Endless Debt Chapter 518 - 31: Angry Wind Pardon

"Is this secret power the next stage of the Summoning Hand?"

Geoffrey read the report written by Bologue, which was an explanation of his own secret power. However, no matter how detailed Bologue’s description was, it wasn’t as intuitive as a demonstration in actual combat.

So Geoffrey raised his head to look at the two people below the platform. In the wide space of the combat room, Bologue looked expressionlessly ahead, while his opponent appeared excited, stretching his muscles and occasionally casting provocative glances.

"Fla of the Cauldron... why did he choose such a strange na?" Geoffrey asked the person beside him.

"He said that when using secret energy to forge steel, he felt like a war blacksmith, wielding a red-hot iron sword to kill enemies, hence the na."

Lebius had already seen the report. As an expert, Bologue had even included the profound aning of the na with ticulous detail, making Lebius feel amused and helpless at such excessive rigor.

"Why are you here as well?"

Lebius looked to the other side, where Belli watched the two below eagerly preparing to fight, accompanied by her assistant Aimou, and the inseparable Balder.

"Of course, it’s to record data. On one side there’s the power of Overlord Xilin, and on the other, the perfect path of the Clarks family... You want to know how they asure up too, right?"

Belli spoke with excitent, like a spectator watching a duel, craving for blood and death to stimulate dull nerves.

Lebius was silent for a mont; hosting this combat, he just wanted to observe firsthand how Bologue’s secret power perford in action, never having considered this aspect.

Belli’s words piqued the interest of several people. On one side was the Undead who had usurped the absolute power of the Kagader Empire, and on the other was the heir of one of the founding families of the Order Bureau, the Clarks family.

This sort of duel was endlessly fascinating, only Aimou appeared sowhat flustered, not understanding why they were engaged in battles again after the promotion ceremony had barely concluded.

Geoffrey said, "Palr has no chance of winning. In a one-on-one situation of the sa tier, few can defeat the Undead."

"I’m not expecting Palr to win; I just hope he doesn’t lose too badly," Belli raised an eyebrow, "want to place a bet?"

Lebius had no interest in this, but Geoffrey’s eyes wandered at the ntion of betting, and Belli knew she succeeded, nudging Aimou beside her with her elbow, "Want to join?"

Aimou, innocent and sincere, found it challenging to fit into these old foxes’ sches, but she understood there would be a winner between Bologue and Palr.

"I’m betting on Bologue."

Such matters weren’t worth hesitating over.

Below the platform, Bologue’s gaze shifted from the people above to focus on Palr.

Bologue said, "I guess they’re betting on who between us will win."

"I think so too," Palr took a deep breath, feeling inevitable pressure facing Bologue, "this makes us feel like warriors in the arena."

Bologue nodded, "At least we don’t have to fight to the death among us."

"Well... actually, not necessarily. After all, you’re the Undead. If you die, and I live, that’s still possible." Palr maintained his humorous style even at tis like this.

"Usually, I might agree with you, but not this ti."

Bologue shook his head, warming up his hands.

Yesterday, he exerted great effort to escape from the Border Sanatorium. The situation was much as Bologue had imagined; these people thought he had ntal illness, partly due to his suicide, and partly due to Palr’s instigation.

Thanks to that bastard’s nonsense, Bologue completed several pages of psychological tests and was only released after confirming his temporary ntal stability.

Bologue needed to vent his anger on Palr, even though he’s his partner and roommate.

"Why did you commit suicide? You don’t seem like soone who would commit suicide on impulse just for fun."

Palr knew Bologue too well, while others were unaware of this point, Bologue easily deceived them, only Palr noticed and kept questioning him.

"If you win, I’ll tell you."

Bologue didn’t intend to tell Palr about the astronaut or any related intelligence, nor did he plan to inform Lebius.

In Bologue’s understanding, the only person he could discuss this intelligence with was Deputy Director of the Order Bureau, now the Minister of External Affairs, Nesanel.

As a Seeker of Glory, Nesanel possessed sufficient power to handle any unforeseen events.

"Speaking of which, since you got promoted to Prayer Believer, you haven’t told the nature of your secret energy after promotion, have you?"

Bologue probed Palr, even during training, he was committed.

"Rather than explaining it, you can experience it yourself." Palr slowly retreated, recalling his experience as a sparring partner for Bologue. After acquiring secret power, this guy pursued and tornted him, and now it was a chance for a counterattack.

Bologue flipped open his coat and took out a folding knife from the inner pocket. The tal extended bit by bit, the blade reflecting the distant image of Palr.

