Clang!
Clang clang clang!!
Ramon's narrow eyes were cold.
He kept swinging his arms, clashing with the bronze staff. The claws, sharp enough to easily tear through steel plates, emitted a terrifying shriek, like a black net swooping down on the bastard.
Gilan remained expressionless, slowly retreating while wielding his staff, swiftly exchanging blows with the claws—blocking, deflecting, parrying...
The ear-piercing vibrations and incessant clanging were deafening.
Suddenly.
Gilan seized the brief opening when Ramon withdrew his hand and suddenly lashed out with his staff!
With a whoosh.
The bluish-gray staff flashed past in several afterimages, followed by a few muffled thuds as the blunt tip of the staff struck Ramon's thick arms and thighs in succession.
Ramon was startled at first, but then realized he felt no pain, so he continued to swing his claws.
But the next second...
He had just raised his hand when he froze.
My entire arm started trembling uncontrollably!
He tried to take a step, but found he couldn't lift his legs!
"?!"
Ramon was taken aback by the stiffness in his body.
Immediately, he saw Gilan turn his cane around and tap the other man's right arm lightly.
Snap!
Gilan's right arm was struck by the mysterious trajectory of the " Gemini Sword," causing his muscles to twitch and unlock even greater power. At the same time, he unleashed the " Skull-Melting " technique, causing his entire arm to bulge and his muscles to bulge exaggeratedly.
Ugh!!
The bronze staff spun around once, and the hammer-like head was flung out by Gilan with his right hand, producing a loud crack.
BOOM!!
The heavy blow landed squarely on Ramon's wolf-faced side!
"Puff--"
Ramon's wolf head lolled to the side, spitting out blood and broken teeth. His entire body flew several meters sideways before tumbling to the ground.
Swish!
But almost the instant he landed, Ramon sprang back up and stood up again.
He clenched his teeth, his nose wrinkled from the pain. Blood mixed with saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"Damn it..."
Ramon glanced warily at the blond youth's bronze cane.
He had absolutely no idea what secret technique the illegitimate son had used to temporarily deprive him of control over his body.
That blow still left him dizzy, his vision blurred, and half his face burning with pain.
BOOM!!
A hole burst open in the lawn at Gilan's feet, sending grass clippings and dirt flying everywhere.
He then blurred past, rushing towards Ramon in the blink of an eye.
With a cold expression, he raised his staff and launched a fierce attack!
Clang clang clang clang!!
The afterimages of black and blue were incredibly fast.
The sparks flew out in a violent collision, like two circular saws colliding.
Several more muffled thuds followed. Ramon, who had been hit several times, felt as if his arms were rusty and stuck.
The sharp claws that were about to touch the blond youth's cheek stopped just centimeters away, unable to advance an inch.
Ramon's pupils contracted sharply.
The blond youth, who was standing close by, grinned menacingly and suddenly delivered a powerful kick!
BOOM!!
Ramon let out a howl and was sent flying backward.
He crashed heavily onto the lawn, slid seven or eight meters, and then smashed through the wooden fence, looking utterly disheveled.
However, just as Gilan was about to rush over and smash the guy to death with a hammer.
"Awoo!!"
A low, guttural wolf howl sounded from his side.
Gilan narrowed his eyes, not even looking, and swung his cane to the right.
call--
Clang!!
A huge, gray-black figure swept past, its dagger-like fangs clashing against the cane with a crisp sound. A large mouth, like an iron clamp, gripped Gilan's cane tightly.
"Um?"
Gilan looked at the giant wolf, which was the size of a lion, and tried to pull back his cane, but found that it wouldn't budge.
The giant wolf's strength was actually comparable to his!
The giant wolf that appeared out of nowhere had a peculiar appearance.
It had no eyes; instead, it had a Gray Scar branded in the shape of an "X," which was burning and spewing sparks. The hair all over its body stood up like flames, swaying and radiating high temperature.
Gilan gripped the Cane of Justice with taut fingers, wrestling with the giant wolf.
He frowned and turned his head to look to one side.
An elderly man dressed in a dark red suit was slowly walking towards them.
The man had white hair combed back and a faint smile on his face.
" Maxwell Farhan?"
Gilan quickly realized something and uttered the name of the contemporary Earl of Franz.
"It's me." The old count stopped ten meters away and nodded.
He glanced at the werewolf kneeling on the lawn not far away, coughing up blood, then turned his gaze back to the blond youth and said:
"You must be Gilan Iros?"
Gilan did not answer, responding coldly.
The old count sighed.
" Ramon met your mother Amanda when he was young, but abandoned you and your child while you were pregnant... Now he has brought you back for the ' Shared Feast Ritual,' to have you replace the eldest son Prince as a sacrifice."
"This is so unfair to you."
"I would be angry too, kid."
Gilan remained expressionless, completely ignoring the question, and instead asked:
"You're also a ' Burden Scar One'? With two ' Gray Scar,' it seems you hold a high position in the ' Heavenly Bane Cult,' even higher than Loben Fasol."
"There's no distinction of rank; they're all ' Gray Scar Priest.' They're just a bit more senior."
The old count seemed to enjoy chatting with Gilan, appearing quite patient.
He smiled kindly, shook his head, and said again:
"You're interested in the cult? I can arrange a ' Scar-Imprinting Ritual ' just for you, with witnesses... Once you become one of us, Ramon won't be able to use you for the ' Shared Feast Ritual ' anymore."
The last person to say that to me is dead.
Gilan said calmly.
"But I'm curious, why don't you do that for Prince?"
He's not qualified.
The old count said regretfully.
Not everyone is as good as you, child.
Gilan gave a cold laugh.
He unleashed the " Skull-Melting " technique, his right arm bulging out to increase his strength. With a hissing sound, he forcefully pulled the cane from the giant wolf's mouth.
"Waaah..."
The giant wolf let out a low growl, baring its teeth and looking ferocious.
Gilan glanced at it indifferently.
Whoosh!
He flicked his cane and planted it on the ground.
"Even if I don't join you, what can Ramon do to me?"
Gilan grinned.
"Furthermore, old count, you'd better stay at the manor, ha..."
He gripped the brim of his hat and said something pointed.
After saying that, he picked up his cane, turned around, and left.
Gilan remained expressionless, knowing full well that Earl Maxwell's strength surpassed that of ordinary " Burden Scar Ones," as evidenced by his ability to summon a giant wolf.
With Ramon also present, Gilan was outnumbered three to one and wasn't entirely confident of victory.
I had no choice but to leave and look for another opportunity.
As Gilan's upright figure disappeared into the distance.
Ramon limped over to the old count's side.
He had now returned to human form, but his left cheek and chest were covered in wounds, from which blood was still flowing.
Why not leave him here?
Ramon asked in a deep voice as he wiped away the blood.
"Keep him?" The old count glanced at his son. "What can I offer him to keep him here?"
"Heh, you think he went all out...?"
Upon hearing this, Lord Ramon was taken aback at first, then his face turned extremely ugly.
He still can't understand why this illegitimate son has such terrifying strength, even the old count wasn't confident he could defeat him.
After today's showdown, the two sides will inevitably fight to the death.
The thought of this unstable, illegitimate son, who could harm him, his wife, or his children at any moment, filled Ramon with an indescribable sense of unease.
"I'll stay for a maximum of two more months."
The old count sighed.
"You'd better get this sorted out in the next two months."