"No!"
Blade leaped forward, bringing the silver blade in his hand down at John.
Golden dragon scales covered John's body. He caught the blade barehanded and casually twisted it.
The hilt slipped from Blade's grasp, and he immediately spun around.
But he was already too late.
Silver covered John's arm. Among the gems on the back of his hand, the green one lit up, freezing Blade in place.
John elegantly, slowly turned the blade around, then removed Blade's sunglasses to admire his face.
He slowly drove the blade into Blade's body.
The edge sliced through flesh, and blood seeped out.
As the pressure increased, part of the blade sank inside.
"You need to savor the taste of death."
John clasped his hands behind his back, perfectly at ease.
He snapped his fingers, and time gradually sped up.
Momentum drove Blade's body farther onto the sword, inch by inch.
The blade emerged from his back. John looked at Jonathan. "Your plan was to fire a shot at me, then show me how stubborn you are?"
"What kills you," Jonathan said gravely, "is often the insignificant thing you overlook."
"Thank you for the lesson." John raised his right hand, and the gems lit up. "But you're still a nuisance, and I don't like nuisances."
"That bullet," Jonathan suddenly said, "wasn't aimed at you."
"Hmm?" John narrowed his eyes.
Jonathan raised his head. "I was aiming at something you were carrying."
"Something you didn't care about."
At those words, John's eyelid twitched violently.
He looked down at his chest.
A pendant hung there, cracked.
Jonathan's hoarse, low voice sounded like the whisper of a Vengeance Devil.
"Tell me, Wizard King, do you have a heart?"
The glass shattered.
The blood inside condensed into crimson chains, winding up his right hand and forcibly pulling