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Immediately afterwards, Ryunosuke felt his vision being swallowed up by a dazzling light.

"Call..."

Seeing Ryunosuke lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Medea had only made him some protective attire before they came.

Although the excruciating pain from the severed arm caused him to lose his aim, a close-range attack to the waist and abdomen would have been enough to incapacitate him, even if it didn't kill him.

Thinking this, Wang Xiaoming was about to pick up the severed arm that Ryunosuke had thrown down not far away when he heard...

But then he heard a cry of pain. Turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, he saw Ryunosuke in his memory should have been unable to move, struggling to stand up.

Are you some kind of reincarnated cockroach spirit?

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming really wanted to ask that question.

"The pain was so intense I almost died..."

Ryunosuke shakily got up, still spoke in that enthusiastic tone, but the charred yet constantly healing wound on his abdomen gave Wang Xiaoming a sense of foreboding.

Then a pair of iridescent eyes came into his view...

"Holy crap..."

Seeing Ryunosuke's eyes, which evoked a strong sense of déjà vu, Wang Xiaoming's lips twitched uncontrollably. Although he had already learned from Medea that Ryunosuke seemed to possess some incredible trump card, but...

You're going a bit too far with your cheat code! Who's the main character here between us?!

"Sa~ Wang-san..."

A slightly hoarse voice came from beside Wang Xiaoming's ear. Ryunosuke licked his lips, which had become dry from excessive excitement, and his iridescent eyes flashed with an unimaginable fervor.

"Let's have a fun battle!"

Seeing the freak charging at him again, Wang Xiaoming turned and ran without saying a word. In this situation, anyone who tried to fight him head-on would be a fool.

"Are you alright?"

Although Saber was dragged onto the battlefield by the two Black Knights, she still sensed everything that was happening around her.

Seizing a rare opening on the battlefield, Saber returned to Medea's side while keeping a close eye on her opponent's movements, and asked Medea a question.

The question was vague and ambiguous, but Medea still understood Saber's meaning and nodded in response:

"No problem"

Although she didn't know why Medea had such great confidence in Wang Xiaoming, there wasn't enough time for her to raise this question again.

Watching Saber's retreating figure as she once again plunged into the battlefield, Medea chuckled softly.

"He's my man after all."

If you win, greet him with a smile; if you lose, smile even more and die with him.

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Late at night, Ryuudou Temple

A man was running along the path, as if something terrifying was chasing him, glancing back every now and then.

"Huff... huff..."

The heavy, labored breathing, like that of a bellows, was unusually clear in the quiet night.

Suddenly, for some reason, the man stumbled while running. Although he quickly regained his balance, his speed had undoubtedly slowed down considerably.

"Grass!"

Feeling a sudden wave of weakness wash over him, Wang Xiaoming, his face pale, couldn't help but curse under his breath. The consequences of his previous excessive blood loss were now glaringly obvious.

The only saving grace was that the wound on his left arm had begun to scab over, and the emergency Magecraft he had learned from Medea finally worked its magic.

But now is not the time to worry about that.

"Hey, Wang-san ~ why aren't you running anymore?"

The voice coming from behind him was like a persistent Demon, haunting Wang Xiaoming's ears.

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind him, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but turn around and swear:

"Screw you!"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's unconventional answer, Ryunosuke was taken aback at first, then his pupils, which had been shimmering with a multicolored light, suddenly lit up with even greater interest. "I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong person! You're the only one who dares to talk to me like that!"

"You... I..."

Seeing Ryunosuke's reaction, Wang Xiaoming almost spat out blood. He finally managed to catch his breath and had a chance to glance around at his surroundings:

Before they knew it, the two pursuers had arrived at an open area.

Although only faint firelight and a few stars dotting the night sky remained, Wang Xiaoming could still vaguely see the towering mountain gate not far away.

It seems the two have already moved away from the center of the battlefield.

That's fine--

After seeing his location, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The first reason Wang Xiaoming withdrew from the battlefield was to avoid Ryunosuke's sharp edge as soon as possible, but another reason for keeping the battlefield distance was that he didn't want Medea to be distracted.

If Ryunosuke were just an ordinary person, that would be one thing. Under Medea's tutelage, even someone with only a rudimentary understanding of the basics could easily handle things. But...

Looking at the iridescent pupils that even darkness couldn't conceal, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel apprehensive. In his previous life, during his chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) phase, Wang Xiaoming had gone through many different concepts regarding the [Mystic Eyes of Death Perception].

What level of understanding does Ryunosuke truly possess regarding death? Facing Ryunosuke, who possesses the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, can I win this deathmatch?

Wang Xiaoming had no idea how to answer these questions.

