I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 480 - 338 Frustrated Saint
Chapter 480: Chapter 338 Frustrated Saint
A fist, black and profound, swirling with rich shadows, suddenly swung out.
It collided with another, larger pale fist—
Boom!!
The air instantly exploded, and a terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, whipping up a violent wind.
The dull sound made everyone’s heart skip a beat, their scalps numb.
Corliss and Tobin immediately retreated a hundred meters away with their subordinates to avoid unnecessary involvement. They watched the fight in the center intently, their eyes filled with disbelief, their faces shocked.
“This…”
Floey and Noah, along with other Circus members, stood next to the official Transcendents, watching the Leader and the strange powerhouse’s fight with concern. They tactfully chose not to rashly join the battle, knowing well that at this level of combat, they could not only offer no help but would also hinder their boss.
The towering Pale Knight stepped back twice, thump thump, his steps creating deep footprints on the hard stone road, shattering it and spreading web-like cracks several meters long.
In contrast, the Incarnation of the Saint from the Rothfuss Family…
Flew backward like a cannonball, spanning a hundred meters, and crashed heavily against a deserted residential building.
Boom!
The entire building was smashed open with a gaping hole, through which one could even glimpse the room’s tables, beds, and a wardrobe shattered into wood chips and fragments.
Homer was still flying backward, collapsing several bungalows continuously before everything finally returned to calm.
“The Incarnation of Your Majesty the Saint, was sent flying by a punch from Mr. Jack?!”
Corliss’s mouth was slightly agape, his voice slightly hoarse.
As the acting Judge of the main district, no one knew better than him how powerful the higher-ranking beings were… Although Sequence Five was only one Sequence away from Sequence Four, it was a world of difference.
Between them lay a deep, transformative gap for lifeforms.
Even just an Incarnation of the Saint could easily slaughter seasoned Transcendents of Sequence Five.
After all, it was a Mythical Level existence walking the earth, a bearer of a portion of higher powers.
Yet…
The scene before him strongly challenged his prior understanding.
“Such power can only be described as a miracle!”
Bishop Tobin made a prayer gesture of the Moon Church, his voice devout and slightly excited.
“Mr. Jack, with a body of a Sequence Six Transcendent, was able to confront the Incarnation of the Saint, he must be favored by our God… Such a miracle, unbelievable!”
Corliss and Tobin simultaneously recalled the deeds of ‘Qiaoke’, his act of downing an Incarnation of Terence Your Majesty, it seemed it was not a rumor but an actual fact!
The Investigators and the robed monks standing behind them were equally shaken by this scene, challenging their worldviews.
Everyone held their breath, fixated on every moment.
When Floey and other Circus members noticed their Leader standing toe-to-toe with the Incarnation of the Saint without falling behind, they immediately showed deep respect.
That exaggerated towering figure, that never-before-seen pale armor, and that thick, strange serpent coiled around the shoulder… all exuded an intense aura of oppression!
But for them, it was an unparalleled reassurance.
With such a powerful boss behind them, they too had enough confidence!
Leader, you must prevail!
They silently prayed for Mr. Jack in their hearts.
Boom!!
The skirmish continued.
An enormous “Shadow Curtain,” tens of meters wide and almost a hundred meters long, burst from the ground, breaking through the ruins of collapsed buildings like a volcanic eruption, sweeping towards the Pale Knight like a massive wave.
In front of that overwhelming shadow stood the Incarnation of the Saint in a black cloak, His Majesty Homer of the Rothfuss Family.
At that moment, he spread his arms wide, with a long shadow trailing behind him, his face slightly distorted with annoyance.
“Damn ants, just because you possess brute strength, you think you can harm me?”
“Try it, Your Majesty.”
A cold voice suddenly appeared above Homer’s head.
Homer’s eyes twitched, and the pale figure that stood far on the ground vanished, the adversary had unknown moved to his side.
Clang!
A crisp metallic sound chimed.
A silver whip, like a waterfall, shot down straight towards the back of Homer’s neck!
In an instant, Homer reacted, a pool of muddy black shadow surged from his back, forming an arched shield.
Clang!!
The “Coffin Shadow” condensed protective shield shattered in an instant, and the giant silver sword ruthlessly chopped down on his neck!
Another dull heavy sound echoed.
The man in the cloak twisted and skewed, fell from the sky, and smashed heavily into the ground, creating a large crater. Homer slowly stood up at the bottom of the crater, touched the back of his head, and surprisingly felt a tearing pain, the second layer of “Shadow Coffin” covering his skin had cracked open a seam, leaking out black mud-like blood.
His heart filled with increasing rage, having been struck twice by the opponent, this time even wounded, was indeed a humiliation for Him!
Just as He was about to retaliate with great force, another gust of wind struck.
Boom!!
Clang clang clang clang—!
The towering Pale Knight did not give Him a moment to breathe, blinked again into the pit, and swung his giant sword wildly.
Each strike carried the weight of a thousand jun, each split the air.
Silver afterimages filled the space below the pit, colliding with the continuously flickering and surging black muddy shadows.
The aftermath of their clash ravaged the walls of the large pit, like sharp knives scraping against stone slabs and soil, etching straight marks.
In the violently trembling scene, Homer’s expression was very grim; he exerted most of his strength just to barely keep up with the opponent’s attack frequency, manipulating the shadows on his arms to continuously defend.
He also finally understood why this guy, merely a Sequence Six Transcendent, was able to kill Roxanne and the Black Knife Assassin Group.
