Ernan’s tense mood eased slightly when he suddenly found that he had lost control of his body and fell straight into the ruins.
What’s going on?
Ernan couldn’t figure it out, but soon a piercing pain spread from his ankle. A neat wound had unknowingly severed his tendons, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably.
After a brief mont of stupor, Ernan quickly rolled his body into a corner of the dust, enduring the excruciating pain, checking for any other fatal wounds on his body.
The collapse’s impact masked the whizzing sound of the Flying Knife with its roaring crash, and the bruises from hitting debris had made Ernan overlook the initially weak pain.
Palr wasn’t dead; he was hiding around, trying to hunt him down.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Ernan kept cursing. Now he was also dragged into the abyss of a slow death.
Staying here ant that the boulders would eventually crush Ernan, but if he tried to break out, with his injured ankle, it would beco extrely difficult to move, let alone evade Palr’s hunt.
Soon, Ernan made up his mind. Clutching the Sharp Nail tightly, he vowed to take Palr down with him, since death seed inevitable.
Leaning against the trembling wall, Ernan struggled to get up. He realized that Palr was skilled in Ethereal Concealnt, which was why his attack was so silent.
"Was this all planned?"
Talking to himself, Ernan felt a sudden fear. He had initially thought Bologue’s rampage was just an act of madness, but now it seed coordinated with his partner’s actions.
Bologue not only divided the battlefield but also placed its advantages at their side.
Ernan struggled to remain calm, his eyes repeatedly scanning the rising dust. Both were deadly assassins, aning he and Palr only had one chance for an attack. Whoever struck first would be victorious.
With heightened concentration and rapid blood flow, Ernan, in a trance, noticed the changes around him slow down. He could see the falling debris, the trajectory of the swirling smoke, and from the chaotic shifts, he detected a hint of anomaly.
A spot in the dust suddenly surged up, and a blurred silhouette swiftly erged.
Almost instinctively, Ernan prepared to shoot the Sharp Nail through the shadow, but he abruptly stopped himself at the last mont of raising his hand.
A myriad of thoughts roared in Ernan’s mind.
No matter how fast and deadly the Sharp Nail was, there was a prerequisite swing required to apply force to it, creating a gap between his attacks, which was Ernan’s dead zone.
What if the shadow was just Palr’s feint? What if he judged incorrectly? The smoke covered everything, and Ernan wasn’t sure where he would hit. What if he failed to kill Palr in one strike?
Ernan’s mind went blank, and then he threw the Sharp Nail.
The Alchemy tal rubbed violently against the air, producing a series of sonic booms that echoed incessantly, followed by a fireball cloud following its path, pulled into a crimson fiery line by the high-speed airflow.
The fiery line pierced through the smoke, scattering the dust. A flying boulder was instantly penetrated and shattered.
A roaring Ether reaction rose from Ernan’s side, just as he had suspected. It was Palr’s feint, and at the sa ti, in his peripheral vision, Ernan could see a figure rapidly approaching through the flying debris.
Ernan’s face was intensely tense, and suddenly, he laughed.
This wasn’t the first ti Ernan found himself in such peril, nor was it his first ti facing an enemy’s close-range assault. Ernan realized that in high-intensity combat, due to over-concentration, people often overlooked very simple things.
For instance, Ernan had two hands, and he could throw many Sharp Nails at once.
Ernan leaned to one side, twisting his body powerfully. His other hand grabbed the Sharp Nails from his waist, while the hand already holding several nails threw them with all his might toward the direction of the rising Ether.
Palr was still too impulsive, this round was Ernan’s win.
Ernan was overjoyed inside. Even with Palr’s body wrapped in dust, and unclear on the precise target, it didn’t matter. The multiple Sharp Nails wove a death net like scattered pellets, leaving Palr with no escape.
The howling sound of the wind roared as the surging airflow tore through the dust, exposing Palr. Dense fiery lines advanced toward him at high speed from all directions, yet Palr showed no intention of evasion.
Palr remained standing in place, holding his throwing pose.
The next mont, under Ernan’s incredulous gaze, all the red lines passed precisely by Palr’s body’s contour. They didn’t even manage to graze him.
"How is this possible!"
Ernan was dumbstruck. He knew luck existed but had never thought soone could be so fortunate as if Lady Luck herself had kissed his cheek, turning all flying arrows away from his direction.
As the bloodline blossod along his neck, Ernan’s fury abruptly ceased. He clutched his throat, blood gushing out, staring wide-eyed at Palr. Then the falling boulders crushed his figure into the lower layer of ruins.
Palr stood his ground, his expression calm, yet inside, an enormous wave of fear had arisen, belatedly gripping his heart.
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