Until now, Bologue still deeply misses his Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. After losing this powerful alchemy armant, all he can use are the folding knife and the Shock Hamr.

Palr also struck a pose, his hands reaching behind his back, gripping the cold tal like a taut arrow.

Almost at the sa mont, a brilliant light burst forth from both of their eyes, and the Alchemy Matrix expanded, stirring up a turbulent ether.

Palr swung his hands, releasing dozens of cold blade lights. Bologue barely caught sight of the flying knives thrown into the wind; they flashed and vanished, leaving Bologue unable to trace their path, only hearing the sharp whistling as they sliced through the gale.

Bologue’s body arched, the Ethereal Amplification enhancing him, and he surged forward several ters in an instant, cyan flas entwining the folding knife. Under Bologue’s reconstruction, the hollow gaps inside the folding knife were filled, making the blade a bit narrower.

The cyan flas journeyed with Bologue, like a shower of fire, leaving a trail of flas behind.

"Damn it!"

Palr jumped back, already feeling intense pressure from Bologue. When Bologue brandished his knife and charged fiercely, it was like facing an enraged cyan tiger.

Even though he wasn’t wearing the Face of Horror, the dread he invoked still relentlessly assaulted Palr. Could it be said, losing oneself in blood for so long that one becos stained with the sa aura?

"Keep your distance! Bologue!"

Under pressure, Palr revealed the sa feverish smile. As Bologue charged forward rapidly, he was unaware, but the next second he felt as if he’d plunged into a mire.

An overwhelming pressure ca from all directions, squeezing his body, restraining his movents. Bologue found his breathing was becoming difficult, his lungs pressed with great force, nearly choking.

Bologue held his breath stubbornly, raising his head. Palr was above him; as a Condenser, Palr possessed a brief levitation ability, which was further enhanced when he beca a Prayer Believer.

"This is part of the wind too!"

Palr cheered as an intense buzzing rapidly approached Bologue, the bright blade lights mingled like a school of fish swimming through the wind, their scales shimring.

Bologue attempted to move, but the gradually increasing pressure made him feel trapped in a cage.

Pressure, isn’t it?

Bologue faintly sensed the source of the pressure, having entered the range influenced by Palr’s secret energy and a dense air pressure.

Cyan flas expanded and released, scorching the ground beneath, which began to collapse. Countless stones rose, orbiting Bologue and blocking the route of the flying knives, followed by relentless tal clashing.

After Palr’s promotion, his secret energy was further intensified, allowing him not only to manipulate air currents but also to command air pressure, slowing his targets...

Not only slowing.

Palr picked up a flying knife and hurled it at Bologue. Despite using Ethereal Amplification, the slender knife struggled to breach Bologue’s layered defenses.

But under Bologue’s gaze, the flying knife’s outline blurred. The next second, as if materializing, it appeared before Bologue’s eyes.

The sound of tearing slowly arrived as the stones shattered, countless fragnts constructing a broken path, dust swirling.

This path was precisely the attack route of the flying knife.

A piercing screech of friction arose, Bologue raised his folding knife, clashing with the incoming blade, incessant sparks flying. Bologue felt he was wrestling with a brute beast, soon deflecting the knife, though the folding knife bore a deep scratch.

Palr’s face showed a confident smile. Previously, he was at an absolute disadvantage against Bologue; now, he finally felt more assertive.

"How does it feel? Bologue."

Palr’s arrogance was palpable.

Bologue nodded in acknowledgnt, "A good application, but it doesn’t feel like sothing you could conceive. It’s a Clarks family technique, isn’t it?"

Palr’s arrogance diminished partly; the advantage of coming from a prominent family was evident. The ancestors had already taken the trial-and-error, distilling nurous techniques.

Palr didn’t need to develop secret energy himself. Once he acquired it, the knowledge learned in childhood at the Clarks could be applied.

Bologue roughly guessed the power of Palr’s attack. Using the wind as a path, the air pressure propelled the flying knife, letting it release like a musket.

Now, this bastard was practically a human cannon.

While Bologue speculated, Palr, like a conductor, elegantly waved his hand, sweeping before him, leaving behind flying knives upheld by the whirlwinds, cold tal reflecting the ether’s glow.

Secret Energy·Furious Wind Pardon.

Palr raised his fist, seemingly striking the bullet’s prir, launching it with a yell in accompanint.

"All guns blazing!"

The flying blade lights raced forward, nearly slicing through space like teors. The ti left for Bologue to react was brief, yet he faced the incoming rain of light with his usual composure.

Stepping forward, the intense cyan flas surged up, engulfing everything around.