Chapter 165 - Chapter 165: Chapter 158: The Forbidden Rare Artifact "Chains of Reversal (2/2)

Viscount Garcia calculated the time silently within the depths of his heart, thirty seconds swiftly passed—that was the “Chains of Reversal” duration!

Information gap!

He knew when the “Chains of Reversal” would expire, while Chris was utterly unaware, and this moment could decide victory or death!

Battle Skill 15, “Charging Force”!

As the “Chains of Reversal” expired, Viscount Garcia suddenly charged forward.

His arms spread wide, his expression incredibly cold, like a demon’s embrace, releasing a sky full of invisible Wind Blades to the greatest extent!

And Chris, not knowing when the “Chains of Reversal” would end, his body uncontrollably lunged forward, and it was too late to dodge perfectly!

One after another, the invisible Wind Blades came at him, and even as Chris tried to dodge as best as he could, bursting with incredible speed, he was still slashed by one of the invisible Wind Blades, severing his left arm!

His face was expressionless as blood spurted wildly from the severed arm!

“The victor is decided!”

Unable to contain himself, Viscount Garcia burst into maniacal laughter, admiring Chris’s exquisite skills and superb agility. Had it not been for the Forbidden rare artifact, he might not have been able to win.

Then he reached out his hand, intending to kill Chris immediately.

Despite losing a lot of blood, Chris remained calm with a dagger in his single hand, planning to release the Fire of Sin and use the Eyes of Conviction.

He was convinced he could turn the tables on his enemy in the next moment.

Suddenly, a wooden arrow shot from afar with alarming speed, exceedingly sharp!

Viscount Garcia hadn’t even reacted before the arrow pierced his waist, and he suddenly felt the seeds within the arrow taking root and sprouting in his flesh, rapidly corrupting his flesh and blood!

“Damn it!”

Immediately assessing the situation, Viscount Garcia realized that if he didn’t find a place to deal with the effects of the arrow, he would surely die within minutes!

Hundreds of meters away, a stunning emerald elf stood there, slowly lowering her bow, her gaze calm.

She was Elf March, a powerful ally the Fischer family had hidden for years. Had Chris not been in crisis, she might not have chosen to act.

At that moment, Viscount Garcia saw his brother Andrew fall again, devoid of any signs of life.

“Andrew!”

Viscount Garcia roared in madness and extreme grief. Although Andrew was always foolish, he was undoubtedly an important family member to him.

Then, to his utter astonishment, he saw the expressionless young man before him regenerating his severed arm at a visibly fast rate under some healing power!

“How is this possible!”

Viscount Garcia was incredibly shocked, unable to believe it—that healing power was undoubtedly terrifying, and basically, only the Forbidden rare artifact or a Monarch Level healing-type Spellcaster could achieve such a feat!

He took a long look at his cousin Gus lying on the ground, eyes wide open and still unable to move, realizing deep down that this battle was lost.

Thus, Viscount Garcia decisively abandoned Gus and, manipulating the wind, flew up high, escaping at incredible speed!

Chris picked up the dagger that had fallen from his severed hand without a moment’s hesitation and gave chase!

He knew very well that if Viscount Garcia escaped, this ambush would be meaningless. Moreover, as an enemy, Viscount Garcia knew too much about the Fischer family and had to die today!

“Stop chasing, Chris!”

Vanessa couldn’t help but shout out, very concerned about Chris’s solitary pursuit.

Chris ran swiftly, covering an immense distance in an instant.

“He can’t possibly catch up with me,”

Viscount Garcia flew with all his might high in the sky, his speed even more astonishing, quickly reaching the horizon.

He flew several kilometers away to a wooded area and began to manipulate his life force stream, clearing the terrible seeds from within his body.

“Why would an elf intervene? Where did she come from?”

Viscount Garcia never believed that Chris could catch up with him, quietly beginning to heal while taking out the “Countdown Timer” and sighing.

“Too bad, the fight didn’t last three minutes, ‘Countdown Timer’ couldn’t come into play; I was too greedy. If I had set it to just one minute, although it would only have stopped the enemy for one second, it should have had a great effect.”

That was the mechanism of the “Countdown Timer.”

It could be set for a minimum of one minute to a maximum of an hour, correspondingly freezing all targets within range for at least one second to a maximum of sixty seconds at the end of the countdown.

At the same time, Chris was still quietly tracking Viscount Garcia’s whereabouts using “Tracking Senses.”

There were many trails of fresh blood in the air; he could completely lock onto the opponent’s position from afar and knew that Viscount Garcia had momentarily stopped.

Chris had decided to not let Viscount Garcia live and make it back.