quickly.

He possessed the traits of a Dark Night Walker.

Dark Night Walker: Rapid adaptation to combat in dark environments, reduced mental fear of the dark, and overcoming the dread caused by the absence of light sources.

It also allows one to maximize the use of darkness as an ally, strengthening one's own advantages, and grants a certain degree of immunity to terrifying scenes caused by special types of darkness.

With extreme speed, Fang Zhen's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could now see the people and environment around him clearly.

And not long after, a sword emerged silently from the darkness.

The sword's thrust was slow. Unhurried and silent, it glided through the darkness, inching toward Gwendolyn...