The opponent’s strength had already surpassed the usual bounds of Sequence Five, far from high level, but with his Blink ability, coupled with a brutal close-combat level, he could look down upon most mid-Sequence Transcendents!
Even His own incarnation was briefly suppressed!
Such an intense sense of oppression, Homer had never seen in any other mid-Sequence Transcendent!
Another sword strike came slashing across, and with a cold snort, he extended his left hand. Dark shadows leaped from his palm, transforming into three canine heads that firmly clamped down on the opponent’s wrist, sword hilt, and blade.
Immediately after, Homer’s right hand hooked under the shoulder armor of the Pale Knight, where a shadowy slime was born from the dark side, forming a sharp iron pick that pierced straight into the left chest of the knight.
The tip of the shadow iron pick shimmered with a profound luster as if it had been imbued with some power that forcefully penetrated the Pale Armor, impaling the Pale Knight’s heart.
A slight smile played upon Homer’s lips.
“It’s nothing but a tickle.”
The tall knight slightly lowered his head, his voice transmitting through the cross slits of the pale faceplate.
“You’re far inferior to His Majesty Terence’s incarnation.”
Whoosh—!
The strange python perched on Chen Lun’s shoulder suddenly attacked, swallowing Homer’s upper body in a speed beyond what the retina could capture.
The latter groaned in pain. His body exploded into black mud, scattered all over the ground, and then disappeared without a trace.
Chen Lun was not surprised that the opponent would use such a method to temporarily evade harm, so he chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and forcefully pulled out the shadow iron pick that pierced the heart, throwing it into a pit.
Clang!
He stepped forward, returning to the ground.
‘Divination really can’t affect higher beings; I still can’t capture the opponent’s location.’
After a brief attempt, Chen Lun thought to himself.
The strange python on his shoulder stood up, hissing with its barb-filled tongue, its crimson snake eyes sizing up the surroundings as if on alert from attacks from every direction.
Whiz!
A shadow spike came attacking next to Chen Lun’s head!
Clang!
The shoulder python sensed it in time and flicked its body to knock it away.
Whiz whiz whiz…
In every direction around the Pale Knight, including above and beneath him, slender and sharp shadow spikes densely pierced through.
But the pale python was extremely formidable. It batted away the spikes at lightning speed, and at a glance, it seemed to have simultaneously blown away all the spikes.
Seeing this, Homer, hidden in invisibility, knew such measures would not harm his opponent and abruptly materialized behind the Pale Knight—
This time, he had transformed into a tall, dark creature, five meters tall, covered with constantly boiling and bubbling shadowy slime. His neck and waist were draped with a large, slender Shadow Curtain that fluttered without wind, its weird and intricate twisted patterns and an overall profound luster that could even devour the sight of others.
Time seemed to stop.
Everyone could not help but hold their breath.
Homer’s face was pitch black, leaving only a pair of eerie white eyes. He raised his long arms lightly and waved his hand.
Boom!
Centered on the Pale Knight, within a radius of several meters, shadows rose from the ground and closed in reverse, enclosing him like a coffin.
“Die—!”
A chilling, hoarse voice emanated from Homer.
The pitch-black, glossy coffin twisted violently as if a pair of invisible hands were squeezing it dry like a dishcloth.
Splat!!
Countless drops of mud-like black slime splattered around, each drop hitting the ground with a dull clangor.
In the stunned gaze of the onlookers.
And in Homer’s brief moment of stupor.
A pale arm burst through the “Coffin Binding,” a large hand covered in fine white scales, snatched the slender black shadow’s neck!
With a fierce pull downward!
Homer’s body, which seemed terrifying to others, could not resist the immense strength and was forcibly bent over in a comical bow.
Boom!!
The slender black shadow knelt on one knee. The force was so immense that it compressed the ground around by several centimeters.
He roared furiously, his body trembling as if struggling continuously against the Pale Hand, yet he could not break free.
The Pale Knight slowly emerged from the twisted “black coffin,” his crimson cape fluttering and the giant python on his shoulder wildly dancing, whipping and flinging off the shadowy sludge.
“I told you I would kill you, Your Majesty.”
The low, resented voice came once again from the faceplate’s cross slits.
“You didn’t think I was just joking with you, did you?”
Chen Lun no longer suppressed the desire to kill within him. Freeing his other hand, he delivered a fierce punch straight into his opponent’s face.
Boom!
Black blood gushed from the mouth area of his pitch-black face.
Those white eyes widened, showing shock.
He, the young generation Saint of the Rothfuss family, sent out as an incarnation, was being pinned down and beaten by a Mid Sequence Transcendent?!
An intense feeling of humiliation welled up inside him.
Homer almost suffocated on the shame that threatened to make him spit blood again.
After the python on the Pale Knight’s shoulder flicked away the shadow sludge, it sprung forward and tightly wrapped around Homer, coiling seven or eight circles and firmly trapping the slender black shadow.
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“Hey—!”
Homer let out a frantic roar.
But Chen Lun, with his hands now free, unleashed a torrent of punches like a fierce storm.
Bang bang bang…!
Bang bang bang bang bang…!!
White fist shadows left hundreds of afterimages, concentrating strikes on Homer’s body.
Expressions on the faces of Corliss and Bishop Tobin were almost frozen, their inner shock nearing numbness.
They originally thought that after Jack transformed into the giant knight form, even if he could win, he would surely have to pay a great price… but now, it seemed not to be the case!
The Rothfuss family’s Saint incarnation… seemed… about to be beaten to death.
