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'Pfft'
A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.
Without wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Freya's eyes revealed a strong killing intent.
"It has been a long time since anyone has forced me this way. You truly are the Knight's Pinnacle!" Her cold voice seemed to freeze all living beings.
In front of Freya, the Black Armored Man stared at her with his entire body charred, the arrogance in his eyes long gone, replaced by deep seriousness.
The Blood Hole in his abdomen did not seem to have caused him fatal harm, but the black aura surrounding him had weakened significantly, and the strange Scorpion Phantom had vanished.
Although a physique that breaks human limits is terrifyingly powerful, it is still impossible to survive with a Blood Hole in the abdomen. It seems this man must have some secret technique.
Gently shaking his body, the Black Armored Man touched the Blood Hole in his abdomen. Sensing Freya's intense killing intent, he frowned slightly.
"Woman, although you are strong, if you want to kill me, you will have to pay a great price. Why don't we just let this go? I won't pursue what you have taken."
"Oh? Are you serious?" Freya tilted her head slightly, but her icy gaze remained unchanged.
"Of course, I swear by the honor of a Great Knight." He clenched his fist and placed it on his chest.
His words were tempting; however, Freya did not believe him. The Tide Gem was an extremely precious treasure for any wizard. Even if he didn't pursue it himself, a wizard could find her through subtle clues.
Otherwise, Freya wouldn't have used Ashfire to silence those three before.
"Alright then, since you feel that way, there's nothing more to be done." She shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant gesture, and the killing intent she had been gathering slowly dissipated.
'Whoosh'
Freya's entire figure vanished in an instant, causing the man to appear with a thud at the original spot.
The ground beneath his feet was crushed into two deep pits, and he casually gripped a black greatsword in his hand, his cold gaze sweeping around.
Circles of dense black energy slowly climbed up his body, twisting and rolling like liquid, with a chilling aura emanating from him.
"Interesting, I didn't expect that just a support mission would lead to this."
Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, a blazing crimson firestorm erupted above him.
'Buzzing'
A tremendous buzzing sound mixed with an overwhelming pressure surged toward the man.
'Tink tink tink tink tink tink tink'
Countless bright sparks erupted suddenly, and the originally dark night sky seemed to explode with massive fireworks.
Reflected in the nearby lake, it created a unique beauty.
"Damn it!!" A muffled growl echoed amidst the firestorm.
'Boom!'
A Black Greatsword suddenly extended from the center of the red storm and then cleaved down with a thunderous sound...
The ongoing firestorm came to an abrupt halt.
A faint sound of airflow was heard as Freya suddenly appeared not far away, her gaze coldly fixed ahead. The Crimson Dagger in her hand had returned to its original pitch-black color, but the blade was riddled with chips.
The center of the storm still burned with flickering flames, and the Black Armored Man stood in the charred ground, casually tearing away the fabric that was still smoldering on one side of his body.
Looking at the man's appearance, Freya's face showed a slight look of concern. Although that last strike was not her strongest sword technique, it was created by combining Scorching Touch with her ultimate understanding of Stiletto, named Waltz Reformed. Even if he was a Knight's Pinnacle, he should not have emerged unscathed.
But when she saw the swirling black energy around him, her eyes narrowed slightly as if she understood something.
"Is this the aura of his Knight's Pinnacle?"
She had once been forcibly elevated to Knight's Pinnacle by Blue Earrings. At that time, her aura was a silver tassel shape, completely different from the man before her.
However, it seemed that Knight's Pinnacle not only involved reaching the physical limits but also underwent some qualitative change in its aura, along with other unknown factors.
While Freya pondered this, the Black Armored Man nearby gently twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds. His robust body suddenly trembled, appearing to swell even larger than before.
He stepped onto the charred earth, a cruel expression emerging on his face as he stared at Freya and spoke slowly, "You are impressive. Woman, my name is Skarn; this will be the last name you remember!"
The clarity of his words filled Freya with a strong sense of murderous intent.
Boom!
This time, the man did not use that special charging technique; instead, he charged toward her with an incredibly real presence, his heavy body trampling the grass and kicking up large clumps of black soil.
In Freya's vision, it seemed as though the twisting black energy surrounding the Black Armored Man was slowly transforming into a bizarre-looking pitch-black scorpion.
The Black Greatsword in hand was the sharp tail of the Scorpion.
"Is it an illusion? No, that's not right; this is a special sword technique!" Without sensing any energy aura, Freya felt her gaze slightly sharpen as if she were being locked onto.
She retreated once again. Her Cross Sword had corroded in the Testing Area, and she hadn't replenished it due to the urgency of her journey. The hardness of the dagger in her hand couldn't inflict any damage on him, and although she had enough confidence in her swordsmanship, engaging in a direct clash would yield no advantage.
