Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Bottled Prisoner (20)_1
The Sin Seeker, who had just made an impressive entrance, was shattered with a single blow?
Even Patrick seed a bit puzzled by such a feat of combat.
He examined his hand and then looked at the remains in the water, his face thoughtful.
Even though its neck had been broken, inside it was still hollow, with no sign of flesh or blood.
The next mont, flas began to seep from the severed neck and rapidly spread over its entire body.
The misshapen head in the distance was no different.
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Although it was subrged, it didn’t affect the burning; both were soon incinerated without a trace.
So it was empty after all?
Fu Qian stood not far away, watching everything unfold.
He had been wondering if the Sin Seeker, with its endless ability to revive, would have to consu a set of Armor each ti, which seed excessively wasteful.
It turned out that this thing’s form of existence was quite special.
Of course, while Fu Qian was observing, he knew that soone was watching him too.
“After killing , he won’t let you go.”
Seeing Fu Qian look up, Lin En’s words tumbled out in a frantic rush.
Trapped in a dire situation, he was truly panicking now.
“If we join forces to take this guy down, there’s still a chance for survival, or you’ll end up the sa.”
“Look at you, trying to rely on soone else’s strength again.”
However, what he didn’t anticipate was that Fu Qian still looked utterly unfazed by death and even sighed with a hint of pity.
“After what’s happened before, I thought you’d have beco a mature prisoner by now,” Fu Qian said, shaking his head.
“Show so pride!”
Pride, my ass!
Lin En’s anger flared instantly upon trying to forge a temporary alliance.
Although in his original plan, he hadn’t really counted on genuinely collaborating with anyone to defeat Patrick.
As long as the latter was willing to make a move, it would surely provide him with a chance to escape.
But the bastard wasn’t swayed at all.
Watching his window of opportunity slip away, the sight of Fu Qian’s smiling face beca increasingly despicable to him.
Unfortunately, before he could truly curse out loud, he had to swallow his words.
Patrick had already refocused on him.
“I must admit, this is even simpler than I imagined, so simple that it’s almost dull,” said Patrick, with a sinister smile looking at Lin En.
Having clearly overheard the covert plotting, Patrick grinned maliciously at Lin En.
“Next, I hope you can provide with a bit of a surprise.”
…
Facing a formidable enemy, Lin En swallowed hard, his eyes finally showing determination, as a murderous aura began to surface around him.
After all, he was a Middle Tier Transcendent, and the fight of a cornered beast should not be underestimated.
In this tense atmosphere, he plunged headfirst into the water without saying another word.
After making a show of it, he chose to cut and run when the going got tough.
The Butcher, of course, had no intention of letting him go and burst out laughing as he leapt high into the air, stomping down on the water’s surface.
Towering waves churned, mixed with sprays of crimson.
Patrick’s right leg was now marked with dozens of crisscrossing cuts, looking like torn fish skin.
Lin En resurfaced at a distance, having reached the shore.
He had feigned a water escape, but in fact, had set a trap in secret earlier on.
And everything seed to have gone smoothly as he successfully got the drop on Patrick.
At the mont, Patrick’s injured leg looked fragnted and soaked in the water, quickly turning the surroundings red.
Lin En, retreating to one side, didn’t bother to relish his victory, let alone pursue his advantage. He leapt onto the shore in one step and bolted away at full speed.
It was clear that his core strategy was still to flee.
The trap he had laid earlier was rely for securing the best opportunity for escape.
Unfortunately for him, the wounded Patrick showed no hesitation.
The next mont, with another forceful stomp, Patrick propelled himself up again, tracing a dark crimson glow through the air.
anwhile, a blood-red hook chain was flung out of hand.
There was another distortion up ahead.
The blood and fire-encased hook chain twisted and shook, tearing through several invisible webs, and plunged directly into Lin En’s back.
Seeing no hope for escape, Lin En finally turned around reluctantly.
However, before he could make any move, his features were already blown out of shape by a violent burst of energy.
“We could talk—”
With Patrick’s wildly forceful punch, Lin En’s words were instantly cut off, and half of his body was engulfed in flas.
At the sa ti, a deep cut was opened on Patrick’s left cheek, revealing the gum line underneath.
Puh!
The next mont, Lin En’s body slamd heavily into the ground like a sack, and blood and fire flew together.
Clearly overpowered and trading injury for injury, Patrick’s damage to him was much more severe.
However, Lin En did not just wait to die; he instinctively rolled over after hitting the ground.
Then the last image he saw was a blood-drenched leg stomping down with a thunderous crash.
Amid the muffled sounds, red and white splattered everywhere, and Lin En’s head was crushed flat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Even so, Patrick still didn’t let him go and continued to stomp down with his heavy leg relentlessly.
His power was so fierce, it was like rounds of mortar shells exploding.
Only when the other’s flesh turned to pulp and completely lost its vitality did he stop, satisfied at last.
Huff!
Patrick exhaled and looked up at the sky, his face a picture of bliss.
Having taken that head, the dark red on his body rolled tumultuously, his Sinfla growing more vigorous than before.
The savage mauling made his existing wounds tear further, and combined with the char by the Sinfla, made him look even more ferocious.
After a while, he finally turned slowly to et Fu Qian’s gaze.
“You’re not running?”
Clearly, he had not expected Fu Qian to stay and watch the show, not moving an inch.
Regardless of the reason, not fleeing was always a good thing.
Lin En, the sort who dared not confront head-on, really wasn’t satisfying enough.
“No rush.”
Fu Qian shook his head, his gaze never leaving him.
“May I ask if you have ever seen the statue of the Goddess of Sin and Punishnt?”
“…Yes, I have. What about it?”
This strange question slightly startled Patrick, who then let out a sharp, maniacal laugh.
“But you have never prayed for purification, have you?”
Fu Qian confird the information he had previously received.
“Why purify?”
The Butcher, making exaggerated expressions, slowly stepped forward, his oppressive aura at its peak.
“I’m not like them. I don’t need so unknown goddess’s redemption.”
“Understood, thank you very much!”
Fu Qian nodded, expressing his gratitude very politely.
“That’s good, now the Q&A ti is over.”
The Butcher clenched his fists.
“It’s a pity, you didn’t run before, now you won’t get another chance.”
“I was indeed planning to leave.”
Fu Qian looked as if it were no big deal.
“But I enjoy watching the excitent.”
Hm?
Patrick seed a bit puzzled, then suddenly looked into the distance.
The sound of tal striking ca in waves, and a figure wielding a silver-white greatsword was advancing in their direction with large strides.
Just like not long before.
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