"Forced to move Wolf to Phantom Beast... distortion of the rules...Scepter Level?"
Rain Artist covered his fatal wounds. He looked as if he were both crying and laughing. "You have already reached this level? How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"
"Twenty-three." Wolf Flute wiped the blood off his face, coldly sneering, "So did the difference between genius and mortal make you desperate?"
"Twenty-three? I am already forty-seven years old," Rain Artist mumbled to himself in shock. "I have paid so much, and have even become a believer and follower of Hyakume. I've spent spent more than a decade to do so. But a person like you, why did you get to this level first?"
"Why?"
Rain Artist raised his head stiffly. He was screaming, ignoring his tragic injury, "I have paid so much!! so much!!!"
"I've already said so," Wolf Flute gave a miserable smile like the wolves, "Because I am a genius."
He hid his own flute where Rain Artist could not see. Wolf Flute's face was dull, and only his fingers were caressing the crack of the flute, but with twitching distress.
Sure enough, too reluctantly.
"Are you?" Rain Artist stared at his eyes, then sneered suddenly as if he had seen the reflection of a man in his pupils. Then he realized and said, "What an honor! I thought the genius had no weakness."
Wolf Flute frowned indifferently, his fingers gently bouncing. The silver wolf shouted under the moonlight and suddenly disappeared! The silver wolf snuck into the air, biting at the enemy's throat.
"Over there!" Rain Artist suddenly threw out an exploding iron. His blood and qi mixed together with the iron in his hand, so that the iron issued a terrible scream. Strong water vapor whistled out from the exploding iron but in the direction the opposite of Wolf Flute!
It was not trying to hit him, but in that moment, Wolf Flute was feeling rage burst from his brain.
The exploding iron was directed towards the white-haired teen who laid unconscious in the corner!
Rain Artist said he found Wolf Flute's weakness. Indeed, he had found it.
Wolf Flute sighed with his eyes closed and waved.
The silver wolf appeared from the air in a flash, and stopped in front of the juvenile. Grains of iron sand instantly crashed into his body. Silver blood burst out as the Wolf King screamed in agony, his eyes becoming crazier.
Wolf Flute's body shook a bit.
The wolf frantically rubbed its four claws, wanting to tear that damn enemy, but another burst of exploding iron hit its body like falling meteorites. Debris flew everywhere as the Wolf King scratched his eyes.
Wolf Flute's body shook again.
"Mr. genius, you should not look over there. You have looked so many times. You are very concerned about him?" Rain Artist laughed in hoarse voice, even laughing until he could not breathe.
He knelt down on the ground, coughing. He was in obvious pain but his voice remained condescending, "No one would believe the Musician of Religious Disciple, who could kill anyone without blinking an eye would care about a child's life? Haha, a genius like you should be a shame among Discipline Musicians!"
"Are you afraid that your bet is wrong?" Wolf Flute's face was gloomy.
"But what if I am winning? It is fate." Rain Artist picked up the instrument in the pool of blood. After experiencing the overclocking load, the instrument which had accompanied him for years rarely ever overheated.
He did not take into account the hot temperature and clenched it, releasing another burst of exploding iron.
Bam!
In the wheelchair, Wolf Flute's body twitched, unable to move.
Rain Artist looked back at his enemy, "It was my luck to meet the fool who bound his life."
Wolf Flute could no longer speak, and lowered his head.
Thick blood dripped from his wheelchair, converging on the ground in a puddle.
"I won," Rain Artist announced in a cold voice.
Sensing its master dying, the Wolf King angrily got up from the ground. Despite the immense trauma to its body, it rushed towards Wolf Flute.
"Three bursts of exploding iron could not solve the problem, the wolf was really too much." Rain Artist frowned and put the clarinet to his lips. The sharp, high-pitched voice caused the fog to spread out. Countless mournful roars synchronized with the terrible performance. The sound was like a long knife painfully scratching the human's eardrums.
In the madness of the fog, the blasting resulted in condensation again--one, two, three... six!
Six bursts of exploding iron released hot red, lethal light that could make anybody's scalp go numb.
Then…Boom!
For a short moment, Rain Artist could not hear anything.
His vision turned dark in front of his eyes, only a vague ray of light could be seen.
He whined bitterly, then lowered his head and looked at his hands--they had been broken by the clarinet's burst. The blood from the broken wrist emerged, dripping down.
He looked up at the moonlight, revealing his torn face, his jaw hanging on his neck, and blood dripping. In the flesh and blood, only one withered eye was blinking.
And the wolf which rushed to him earlier had disappeared without a trace. It had long been dying but had fought until the very last moment.
Rain Artist sharply screamed,"Wolf Flute!!!" He roared, "Wolf Flute!!!"
"The error of the instrument leads to the error of the control, and the error of the control makes the aether uncontrollable. When the aether is out of control, it will bring devastating consequences."
What Wolf Flute said was correct.
Amid Rain Artist's vague roar, a husky voice whispered.
The white-haired teen who had been unconscious opened his eyes, quietly staring at Rain Artist with bloodshot eyes.
"You lost."
He said so.
Feeling faint, it was difficult for Ye Qingxuan to open his eyes. His skull felt like it had been hammered, and was buzzing.
Just the interference of any noise made him dizzy enough to kneel on the ground. The power of musicians was incredible, even if the aftermath was enough to destroy a person's sanity and resistance.
Ye felt that his body was about to break.
At the very beginning, he was hit right in the front by the power that could easily remove the wall which left him about to collapse.
Then, again in the middle of the confrontation between the two musicians, he was in shock over the aftermath. Fortunately, the last shock woke him up. He felt like a nightmare. His internal organs crazily beating each other, but his body did not listen to his call.
