You Don't Fight Fair

Chapter 30: You Don't Fight Fair

"Hahahaha. It's started, it's finally started! The most perfect masterpiece is about to be born!"

Inside the laboratory deep within the mountain range, Charles was practically plastered against the display screen. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Dikas and Diri, who were confronting each other on the screen, and he licked the image of the two like a pervert.

The experiments that had taken over a decade were finally nearing their conclusion. The excitement of the imminent birth of the most perfect 'creature' had driven Charles into a state of madness.

"Number Three, Number Four, proceed to the experimental site immediately. Once the experiment is concluded, bring back my most perfect masterpiece intact."

The next second, Charles's head twisted into a bizarre arc as he turned to address Number Three and Number Four in the corner. The madness in Charles's eyes, especially when he looked at Number Four, made it tremble. It knew that its failure in the previous mission had already displeased Charles.

If it failed again this time, even though it was one of Charles's only two successful experimental subjects, it would be ruthlessly discarded as a failure, its value completely squeezed out before its soul was extracted to become a test subject.

"Yes, Lord Charles!"

"Yes!"

Thinking of the consequences of becoming a failure, especially with Lord Charles's most perfect masterpiece about to be born, Number Four dared not hesitate. It responded immediately and walked over to Number Three, who stood like a machine. The next second, a flash of light enveloped them, and Number Three and Number Four vanished from the laboratory.

Charles paid no attention to the disappearing Number Three and Number Four. He simply turned his head back to the screen, where the two were already engaged in a fierce battle. The sight of them fighting like wild beasts, abandoning all technique and tearing each other apart, brought a pathological flush to Charles's face.

Time rewinded a few minutes earlier, to the Underground Kingdom of the Giant Rat Tribe.

After understanding Dikas's intentions, Diri fell silent. The dark energy on his hands grew increasingly potent. Everything around them seemed to fall into a deathly stillness, and the air began to solidify.

Suddenly, a short sword appeared in Diri's hand. The silver-white blade shimmered, and the light reflecting off it caused Dikas's eyes to narrow instinctively. In that instant, Diri lunged forward, the short sword aimed directly at Dikas's heart.

Bang!

In a flash, the sparks from the collision of the blade and claws illuminated the pitch-black room for a moment. Both saw the calmness hidden beneath the other's frenzy. If Dikas outwardly displayed his frenzy while remaining calm internally, Diri suppressed his frenzy within, only revealing it in the instant of attack.

"Heh!"

The next second, Dikas's mouth split open, and his neck elongated as he lunged to bite at Diri's head. At the critical moment, Diri's calm eyes showed no panic. In an instant, he grabbed Dikas's claw with his left hand and raised his sword with his right to block above his head.

Crack!

Instantly, the short sword caught by Dikas shattered, its fragments scattering like arrows. However, using the short sword to block Dikas for that brief, less-than-a-second moment, Diri merged into the shadows and reappeared not far away.

The moment Diri emerged from the shadows, the surrounding shadows began to twist and writhe, transforming into spears that lunged towards Diri's body.

"Shadow Armor!"

Facing the sudden onslaught, the Magic Elements within Diri began to flow wildly. The shadow beneath his feet instantly detached from the ground, forming a suit of pitch-black armor that completely encased Diri's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The instant the Shadow Armor formed, a barrage of sounds like raindrops echoed in Diri's ears. His body was sent flying backward by the impact, crashing heavily into the wall and embedding himself within it. Cracks spread outwards from his body like a spiderweb.

Boom!

"Cough cough!"

The next second, the entire wall collapsed. Diri, lying on the ground, struggled to get up. The mask on his face had vanished, and large amounts of blood splattered onto the ground with his coughs.

"Diri, stop struggling. We are destined to become one. Come! Let us become the 'most perfect' creature!"

Across from him, Dikas, whose body had grown to nearly three meters, approached Diri step by step. His towering form stood before Diri like a mountain. Dikas's face bore a look of pathological, frenzied delight as he extended his arm towards Diri below him.

"Dream on!"

Diri struggled to lift his head. Even kneeling on the ground, his face showed no sign of surrender.

"Futile, useless struggle!"

Dikas looked at Diri with a sneer. The moment Diri became an experimental subject, he was destined to become his nourishment. Dikas had adapted to the ancient human hero's bloodline gene, rendering Diri's ancient hero's strongest corrosive and devouring abilities useless against him.

Furthermore, Dikas possessed shadow manipulation abilities, and he was even stronger than Diri. Under his control, Diri had lost the ability to manipulate any shadows except his own.

As for everything else, whether it was his Magic Element reserves or his modified body, Dikas could easily crush Diri, who was still just a human. The outcome of this battle had long been decided.

Squelch!

"Cough!"

The next second, Diri suddenly felt a black shadow flash before his eyes. An intense pain shot through his chest, and large amounts of blood uncontrollably gushed from his mouth. Diri lowered his head in disbelief, only to see a black, scaled giant tail piercing through his chest.

"You... you don't fight fair."

Diri weakly raised a finger, trembling, and pointed at Dikas, who stood before him with a cold smirk. He had used Diri's words to distract him and then launched a sneak attack.

"Fairness? That's just a boring concept for you humans."

Dikas casually flicked his tail, pulling it out of Diri's body. He looked disdainfully at Diri, who lay on the ground filled with unwillingness to die. He was a monster, the King of the Giant Rat Tribe. How could human concepts restrict him?

"Naive human."

Looking at Diri on the ground, still twitching and struggling to get up, Dikas slowly raised his left foot. The next second, bright red blood splattered.