Therefore, rather than leaving Medea on the battlefield and distracting her, it would be better to lure Ryunosuke here. Even if they couldn't win, escaping from this open area shouldn't be too difficult.

And...

Seeing the silent Wang Xiaoming, Ryunosuke paid no heed to his thoughts, slightly hunching over and gripping the sharp knife in a reverse grip:

"Wang-san, I'm coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryunosuke's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Seeing Ryunosuke charging towards him, Wang Xiaoming's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

Really--

Just as he expected, in this dim environment, even though the night concealed Ryunosuke's figure, those iridescent eyes were the perfect target!

Wang Xiaoming raised his intact right hand; the hidden hand had been waiting for a long time:

&--

A short, unidentified syllable escaped Wang Xiaoming's lips. The incantation, like a decree, caused the magic permeating the atmosphere to rapidly condense at Wang Xiaoming's fingertips.

--This is Medea's trump card, which she used Magecraft to imprint deep into Wang Xiaoming's memory.

The instant the Magecraft was completed, the spell bullets that separated from the Magecraft, accompanied by a strong wind, engulfed Ryunosuke, who was several steps away, like a sudden rainstorm. Although it did not have the same power as Medea's spell, it should not be underestimated!

After finishing his Magecraft, Wang Xiaoming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although the Magecraft was mostly thanks to Medea, it had also taken a toll on him.

"It's solved... damn it!"

He wanted to look up at his "achievements," but when he did, he saw a pair of iridescent eyes right in front of him.

Impact --

Ryunosuke was already close by, kicked him hard in the abdomen. The pain felt like an explosion, and the intense pain coursed through his brain, causing a buzzing sound in his ears.

The field of vision turned black in an instant.

"Pfft--"

In an instant, a sharp pain in his abdomen, a feeling of weightlessness, and dizziness due to excessive blood loss all crept up his nerves and into Wang Xiaoming's mind, causing his knees to buckle.

"Hey, is that all?"

Looking at Wang Xiaoming kneeling on the ground, Ryunosuke felt like a child who had accidentally broken his toy, a hint of disappointment flashing deep in his eyes.

"Wang... you bastard..."

He raised his head and gritted his teeth to say those words, but halfway through the sentence, his whole body throbbed with pain and his face contorted.

The abdomen, which had been hit hard, felt like it was on fire, but fortunately, there were no broken bones or damaged internal organs. It seemed like everything was alright.

Although he wished he could kill Ryunosuke right now, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but mutter a curse in his heart.

--Did you unlock a genetic lock at the same time you opened your eyes?

Although Ryunosuke was tattered and his exposed skin smelled burnt, he seemed to be able to move around without much trouble.

Wang Xiaoming's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.

Even a full-force attack had no effect...

Hey, you jumping around like that is really hurting my self-esteem, you jerk!

"All of this is thanks to you, Wang-san— "

Perhaps sensing something from Wang Xiaoming's clenched teeth, Ryunosuke's smile was light and bright:

"If it weren't for you, how could I have known that [God] has been watching over me all along!"

Chance--

He wanted to take advantage of Ryunosuke's momentary lapse in attention to escape from Ryunosuke, but a cold touch on his neck made him abandon the idea.

"Let's talk this out!"

Cold sweat trickled down Wang Xiaoming's face from his forehead, and the sharp edge pressed against his neck, like the breath of death, sent a chill down his spine.

Since I'm not a hero, I don't have any thoughts of sacrificing myself.

"There's nothing much to say."

Ryunosuke's voice was like a tender whisper between lovers:

"Wang-san, all you need to do now is quietly become my specimen~"

Ryunosuke's voice made Wang Xiaoming's vision go black for a moment.

"I will definitely avoid your death line carefully and turn you into my proudest creation!"

[Damn Li Liang!!!]

This was the only thought in Wang Xiaoming's mind at that moment, as he felt both his life and his chastity were threatened.

Pfft--

A muffled sound suddenly entered Wang Xiaoming's ears, interrupting his thoughts, and at the same time, the chill on his neck dissipated.

Then Wang Xiaoming looked up and saw that Ryunosuke, who had been standing in front of him, was now pierced through the chest by a silver whip that shone with a metallic luster.

Ryunosuke turned his head, trembling, to look behind him. A figure gradually emerged from the darkness in the direction of Ryuudou Temple's gate. Wang Xiaoming could guarantee that he had never seen anyone more pleasing to the eye than he did now.

--He's practically a god

"It's no use..."

"Scalp! (Slash)"

Before Ryunosuke could finish speaking, another mercury whip flew out from the darkness and cleanly sliced across Ryunosuke's neck.

The next second--

Above the empty neck, blood gushed out!

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Blood splattered everywhere!

Ryunosuke, having lost his head, collapsed to the ground, his body no longer moving.