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"Impossible..."
The searing pain from his waist did nothing to conceal Vattler's shock. Lying in a crater riddled with cracks, he still had not truly processed it. He had already been defeated...
It was not as though Vattler had never lost before. A few days ago, he had lost in his battle with Wu Yan as well, and just as miserably as he had now.
But back then, Wu Yan had at least summoned the familiars upon which vampires depended for survival—such powerful familiars, at that. So Vattler had not been depressed by that defeat. Instead, he had been delighted. Even though he had great confidence in his own strength, compared to that, he preferred having someone like Wu Yan to help him pass the time.
But this time, Vattler could no longer keep his composure, because he had lost without understanding why...
Allowing his broken spine to slowly recover on its own, Vattler forced himself upright and painfully raised his head. He looked at Wu Yan, who stood before him with a spear in hand, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"That spear..."
Seeing Vattler's once handsome face ruined by spurting blood and a baffled expression, Wu Yan looked down at him for a moment before raising the crimson spear in his hand.
"It is called Imagine Breaker!"
"Imagine... Breaker?..."
"That's right!" Wu Yan gently stroked the spear shaft and explained softly, "As its