Hiss, hiss!
The corrosive attack of a formal Warlock caused everything nearby—soil, rocks, trees—to rot away, turning into pools of viscous liquid. A foul stench spread through the air, instantly transforming the surroundings into swampy terrain.
Yet within this artificial swamp, a figure rose to his feet.
"Using a dispersal technique... Not bad, kid..."
A mocking laugh rang out.
"Impossible! Even a formal Warlock, after being hit by my Corrosive Arrow, shouldn't possibly..." Charlemagne's voice was filled with utter terror.
The next moment, he saw the pitch-black figure charge out of the swamp. With a flick of his hand, a palm supple and boneless lashed toward him in a killing strike!
"Block it!"
Bloodlight exploded around Charlemagne, forming a scarlet robe around his body.
But this time, the bird-beak-shaped hand tore straight through the illusory blood-red robe and landed on Charlemagne's body.
Puff!
A gaping hole opened in his chest, revealing the faint glimpse of a bright-red, beating heart.
With a single move, Charlemagne was heavily wounded!
Aaron stood where he was, the dense black snake scales covering his right hand slowly receding.
His clothes were tattered, and through the tears, equally black scales could faintly be seen beneath.
—Snake Scale Technique!
"So this is the strength of a rank-one Warlock? Too weak..."
A look of deep disappointment appeared on Aaron's face. "Originally... I thought you'd be able to give me more fun..."
"Cough, cough!"
Charlemagne wanted to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he could only spit out great clots of bloody filth. "You won... but do you think... you can take everything... Dream on! You should know... what I'm best at... is still the school of curses!"
Charlemagne dipped a finger in blood and pressed it against the tattoo on his cheek.
Crack, crack!
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