"Bologue! I’m going to kill you! You bastard!"
"Well, things have already happened, why not just accept them calmly? How about we have a nice chat?"
The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid forged into sharp Fist Blades, and Bologue punched Aimou on the shoulder, trying to dismantle her limbs.
tal clashed against tal, igniting dazzling sparks. Aimou raised her hands with difficulty, tussling with Bologue, like two wild cats fighting fiercely. When punching wasn’t effective, she used her claws to scratch at Bologue.
Bologue scread miserably, but seed joyful in his cries. Yet, after a few rounds, it was evident Bologue had the upper hand.
Aimou was fierce, but both of her hands were tightly locked by Bologue using the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. After several struggles, she simply couldn’t break free from the restraints.
How infuriating! Aimou’s teeth gnawed in anger, her body trembling, but she couldn’t do anything. Without the help of traps, facing Bologue’s seal, she was just in a state of impotent rage.
Bologue’s expression was also complicated. It was clear Aimou was about to explode. Once he let her go... he definitely couldn’t let Aimou go.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
"How can you expect to be calm!"
Aimou was firmly controlled by Bologue, pressed to the ground in humiliation.
Aimou shouted, "Let go of !"
"If I let go, would you calm down?"
"Let go of first!"
"No way, if I let go, what if you attack again?"
Emotions welled up, and Aimou let out a hysterical wail. What’s wrong with Bologue?
In utter desperation, Canyin’s radiant glow shone, causing Bologue’s vision to blur.
Aimou’s arm began to shift and flicker. Caught completely off guard, Bologue allowed Aimou’s Shared Chord Body to penetrate the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid and his own body.
It was over.
"You said you’d calm down..."
Bologue hadn’t finished speaking when a straight punch landed on his face, sending blood flying, followed closely by Aimou’s voice.
"Feeling much calr now!"
Aimou cald down, looking at Bologue lying on top of her. Suddenly, she lifted her knee, slamming it into Bologue’s back.
Bologue lost his balance and fell forward. Aimou seized the opportunity to roll up and get back on her feet, intending to pursue the advantage.
But upon thinking of her wishes, Aimou held back her emotions.
Indeed, there’s no need to clash with this lunatic as long as he doesn’t interfere with her.
Aimou’s fury subsided considerably, and she turned to crawl away into the alley.
However, after just a few steps, a hook-shot flew through the air, snagging Aimou’s ankle. Her center of gravity faltered, and she fell face-first onto the ground.
Bologue slowly stood up, wiped his nosebleed, and started walking towards Aimou while retracting the hook-shot.
He seed like a fisherman battling with a shark, finally reeling in the big fish after much peril.
Yet, this journey wasn’t over until he safely returned to the dock.
Aimou seed to give up resisting, but just as Bologue dragged her close, Aimou leapt like a cat, pouncing onto Bologue.
Bologue was too familiar with this move; in the last Ti Reversal, Aimou had used this trick to hit him.
"You never stop, do you!"
Aimou cursed; Bologue was truly exasperating. How could the world have such a person? Or maybe, when Undead live too long, they end up bizarre like this?
Wrapping her thighs around Bologue’s waist, hooking her calves behind, Aimou unleashed a series of combo punches onto Bologue’s face.
Bologue reached out and caught Aimou’s fists outright, locking the two in a stalemate like wrestling.
To ensure she wasn’t overpowered by Bologue, Aimou squeezed her thighs tightly; Bologue felt so pressure in his chest, followed by pain, realizing his ribs had been crushed.
Damn it, how is this Alchemy Puppet so strong? Belli, what’s your secret behind this?
"Aimou, I know you’re upset, but can we deal with the current issue first?"
Bologue’s voice was a bit rigid. He had enough patience for Aimou, but thinking about his recent words and actions, he felt terrible.
"After we’ve sorted this out, we can battle in the combat room for three days and nights!"
"Do you think the main issue is that?"
Aimou was about to go crazy; every explanation from Bologue just poured fuel onto the fire.
At this point, Aimou could confirm that Bologue’s claim of never being deceived by a woman was true. Who would bother trying to deceive him, anyway?
Facing Bologue, people wouldn’t deceive him; instead, they’d end up infuriated themselves.
Thinking more about it angered Aimou further; at this mont, Bologue hesitated and recklessly asked.
"Is that not the point?"
"Ahhh! Bologue, you bastard! Almost a hundred years old, yet no improvent at all!"
In anger, Aimou broke free from the restraints.
Despite being a child eager to learn, Aimou had no teacher for Fighting Techniques; she gained all her skills from books.
Bologue might find it hard to believe; Aimou even knew how to repair cars, not out of interest for cars but simply because there was a car repair book on the bookshelf.
The daily life of an Alchemy Puppet was boring, so she read through all the books she could.
The two wrestled, stumbling into the alley. Aimou punched Bologue down with each hit, but no matter how hard Aimou tried, Bologue remained standing.
She knew that while Bologue seed to be overshadowed by her, he was actually taking it easy.
Bologue was a violence expert; in terms of using violence, how could he be weaker than herself?
Thinking of these things, the hatred in Aimou’s heart surged even more fiercely; despite her utmost efforts, others still refused to take her seriously, even in life-or-death combat.
In Bologue’s eyes, her angry appearance was nothing more than childish impotent rage, perhaps the entire duel was just a child’s tantrum.
"Take this seriously! Bologue! We’re fighting here!"
Aimou shouted angrily, but as soon as she spoke, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid surged like tides, engulfing her.
tal solidified, locking Aimou’s limbs tightly. She tried to increase her power output and use Ethereal Amplification to break free, but this ti, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid’s restraint was far stronger than usual... no, this was Bologue’s true power.
Aimou beca like a solid stone statue; her fists gradually ceased moving. Blue light glimred in Bologue’s eyes, and Aimou’s fists were forcibly lowered.
It was the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid; the snakes crawled over her arms, forcing her to retract her fists.
A vast feeling of helplessness swept over Aimou’s mind. So even after trying so hard, she remained so fragile? Thinking of this, Aimou angrily delivered a strong headbutt to Bologue.
With her limbs restrained, Aimou bit down on Bologue’s shoulder, retaliating like a wild dog. Blood seeped into her throat and spilled out.
Aimou kept struggling, causing Bologue’s steps to stagger, the two tumbling and finally falling into the trash bin.
Bologue let go of Aimou, the snakes retreated back under his sleeves. He staggered to the side, sitting against a damp cliff wall, accompanied by spilling trash.
Aimou lay in the trash bin, black trash bags piled beneath her like a black sea of flowers.
The fight ca to a halt, both understood it was halfti break.
chanical sounds slowly cald inside the trash bin; Bologue’s breathing beca steadier. He fumbled in his pocket, took out a crumpled box of cigarettes, then thought better and tossed it aside.
Bologue called out tentatively, "Aimou?"
"Don’t bother ."
Aimou crouched in the corner of the trash heap.
She couldn’t win in argunt or fight; this ti Aimou lost utterly, an all-around defeat.
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