The Demon's Menu-Chapter 1745: Limited Injury Immunity and Limited ‘Immortality’
Captulo 1745: Chapter 138: Limited Injury Immunity and Limited ‘Immortality’
Screech!
Amidst a sound like iron being forcibly twisted apart, William frowned slightly, lowering his head to look at his chest.
A complete cutting mark.
From the left shoulder to the right waist.
Flesh was evenly split open.
Including the bone!
Even the internal organs were not spared.
In fact, apart from a bit of skin on his back, William was almost split in two.
But, William was not dead.
He was still full of vitality, and even his indifferent expression had not changed, as if he hadn’t felt even a hint of pain.
"One strike stacked ten thousand times?”
"Not bad!”
"But…”
"For me, it’s still lacking a bit!”
As William said this, tiny fleshy buds began to grow on the surfaces of his severed muscles, bones, and organs, as if they were magnetic poles drawing closer to each other.
Like a repaired rag doll.
William was quickly recovering.
As he recovered, William spoke continuously.
"My body has experienced ten thousand times of immortality, and it has already formed a memory—it knows how to restore itself as long as it isn’t a complete death, and likewise, it will remember the same technique!”
"The first time, it will endure one hundred percent of the damage.”
"The second time, it will only endure fifty percent of the damage.”
"The third time?”
"Only ten percent remains!”
"Each time, it remembers the pain and begins to grow.”
"So, it’s a pity…”
"You missed the only chance to kill me!”
"If your slash was just a bit stronger earlier, even if it were the ten-thousand-and-first, you might have killed me!”
As William said this, the indifference on his face was again mixed with mockery, forming a unique malevolence.
Words like knives.
Hurt invisibly.
The art of attacking the heart was something ‘Jing’, now ‘Aemon’, was well-versed in.
Especially during the days as ‘Jing’, he regarded it as instinct.
So, the moment William spoke, ‘Aemon’ knew what the other wanted to do.
"Is that so?”
"Do you really think my attack is just like this?”
‘Aemon’ retorted.
Simultaneously observing the opponent.
The body can adapt to a particular unique environment, forming an ability akin to ‘Extraordinary Power’, which, for Mystical Side individuals, is not a fairy tale, but it requires extremely special conditions.
Talent, corresponding secret technique, ceremony.
And matching materials.
Plus!
A bit of luck!
William met these three criteria very well, but even if he possessed a similar secret technique, ‘Aemon’ still believed such a secret technique must have limitations.
Or rather, weaknesses!
For instance…
William seemed unmoved ever since he appeared.
Is it because he can’t move?
Or is it a trap?
‘Aemon’ pondered.
Facing ‘Aemon’s serious words, William, however, sneered.
"Are you going to say you have reinforcements?”
"The entire Uptown has been destroyed by you, and apart from these people, there’s no living soul!”
"As for Lower City District?”
"Heh.”
"Are you going to tell me you are still cooperating with that so-called ‘Jason’?”
William’s disdain reached a certain peak at this time.
William knew clearly about Jason’s origins.
Just a reject from Lower City District.
Not some so-called defector from Uptown.
As for what subordinates would do, most of the time, William turned a blind eye.
He didn’t have the leisure to deal with these.
As long as the decisions he made wouldn’t change, that’s all that mattered.
Therefore, in William’s heart, Jason was just a lucky Lower City District rat who acquired some secret techniques and flaunted it.
Such rats, he had witnessed too many.
In sum: Not worth mentioning!
He always thought so.
He was doing the same now.
"Or are you saying you can deliver such a strike again in a short time?”
William stared at the heavy-breathing ‘Aemon’, feeling more assured of victory,
With this as a premise, William spoke even more.
"In fact, if you hadn’t expended more strength arranging this initial ceremony, you might have been able to kill me, but you completely gave up that chance to resurrect ‘Lion’ and the others!”
"Counting this way, you’ve given up two opportunities!”
"Once fully prepared, yet voluntarily abandoned.
"Once thinking it was complete, yet fell one step short.”
"So, ‘Aemon’, you’re still the same as before—indecisive, a mess that can’t be helped!”
"If it were me, I wouldn’t care about these!”
"I would kill my enemies first!”
"Then?”
"Consider other things later!”
"And that collaborator you chose, Jason, like a rat…”
Pfft!
As William rattled on, a dagger swiftly slashed through his recovering wound from within the shadows.
It was a middle-aged man holding a dagger, with an unfamiliar face and a phantom-like figure.
‘Aemon’ had not seen him before.
Nor had William.
But the sudden strike just now caught both of their attentions.
The power was negligible to both.
But the silent assassination ability was enough to astonish both of them.
Who is this?
Both thought simultaneously.
"Those who insult the Master, die!”
Czar, facing William and ‘Aemon’s gaze, only stared fixedly at William, his tone murderous.
Master?
William was startled.
Before he could react, several more phantom figures appeared.
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