He could not move.
"I lost?" Rain Artist looked at him stunned with dismay, looked down at the debris on the ground. He vaguely mumbled, "You did something to my instrument! It was a complete piece!"
"Yeah, you did not notice that there was a part inside missing inside." Ye Qingxuan raised his hand in difficulty. On his fingertip, a slender "reed" reflected the moonlight, illuminating his pupils like flowing water.
"I always felt that it will be too dangerous to return the complete instrument to you, but Wolf Flute said that you would notice it if we destroyed it. So I think, it is still ok to give it back to you." Ye coughed in a low voice and softly laughed, "Just replaced it with a needle spring, it should no problem."
Ye Qingxuan dropped the reed to the ground. The simple movement had already caused him great pain. "We used your original spare part, soaked it in strong acid, then carved a very shallow incision."
The juvenile gestured with two fingers. "It is simply a slight incision. In a rush, people will not notice the sound changes. The only flaw is that the high heat and intense vibrations make it easy to break."
"From the beginning..." Rain Artist staggered, approaching him with his face convulsing. "From the beginning, you have planned that? No, I am the only person knows the defect of Demon of Rain. Only I should know it!"
"Maybe." Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyelids, "Originally, I almost forgot. 'Demon of Rain' is really strong. Whether it is offensive or to impact the environment, it is far more than simple music, but it does not mean that it doesn't have flaws--it can force the extraction of all the heat from the fog as explosive power, which upgrades the small effect of throwing items with destructive lethality. But this means that the load of the instrument is ten times that of other music. Once out of control, all the heat will explode in an instant."
Rain Artist roared, but his chin finally fell to the ground. The blood dripped from his body nonstop. His body was in fast decay, which had already been taken away by the evil God, once again disappeared. He fell to the ground, feeling his vitality quickly leaving him.
If the world was a table for Hyakume, then the so-called believers were just the pepper and salt. Since the pepper on Hyakume's table would soon expire, it only made sense to eat him now!
Eat it up, eat it up!
"No, it should not be like this. I obviously came following your command. Why?" Rain Artist struggled in the pool of blood with his body half broken. He crawled forward with difficulty. His one-eyed vision fell on Ye Qingxuan's body. His eyes glistened. "The body, yes. I need a new body! This is your promise. This is your promise of my reincarnation? I still have hope! I got the approval of God!"
He laughed as if to comfort himself, but only to send an empty voice. In his broken right hand, the last remnants of two fingers tried to hold a leech-like "worm."
He crawled through the pool of blood toward Ye Qingxuan. "The body, give me a new body..."
Ye Qingxuan tried to hold up his body, but was powerless. He smelled the stench from the blood. The fast, rotten Rain Artist had finally clutched his legs, smiling in ecstasy.
"Body, body!"
Ye Qingxuan turned pale, taking out half of the dagger from his sleeve with trembling fingers. It was left behind by Victor to protect him before he died. He did not expect that it would become his last straw.
His arm was trembling and holding the dagger to this evil old man in front of him. But in Rain Artist's eyes, he could not see the fear and frustration, but only joke like contempt and ridicule.
"What do you have in your hand? A toy?" Rain Artist opened his cracked big mouth, as if he were laughing. Then he raised his hands and snapped his fingers. His fingers were broken but the snapping sound was like a hammer hitting Ye Qingxuan's hands.
Crunch!
Ye Qingxuan's wrist suddenly dislocated, and the dagger flew out from his hand and broke into iron pieces in the pool of blood.
"Kid, do not be afraid, and do not resist me." Rain Artist looked at Ye Qingxuan's pupils, laughing with ecstasy, "It will only take a short while to complete the will transfer."
Ye Qingxuan grinded his teeth, heavily breathing, and did not say anything.
He wanted to escape from the back, but the wall behind him made it impossible to escape.
Through the whole process he had only made one mistake--Rain Artist's fighting back before he died.
But because of this mistake, there was no way to be saved.
Rain Artist screamed once again as the cold worm drilled into his left eye, digging out his flesh and blood. And then it stretched out the other end of its suction cup, crawling on Ye Qingxuan's chest, quickly going towards his pupil.
Great, there was a hope for rebirth! Rain Artist was overjoyed. "Do not resist, but accept God's reward. Good boy, we can go together to the peak of the musicians!"
He was happy and incoherent, "Are not you excited? I will always remember you, young man. What is your name? Where are you from?! Why do you not talk? You must be too nervous. It does not matter as I will forgive you. Do you know we are really good friends?
Ye Qingxuan was too terrified to speak. He just looked at Rain Artist's back, like watching the best thing in the world. The longer he was watching, the more he could not help but laugh.
"He is not your good friend," a hoarse voice came from Rain Artist's back which made him shocked.
Rain Artist finally vaguely saw the reflection through Ye Qingxuan's pupil--there was a yellow old dog standing in a pool of blood. Next to the old dog there was a blonde-haired teen looking livid, forced to suppress his fear.
In Rain Artist's sight, the teen raised the iron bar in his hand, which had been used to close the door, raised it really high, and then hit!
"I'm the..!!!!"
Slam!
In Rain Artist's skull appeared a dent, then he fell to the ground. His face was stiff. He gazed up at this crazy teen, whispered to say something, but Victor raised the iron bar, and then...bam!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Rain Artist's skull had become more indented with every blow. His last gaze was full of despair. He said with difficulty, "Wait, I..."
Bang!
Victor delivered the final blow without any facial expression. Blood splattered onto his face, staining his green eyes.
After a crisp sound, there were no more sounds.
Chapter end
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