Chapter 109 Despair Compared to his and Cordeliaâs reputations being smeared, Emrys figured he should seek revenge for Yelena first.
Therefore, how could he possibly let Wilfred go?
Hearing Emrysâ words, Wilfred shuddered. At that moment, he finally understood everything. No wonder heâs so angry. The assassin from Shadow Garden this afternoon is his beloved woman. Iâm in great trouble!
Wilfred uttered fearfully, âMr. Lund, I really didnât know that the assassin from Shadow Garden was your woman. As long as you spare me, Iâll immediately cure her venom. How about that?â
âAre you trying to bargain with me?â
Bang!
Emrys smashed Wilfredâs head against the coffin again.
Wilfred was on the verge of tears. Iâve already said I would help cure his woman. What else is he not satisfied with?Bang!
Yet another slam of Wilfredâs head against the coffin rang out, causing all the colors to drain from his face.
Bang!
Emrys repeated his action.
Finally, Wilfred went on a rampage, and his internal energy surged. Eyes bloodshot, he roared, âEmrys, youâre too much! Without my antidote, that woman is bound to die!â
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!
âAh! Iâm going to kill you!â 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.
×*07 Thu, 25 Chapter 109 Despair +10 pearls However, Emrys remained unfazed and expressionless.
He even voluntarily released Wilfredâs head and took a few steps back, not because he feared Wilfred but because he had another idea in mind.
âDo you know what despair is?â 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 didnât only crush Wilfredâs palm with his attack but also the latterâs confidence.
Their difference in strength was simply insurmountable.
Wilfredâs vigor instantly plummeted. At that moment, a streak of colorful light shot out from his b*dy.
It was the sevenâcolored centipede!
Wilfred had unleashed his trump card.
Emrys slightly narrowed his eyes. When the sevenâcolored 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 sevenâcolored centipede screeched and flew back into Wilfredâs b*dy.
By then, Wilfred was already shocked to his core. He widened his eyes at Emrys and said, âY- Youâre not a martial artist. Youâre a fâfriar!â
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 couldnât get close to them.
0717 Thu, 25 Jan L Chapter 109 Despair +10 pearls However, beyond the level of Manifestor, martial artists became stronger than friars, and that was because of two reasons. First, martial artistsâ physiques were more robust than friars. Second, a Manifestor could unleash their internal energy, which was extremely powerful.
Even in his wildest dream, Wilfred didnât anticipate his opponent to be a friar instead of a martial artist.
No wonder heâs so domineering. The Chalker family really messed with the wrong person this time.
Amidst Wilfredâs astonishment, a pained expression suddenly spread across his face, and his facial features became contorted.
âHow could this be?â 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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