Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 187 - 186: Did You Ask Me?
Chapter 187: Chapter 186: Did You Ask Me?
“So, you’re the master of Phosphorus.”
Fang Zheng gripped the Sky-Cleaving Sword in his hand, examining the man before him… Well, at least on the surface, he didn’t seem too different from a human. However, the aura emanating from him was enough to tell that this man was not a human, but rather some sort of peculiar entity.
“Indeed, to tell you the truth, at first I thought it was a Fire Mist Warrior deliberately luring me out, but I never expected…”
As he spoke, the man gazed at Fang Zheng with a look of surprise, and a flash of complex emotion passed through his eyes.
“That there really would be a human being capable of moving within the Sealing. I’m very curious how you managed to do that?”
“Do you think I would tell you the answer?”
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To the man’s question, Fang Zheng sneered. The man was the enemy, and he wasn’t foolish enough to reveal everything to the enemy, not to mention that the man looked quite handsome…
Indeed, like repels like, the natural law of survival dictates that when two handsome men meet, only one can survive.
Don’t blame me, blame this dog-eat-dog world if you must!
With this thought, Fang Zheng’s eyes grew slightly colder, then he tightened his grip on the Sky-Cleaving Sword and swung it forward vigorously. As the blade sliced through the air, the dazzling white Holy Light emerged once more, transforming into sharp Sword Qi that slashed towards the man. The man, dressed in a white suit, faced the oncoming attack with a serious expression, cradling a tattered doll in one arm and extending the other hand forward. With the man’s gesture, the deck of cards in his hand began to spin again, subsequently forming into a Long Whip that lashed towards the Sword Qi.
The collision of Sword Qi and Noble Phantasm erupted into another loud boom, and the man took the opportunity to retreat, attempting to distance himself from Fang Zheng. But Fang Zheng clearly wasn’t about to let him get away so easily: the moment he swung out the Sword Qi, Fang Zheng vanished from the ground and instantly appeared behind the man.
“Hmph, courting death!”
Sensing Fang Zheng’s presence behind him, the man quickly turned around, but there was no trace of panic on his face. Instead, the man’s lips curled into a smug smile as he looked at Fang Zheng, almost like a spider watching prey that had walked into its web.
At the same time, the white coat the man was wearing began to emit a faint glow…
But at that moment, Fang Zheng suddenly raised his left hand and pointed at the man.
“Dispel!”
With Fang Zheng’s shout, an invisible force of Magic Power surged like a wave, and the next moment, the man was shocked to find that the glow on his white coat had dimmed instantly.
“How is this possible? You’ve actually dispelled the effects of my Noble Phantasm?!”
The man’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him. He could feel that in that instant, the Noble Phantasm he was supposed to activate had been completely suppressed by a strange force and could not be released at all!
How did he do it?!
But Fang Zheng obviously wasn’t going to answer the man’s question. After a spell of “Magic Dispel” temporarily suppressed the effects of the Noble Phantasm on the man, the Sky-Cleaving Sword held in Fang Zheng’s right hand also swung down towards the target with the might of thunder!
The Templar’s Judgment!
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The sacred white sword light transformed into a massive hammer that struck the man hard, the sheer force sending him flying. He burst through the classroom wall like a cannonball, trailing a plume of dust and rolling along the ground like a bowling ball before coming to a halt.
“Cough, cough cough…”
The man climbed up, covered in dust; his once pristine white suit and coat were now dirty and tattered. The suave and dashing appearance he’d previously had was gone, and he now looked like a homeless man who had been beaten up and thrown into a gutter.
However, to Fang Zheng, he looked quite a bit more palatable this way.
But this didn’t mean he would show mercy to his enemy.
Before the man could fully stand, a storm of Holy Light, fierce as a dragon crossing a river, tore through the dust and roared towards him. Facing the brilliant onrush, the man’s expression darkened, and then he gripped his hands tightly.
“Crack!”
