Book 4, 66C
City of Sin
Embracing Fate(3)
âHeisa, what are you trying to do?â Balibali roared, âYou cannot kill Richard, Her Highness ordered it!â
âWhat order?â the ugly barbarian asked with a sneer, âAs long as I kill you both and destroy all traces, whoâll know that I did this?â
Balibali was extremely shocked, âYou... Youâd dare kill me?â
âWhy not? If I didnât, youâd just tattle on me to Mountainsea.â Heisaâs snicker was like two pieces of rusted metal scraping against each other.
âHmph! You want to get Her Highness? Even if I die at your hands, youâll be destroyed if you try to compete on the day!â Having said this, Balibali closed his eyes and resigned himself to death. There would be no surviving at this ruthless murdererâs hands, so at least he would die with dignity.
âWhatâs the use of talking so much? Youâre not a match for me even at your best, wimp! I just have other things to do now and donât want to waste any more time.â Heisa suddenly stretched his foot under Balibaliâs body, flinging him over ten metres away.
In the meanwhile, Richard who was sitting on the ground swayed slightly, a trace of pain flashing on his face. Just the act of trying to move made him feel like his organs were being flipped around. However, his breathing immediately grew steady once more as he leant against the Twin of Destiny, slowly standing up as he glared at Heisa before him.
The terrifying barbarian was almost three metres tall, bent bristles growing on the knotted flesh of his skin. It was obvious with a single look that his forte was pure strength, but that wouldnât have been enough to support his claim of being able to defeat a well-rounded warrior like Balibali.
A faint light shot out of his eyes, revealing the ugly bruteâs secrets. The level 18 barbarianâs body hid a powerful aura of death and corrosion that was only enhanced by a powerful bloodlust picked up over many massacres. People like this normally acted as they wished, unreasonable monsters who could not be bound by laws.
Heisa felt a sudden wave of panic out of nowhere when Richardâs eyes shot out the light, as though all of his secrets had been exposed. He felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him, but couldnât tell where it was coming from. Still, those who killed day and night had their senses clouded by overconfidence and bloodlust. Balibali had physically reacted to Richardâs scanning, but Heisa just frowned while oblivious to the fact that basically all of his cards had been exposed.
âSo youâre that promised person? The tooth of the Beast God really is in your possession...â The barbarian stared at Richard, eyes glowing with brutal excitement.
Richard calmly gripped the Twin of Destiny, âYou want to challenge me as well?â
âChallenge? Hahahaha!â It was as though the fellow had heard the most ridiculous thing in his life, bursting into a manic laughter that wet his eyes.
Heisa seemed to force himself to stop laughing, pointing at Richard with his hand filled with black hairs, âIâm not as foolish as the rest. Heh, Iâve come up with another idea. Iâll kill you and Balibali and stuff the tooth of the Beast God in his hands. That way, it will look like you two perished together. All of your wounds were from him anyway.
âIâm not going to give you any chance to waste time. If others get here, theyâll definitely follow Mountainseaâs words and stop me from killing you. Haha, prepare for death!â
Richard seemed eerily calm, supporting himself with one hand as the other grasped at the last destiny crystal on his body. This was a divine item that could bring about miracles; as long as he could feel its existence, he would never lack courage. However, he definitely wouldnât use it until the very last moment.
Heisa walked towards Richard, âRight, I want to let you see something before you die. That way, your death will be more painful!â
He paused mid-stride and dry heaved, seemingly in great pain as he spat out a little snake covered in yellow slime. The snake was completely black in colour with a pair of transparent wings still pressed into its body, lazily coiling around in the palm of Heisaâs hand and sticking out its tongue repeatedly as crimson beads for eyes surveyed its surroundings in confusion.
The barbarian chuckled, âThis is a viper I found deep inside the Wildpoison Pond. Itâs unbelievably quick, and its poison is amazing. Most powerhouses canât endure a bite. Iâll put it on your corpse when you die, the simplest and best traps. I know the doll is rushing here right now, and she shouldnât be far.
âWell, a bite wonât kill her, but sheâll grow weak enough that I can take her down and ravage her in front of your corpse. I donât want any glory, just to be the father of her first child. Let me tell you one more thing; as long as I take here, sheâll definitely have my child! This is a special power of mine! Isnât this exciting? Donât worry, after Iâm done with her Iâll make it up to you. Iâll use your body too before eating you.â
Watching Heisa who was laughing madly, Richardâs anger faded into a cold serenity, âThis snake of yours looks rare and precious.â
âOf course! To think a kid like you had such a great eye. I nearly lost my life back then to catch. It. Tch, itâs too late for you to beg for your life. Whose fault is it that youâre whatever damned promised person?â
âSuch a pity for it to be gone, then.â Richard suddenly smiled.
âWhat did you say?â Heisa suddenly felt a strong sense of unease, unwittingly taking a step forward. A light breaking sound rang out underneath his foot, startling him into retracting it and gazing downwards.
A pure white flower had been crushed under his large foot. However, the moment he saw it the barbarian felt his heart stop for a moment. He knew very well that there were few flowers in the wasteland even when there wasnât a drought.
More wild flowers suddenly appeared in his field of vision, blossoming up from the ground with a strong aura of life that left him feeling a sharp pain in his body. Time seemed to slow down in that moment. A voice roared a warning in his mind, but his reaction was incomparably slow.
âYou talk too much,â a quiet voice rang by his ear.
Heisaâs bestial eyes immediately landed on the little snake in his hands. Green light was flickering on its body as it rolled around in great suffering, mouth open wide to reveal a dark green liquid condensing at the tip of its fangs.
He could feel the potency of the life energy twined around the little snakeâs body. There was a trace of mysterious moonforce within that amplified the life aura a hundredfold, surpassing even that of a divine spell!
The third sword of Silvermoon, Devout Prayer. The power of the jade moon surpassed most divine spells in terms of healing, but this power was completely antithetical to a creature who lived off the power of death and corrosion. The little snake cried out like a little child, quickly turning into a puddle of black water in Heisaâs hands.
The threads of green moonforce didnât let go even then, weaving in and out as they boiled the black water to clear it of the toxins. All that was left was completely harmless liquid. The powerful healing of the jade moon also transmitted into its purification ability.
âNOOOOO!â
Heisa immediately charged towards Richard, large hands raised as he swatted towards Richardâs head. The simple attack left Richard suffocated without the space to dodge. Winds of corrosion started blowing out as Heisa exhibited his true strength, trying to overwhelm with force. This was a strength that far surpassed Balibaliâs.
There was no way to run, so Richard didnât even try. He instead looked up, blowing a translucent flame in Heisaâs direction. The whirling winds of death could not obstruct this wisp at all, failing to even deflect it. Heisaâs brows furrowed as he expelled an inky black gas from his arms with a cry, forcefully smashing apart the near-invisible flame.
*Rumble!* The wisp immediately scattered but most of the sparks stuck to Heisaâs body, especially his fist. The sparks began to blaze the moment they made contact, the steel-like body unable to stop pits from forming in his skin. The flames continued to dig in, almost all of the skin on his right hand burnt to nothingness before the fire started on his flesh.
The powerful barbarian had never expected the flames to be so terrifying. Still, as someone with ample battle experience, he immediately started pounding his fists into the ground as energy surged out of his pores, crazily consuming the flames. With the help of the surging black winds, he finally managed to put them out.
Heisa then stood up, sweat pouring down his face as his expression turned incomparably grim. It had taken more than ten times the energy he had expected to use to consume the flames, practically a third of his reserves wiped out in one shot. He glared at Richard who had been sent flying, currently lying on the ground a dozen metres away without the strength to stand.