Along the broad, indistinct street, paving stones shattered as Drink plowed a forty- to fifty-meter-long "furrow" through them!
His body rolled and bounced across the ground like a toy, his armor clanging and clattering as it struck and scraped against the stones.
At last, he collapsed on the ground and lay motionless.
"That should finally quiet him down... hmm?"
Chen Lun was about to look away when he suddenly saw Drink's fingers twitch. Then Drink shakily stood up again.
He can still stand after being injured that badly...
He felt some admiration for the man, who had taken a blow from his wings in Extreme State without passing out.
Clarity returned to Drink's eyes, but they revealed excruciating pain.
"Damn... it! Let me go... I... don't want to fight anymore!"
His voice was weak, but his body remained beyond his control. After climbing out of the pit, he walked toward Chen Lun, step by step.
Clack!
Clack!
His heavy greaves struck the ground, each step leaving a pool of blood.
"That's a cursed necklace... Drink told me about it. Once he puts on that armor, he's plunged into endless combat. Even if he refuses to fight and his body is broken, the armor forces its wearer to keep fighting."
Akbin spoke flatly.
"That's also why he's always been reluctant to use it. But this time, for some reason..."
Bang!
Drink suddenly stomped forward and charged again, blood continually spurting through the gaps in his armor. The intense pain drew a muffled grunt from him.
Chen Lun narrowed his eyes.
Hum!
In a flash, he appeared right in front of Drink and pressed a gleaming black palm against his helmet. The Silver Sword in his other hand reverted to a cane, parried two punches, and then pointed lightly.
"Polymorph."
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