The next moment, dozens of oddly shaped dolls appeared in front of the man. Loyal like soldiers, they spread their arms wide, forming a wall in front of the man.
The next moment, the Divine Storm roared through the barrier like a rampaging flood, mercilessly devouring the puppet before it and continuing to surge forward.
But for the man, even this split second was enough.
“I never realized you could move so fast,”
Fang Zheng, carrying the Sky-Cleaving Sword, walked out from the large hole in the wall and looked at the disheveled man in the suit not far away. The man in the suit was now completely lacking his previous composure, looking utterly disheveled. The smile that was once on his face had now turned to a shade of iron blue as he clutched the tattered puppet in his arms and glared at Fang Zheng venomously.
“Found you!”
At that moment, a figure engulfed in flames also appeared. Shana, holding her long sword, stared seriously at the man before her, her expression grave.
“Aralastor, is he the King of the Crimson Realm?”
“Yes, Shana.”
As Shana asked the question, the pendant around her neck eagerly responded.
“Be careful, he’s ‘Hunter’ Faliagni, skilled in collecting and using a variety of Noble Phantasms and specialized in hunting Fire Mist Warriors. He’s tough to handle… uh…”
“…”
It was clear that witnessing the wretched state of the King of the Crimson Realm before them, Aralastor struggled to continue. Faliagni’s image was just too pathetic. Not only was his white suit torn and full of holes, but even his hair was a mess due to the earlier explosion and the fight, making him look like a beggar who had just been beaten up on the street. Under these circumstances, it’s hard to believe he’s that formidable… if people would even believe it.
“Catastrophic Fire ‘Aralastor,’ huh?”
Faliagni, struggling to his feet, also managed an awkward smile.
“I never imagined we would meet under these circumstances, quite ironic… Surely this human isn’t a trap you prepared just for me, right?”
“Honestly, I didn’t expect this either,”
Aralastor’s tone was filled with surprise and a hint of conflict. Indeed, while Shana’s Contractor had long sensed Fang Zheng’s power, he hadn’t thought the man would be so strong. But now, seeing the “Hunter” in such a sorry state, Aralastor realized he had severely underestimated this human.
After all, even among the Kings of the Crimson Realm, Faliagni was considered a formidable entity; otherwise, he wouldn’t be known for “hunting Fire Mist Warriors.” Each “Fire Mist Warrior” had contracted with a King of the Crimson Realm and possessed great power. And someone who took these “Fire Mist Warriors” as prey was certainly no weakling.
But now… looking at him in this state, he just seemed like a punk kid who refused to pay for his stolen goods, his face bruised with shades of blue and purple!
“Hmph… I was careless this time,”
Using the puppets as cover, Faliagni stepped backward, clutching the worn doll in his arms and glaring coldly at Fang Zheng and Shana.
“But next time… you won’t be so lucky, human, Fire Mist Warrior!”
As he spoke, an azure-blue flame suddenly appeared, enveloping Faliagni within it.
“No good, he’s trying to escape!”
Seeing this, Shana was taken aback. She quickly lifted her long sword and rushed towards Faliagni, but she was intercepted by dolls that appeared beside her. Meanwhile, Faliagni, seemingly regaining some confidence, let out a sneer while his figure began to blur…
But things didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned. Just as Faliagni attempted to Teleport away, suddenly, a faint Magic Aura emerged from nowhere, spreading out and surrounding Faliagni. Then, the unfortunate Hunter was shocked to find that instead of returning to his warm and comfortable lair as he had expected, he was still stuck here!
“What’s going on? Why isn’t my Teleportation working?”
“Because you’re stupid!”
As the words fell, Fang Zheng reappeared before Faliagni, his sword slashing down.
The moment the man tried to flee, Fang Zheng had secretly set a Dimensional Anchor. This was one of the tricks he had learned in the Main World—a Dimensional Anchor sealed space, and then he could fight as he pleased…
Thinking of running off after putting on an act, did you ask for my opinion?