"It seems I can only use witchcraft to restrain him and then look for an opportunity to strike decisively."
As this thought crossed Freya's mind, she suddenly felt a sharp sensation appear at the center of her forehead, prompting her to instinctively lower her head.
"Thud!!"
A bottomless black hole appeared where her head had just been. The Black Armored Man chuckled and suddenly accelerated, raising the enormous pincers of his strange Scorpion Phantom.
Two intense gusts of wind rushed toward Freya's waist.
This shadow-like sword technique was different from her Stiletto. It always gave her a sticky feeling, as if the dark aura surrounding the Black Armored Man had a stagnating quality.
The sharp sensation at her waist created a chilling illusion.
Maintaining her composure, she quickly scanned both sides. Suddenly, Freya extended her hand and struck the ground beneath her feet.
A flash of green light flickered, and the previously quiet lawn erupted with a mound of large brown tree roots that lifted her body.
"Crack!"
Before the roots could fully grow, they were severed by an invisible Sharp Blade, scattering into a pile of wood shavings.
Freya took advantage of the pulling force and suddenly shot the dagger in her hand into the air.
A faint buzzing sound allowed Black Dagger to draw a clear white line through the air.
‘Ding.’
The crisp sound resonated as Black Dagger was at the center of Scorpion Claw's Phantom. The man with a fierce Face held the dagger but kept his eyes fixed on the descending Freya, speaking arrogantly, “Stop playing these tricks. You are also a Great Knight, show your…”
‘Boom!!!’
The Purple Flame erupted violently from the man's hand.
Using two spells in quick succession left Freya slightly pale, but upon seeing the Purple Flame, her gaze turned cold. The remaining dagger slowly gathered a swirl of white airflow, with strands of red firelight igniting.
‘Stabbing Sword Modification - Explosive Blade!’
‘Whoosh!!’
The burning Flame Pistol appeared in her hand, and the surrounding white airflow condensed behind her, forming two slender silver Tassels.
“If my attack power isn’t enough, then I’ll just stack it multiple times!”
Her golden hair fluttered slightly in the firelight as Freya’s figure suddenly vanished from her spot.
In the darkness, a long Red Thread slowly unfurled, followed by a scorching gust of wind.
The recently exploded Purple Flame suddenly condensed, and in the center of the flames, a fist-sized void was formed by the pressure of the wind, revealing black armor.
In the man's pupils, Freya's face suddenly appeared, accompanied by a terrifying power.
"Swish!"
The red Flame Pistol spun and pierced through armor, then flesh, and finally bone!
It ultimately passed through completely.
The Purple Flame continued to burn as Freya's Flame Pistol slowly shrank, eventually transforming into the Black Dagger in her hand.
"It's over," Freya thought, feeling the sticky blood in her hand as she let out a light sigh of relief.
However, just as she relaxed her guard, a strong sense of danger suddenly surged from her side.
"Black Scorpion Assault!"
In a deep voice, the Black Greatsword silently swung toward her.
"Clang!" "Boom!!!"
The pitch-black dagger shattered instantly. Fortunately, Freya managed to use the force of the impact to avoid being cut in half and was instead sent flying.
Rolling across the lawn, Freya slid for a long distance before her arm dug into the ground, leaving a deep mark that finally stopped her movement.
One side of her thin nightgown had been sliced open, revealing her fair skin and undergarments underneath. Freya stood up with a cold expression, quickly tying the nightgown tightly to cover herself.
At this moment, she felt a heaviness in her chest; suddenly, she realized she had sustained internal injuries.
Not far away, the Black Armored Man saw Freya relax and slowly let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
He faced Freya and slowly stepped back, his longsword making vague defensive movements while keeping a vigilant watch on her every move.
Once he reached a safer distance, he finally relaxed completely.
"Damn it! I’ll need to recuperate for a while after this! That woman is infuriating!" The Black Armored Man's body sank completely into the darkness, his face pale as he pressed on his abdominal wound, quickly moving in a certain direction.
The previously solid Blood Hole began to slowly crack open, revealing flesh and blood.
This prompted him to swiftly pull out a bottle of Green Liquid from the gaps in his black armor and quickly apply it to the wound.
However, just as he turned around a corner of an alley, a crimson light suddenly enveloped him from above.
A cold and eerie voice emerged at the same time.
"Do you know what I hate the most? It's when people talk behind my back!"
Immediately after, a Firebird made of countless flames and air currents came crashing down.
‘Stabbing Sword Finale - Blood Bird’ (To be continued…)
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