The instant their eyes met, Lanarvus suddenly bent over and rolled forward.
when!
A tarot card depicting Angel and a trumpet, like a flying knife, was sharply embedded in the sewer wall, its height exactly level with Lanarvus's neck.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Lanius nimbly dodged the three cards that came his way with Lanarvus, a side leap, or a lunge, sending them crashing against the wall, the stone slabs, and the cement with a metallic clang.
At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man wearing Clown mask following closely behind, not much slower than himself, holding a thick stack of cards in one hand and dealing cards skillfully with the other.
The Sun, now bearing facial features, appeared on the paper. Lanarvus braced his left hand against the wall, leaping into the air and changing direction dramatically.
Just then, he heard a whooshing sound, and a sudden, sharp pain shot through his ankle!
Two cards were dealt? One was slightly delayed, and it was aimed precisely in the direction I was dodging? Could he predict my movements? Lanarvus felt a chill run down his spine, and as soon as he landed, he endured the pain and rolled over again.
when!
In his original spot, another tarot card was placed, a tarot card that was constantly trembling.
Only then did Lanarvus notice a playing card deeply embedded in his right ankle, the depiction of stars, water bottles, and holy water stained crimson.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lanarvus had no chance to think about or treat his injuries. One tarot card after another transformed into sharp throwing knives, shooting towards different parts of his body.
Soon, the injuries to his right foot and left chest, the lingering effects of the empty hole in his chest and abdomen, and the previous collision that had brought him to his Demigod level made Sequence 9, the " Marauder," who was known for his speed and agility, begin to slow down.
Thud! He knocked a playing card away, but it cut a deep gash on his wrist, from which blood continued to flow.
The Nighthawks and military personnel would catch up soon; there was no time to lose! At this moment, Lanarvus was perfectly clear-headed.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, no longer dodging, and was struck squarely in the neck by a card depicting the " Devil ".
Almost instantly, the playing cards stuck in his body were flung away, and the gruesome wounds on his neck, right chest, wrist, and ankle began to writhe wildly with blood, sprouting one grotesque bud after another!
On Lanarvus's skin, countless tiny bumps suddenly appeared, their iron-colored surface resembling a full suit of armor.
Clang! A tarot card shot towards them, only to be deflected by the fine bumps.
With bloodshot eyes, Lanarvus looked at the Clown opposite him who had stopped moving and put away his cards, and said with a half-smile and a half-mockery:
"Regardless, after being tormented by the gods like this, there must have been some gains."
Before he finished speaking, he pushed off with his left foot, leaped across the flowing, filthy river, and pounced on the enemy on the other side.
Klein, wearing the " Clown " mask, dodged to the side as if he had expected it, then pulled his left hand out of his pocket, clenched it into a fist, and shot it like a cannonball toward Lanarvus's temple.
Bang!
Lanarvus swung his elbow to the side, raising his forearm, and accurately countered his opponent's fist.
The violent force surged forth like a torrent, and Klein was suddenly pulled along, his steps faltering.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
One crisp, explosive sound after another rang in Klein's ears, and punches, each heavier and faster than the last, kept appearing in his vision.
He seemed to have forgotten to maintain his balance, and with a stumble, he fell to the side, then rolled away, using his left elbow for support.
Snap! Bang! Bang!
Lanarvus punched and kicked with incredible speed and force. Klein was nearly hit several times, but he always managed to dodge with his exaggerated balance and illogical movements. He was sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ground, as if he were performing acrobatics.
He remained remarkably calm and composed, showing no signs of impatience, as if he had made up his mind to delay the battle as much as possible until the Nighthawks and military personnel caught up.
But if Lanarvus shows any sign of trying to escape, he will relentlessly pursue him, giving him no chance.
Snap!
Lanarvus's punch forced Klein to bounce off the wall and become an aerial acrobat, while Lanius himself turned without hesitation and fled into another passage.
Klein touched the ground with his toes, his body about to shoot out like a cannonball, heading straight for Lanarvus's back.
In that instant, a scene suddenly flashed into his mind:
" Lanarvus, as if boneless, forcibly twisted his upper body and punched him."
This is the Clown's gut feeling!
Without hesitation or doubt, Klein proactively reduced the amount of power he could muster.
With a snap, he still lunged forward, but with far less strength than expected.
Snap!
Amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound, Lanarvus didn't move his legs, but suddenly twisted his upper body back, facing directly backward with his toes pointing forward.
