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Chapter 109
Chapter 109
Chapter 109 Despair
Compared to his and Cordelia’s reputations being smeared, Emrys figured he should seek revenge for
Yelena first.
Therefore, how could he possibly let Wilfred go?
Hearing Emrys‘ words, Wilfred shuddered. At that moment, he finally understood everything. No
wonder he’s so angry. The assassin from Shadow Garden this afternoon is his beloved woman. I’m in
great trouble!
Wilfred uttered fearfully, “Mr. Lund, I really didn’t know that the assassin from Shadow Garden was your
woman. As long as you spare me, I’ll immediately cure her venom. How about that?”
“Are you trying to bargain with me?”
Bang!
Emrys smashed Wilfred’s head against the coffin again.
Wilfred was on the verge of tears. I’ve already said I would help cure his woman. What else is he not
satisfied with?Bang!
Yet another slam of Wilfred’s head against the coffin rang out, causing all the colors to drain from his
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Bang!
Emrys repeated his action.
Finally, Wilfred went on a rampage, and his internal energy surged. Eyes bloodshot, he roared, “Emrys,
you’re too much! Without my antidote, that woman is bound to die!”
Wilfred was a martial artist, after all. He had tried to be nice, but Emrys was relentless in his
humiliation, so how could he possibly endure further?
Even if Emrys was stronger than him, Wilfred was ready to fight to the death.
However, the answer he received was another shove of his head.
Bang!
“Ah! I’m going to kill you!” Wilfred screamed bloody murder.
His power as a martial artist burst forth entirely, causing every hair on his b*dy to bristle as if he had
been struck by lightning.
His immense wrath was evident from his appearance.
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However, Emrys remained unfazed and expressionless.
He even voluntarily released Wilfred’s head and took a few steps back, not because he feared Wilfred
but because he had another idea in mind.
“Do you know what despair is?” Emrys asked monotonously.
Then, he waited silently for Wilfred to muster his power to the limit before throwing a punch
forward.
Boom!
Wilfred fell to the ground vomiting blood.
Emrys thought, What is despair? It is when I allow you to exhibit the full extent of your power before I
shatter what you take the most pride in with a casual punch.
Emrys didn’t only crush Wilfred’s palm with his attack but also the latter’s confidence.
Their difference in strength was simply insurmountable.
Wilfred’s vigor instantly plummeted. At that moment, a streak of colorful light shot out from his b*dy.
It was the seven–colored centipede!
Wilfred had unleashed his trump card.
Emrys slightly narrowed his eyes. When the seven–colored centipede was about to bite him, he
suddenly spat out an ancient cyan seal from his mouth. The seal hit the centipede with a smacking
sound.
The seven–colored centipede screeched and flew back into Wilfred’s b*dy.
By then, Wilfred was already shocked to his core. He widened his eyes at Emrys and said, “Y- You’re
not a martial artist. You’re a f–friar!”
Martial artists focused on condensing their internal energy. During the early phase of their training, they
mainly refined their physical strength, and only after they became a Manifestor grandmaster could they
release their internal energy to kill people from a distance.
A friar was different. ent.
Friars were proficient in utilizing various magical techniques and spells from the beginning, having
strength comparable to a martial arts grandmaster.
The two had different cultivation systems.
A martial artist below the Manifestor level was far weaker than a friar because a friar could utilize all
kinds of magical techniques and spells so martial artists couldn’t get close to them.
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However, beyond the level of Manifestor, martial artists became stronger than friars, and that was
because of two reasons. First, martial artists‘ physiques were more robust than friars. Second, a
Manifestor could unleash their internal energy, which was extremely powerful.
Even in his wildest dream, Wilfred didn’t anticipate his opponent to be a friar instead of a martial artist.
No wonder he’s so domineering. The Chalker family really messed with the wrong person this time.
Amidst Wilfred’s astonishment, a pained expression suddenly spread across his face, and his facial
features became contorted.
“How could this be?” Wilfred howled.
At that moment, he felt as if hundreds of insects were gnawing at his bones, and the flesh on his b*dy
rapidly shriveled up as though his blood was being drained.
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