In this horrifying scene, Lanarvus lunges forward with a punch, slamming it into Klein's head with such force that the air itself seems to explode.
boom!
His fist struck empty air, still twenty or thirty centimeters away from Klein's face.
The gust of wind ruffled Klein's hair, but instead of using this opportunity to attack his enemy, he uttered a low, hoarse Ancient Hermes:
"Crimson!"
The talisman? Lanarvus's forehead twitched, and he immediately lunged to the side, trying to dodge.
But at this moment, Klein did not throw out the talisman. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lanarvus.
He also lunged to the side, rolling around as well, and the distance between them increased only slightly.
Was he Deceit me? The thought had barely crossed Lanarvus's mind when he clearly saw the Clown's upturned lips and the dark red flame that had somehow ignited in his left fist.
This... Lanarvus's gaze froze instantly.
A soft crackling sound reached his ears, and a deep sense of tranquility instantly filled the air, enveloping both Klein and him.
What did he want to do? He wanted to affect two people simultaneously so that the Nighthawks and military personnel could arrive later... Lanarvus's eyelids drooped heavily, and the exhaustion and weakness he had suppressed earlier began to fight back frantically.
He struggled to stay awake, trying to rely on his body's current special abilities to force himself through the most intense phase of the deep sleep.
Klein offered no resistance and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
However, when he falls asleep unnaturally, he will instinctively stay awake!
This is what makes him unique in his fight against " Spirit Channeling " and " Dream Divination "!
This was the only thing that allowed him to escape with his life from Madam Shermane!
In the previous battle, after his card throwing knife proved ineffective, he immediately took out the " Sleeping Charm," gripped it tightly in his palm, and waited for an opportunity to use it, an opportunity to influence both himself and his enemy!
In just a moment, he broke free from the unusual rationality of his dream, and his eyes clearly reflected the swaying Lanarvus.
Whoosh! Klein suddenly became extremely calm, as if there was only a target in front of him.
He took a deep breath, twisted his waist and back, pulled his shoulders, and thrust his fist forward with all his might!
Bang! Snap!
His fist struck Lanarvus hard in the throat, producing the sound of bones shattering and the effect of blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
Lanarvus took two steps back and pressed himself against the wall.
The intense pain finally broke him out of his slumber, but the fine, iron-colored bumps on his body completely disappeared.
After Klein landed his punch, his left hand reached into his pocket and pulled out two playing cards.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two tarot cards were inserted into one of Lanarvus's eyes, and blood-red liquid instantly flowed down.
Lanarvus actually endured the pain without letting out a shrill scream. He lunged forward, ready to struggle with all his might!
Klein did not follow up with an attack; as if anticipating this, he turned his body to the side and took a step back.
Immediately afterward, taking advantage of the moment when Lanarvus lunged into empty space, he rushed behind his opponent in two steps, grabbed him with both hands, and wrapped them around the enemy's neck.
Snap!
Klein used his arms to twist Lanarvus neck and snapped it!
After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at the other person.
With his eyes, still holding the playing cards, limp and lifeless, Lanarvus slowly collapsed. At the same time, he asked, in a very confused and broken voice:
"Why..."
"You want to... kill... me..."
Wearing Clown mask, Klein stared at his enemy and replied rather indifferently:
"For no reason."
"No..." Lanarvus's eyes widened, and he collapsed onto the sewer floor, unable to find peace, until his breath finally dissipated.
Just then, Klein seemed very calm, suddenly stepped forward, tensed his right leg, and kicked out with all his might, striking Lanarvus in the head.
Bang!
The already mangled and shattered neck could no longer withstand the pressure. Lanarvus's head flew off like a ball, crashing heavily against the wall, leaving a trail of red and white marks!
Klein watched this scene and suddenly bent over.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Hahahaha.
He chuckled maniacally, the Clown mask on his face radiating pure joy.
Those upturned corners of her mouth, that bright red nose, that pale face—she looked so happy.
"Haha, haha... hahaha..." Klein laughed so hard he could barely breathe, his laughter sounding even worse than crying.
After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened up, winked his left eye at the darkest part of the sewer, and then, with a slight upturn of his lips, muttered to himself:
"Team leader..."
"Look, we've saved Loen again..."
Drop after drop of liquid silently slid down and landed on his collar.
At that moment, he felt his " Clown " Potion completely digested.
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