149 What the Professor Truly Is (2/2)

”Your deduction is correct and the inference is very clever. To be honest, Avalon has been boring without the Shaman. If I had an enemy like you, my days would not have been so meaningless.” The Professor exuded something murderous. His eyes locked onto Ye Qingxuan. ”What a pity…”

”Ha” Ye Qingxuan responded with cold laughter. ”Stop acting, Lord Moriarty! No matter what you are, and even if you have sucked the blood out of all those guys and healed your wounds, you’re still weak right now.

”Don’t take me for a fool. Even if moon spirits can suck the life blood from others, it’s still a burden on you. The stronger and more powerful the enemy's vitality is, the more difficult it is to absorb.

”It's not about your accomplishments as a musician, but the limitation of the moon spirit’s talent! Now, after being injured for so long, just draining that dark musician was exhausting enough for you.”

Ye Qingxuan kicked the bag away, sprinkling more silver sand everywhere. When he gazed at the Professor, his eyes were emotionless. ”To be honest, I don’t care what the h*ll you are. I can keep this secret for you, but you'd better have a chat with me now. Otherwise, I’ll let you have a ‘chat’ with the silver!”

He gripped his cane, looked at the Professor in silence, and asked in a coldly, ”Tell me, is the Eastern kid really the key to Avalon’s shadow? Where did you get this information...and why are you so determined?”

The Professor remained silent, seeming to not have heard anything. Even at his most vulnerable, he kept quiet and did not show any intention to negotiate. He seemed to be meditating. A long and deep meditation.

Finally, The Professor looked up. All of his thoughts and resolutions were expressed in a sigh. ”What a shame.”

Ye Qingxuan’s expression changed. A sword was thrusted at him!

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The dome in the hall shattered. A gleam of dim moonlight fell down through the gap, illuminating the glowing silver dust on the floor. Amidst the glow, two piercing cold rays of light suddenly shot out from the Professor's sleeve. They cut through the air soundlessly.

As if he was made from gravel, the Professor's figure became faint. It seemed as if he would collapse with the wind, but in the next moment, he stepped onto the silver dust. In his hand, the two swords crisscrossed, aimed at the youth’s throat.

Unlike the Chainsaw monk’s big with his dramatic movements, like lava flowing, one could not tell when the Professor was about to move. There were no indications, not even a slight movement.

The two swords melted into the moonlight and attacked in silence without any ferocity or brutality. They only brought quiet beauty and a dismal air. It was heart-stopping!

But the youth seemed have perceived the Professor’s intention. His complexion changed when the Professor moved his muscles. He picked up the bag under his feet and scattered the silver sand generously. They created a radiant silver sheet that fell on the sword of moonlight.

The blade cut through the silver with a sizzling sound, forcing them to fly to the side. When residual silver fell on the Professor's body, they changed suddenly, creating red sparks. Flames were born out of thin air. The red flames danced.

In an instant, the Professor was enveloped by the terrifying flames. The fire covered his body, burning him. It was the same thing he had done to the traitor a few days ago. Now it was happening to him.

This was the inborn flaw of the Moon Spirit clan. After abandoning mankind and the Silver Moon, they had been cursed to be poisoned by silver. They could absorb the vitality from others through their blood, but they would lose all control and reason under the Silver Moon’s light. Any type of silver would turn to poison at a touch and burn them to ashes!

But Ye Qingxuan did not expect that the Professor was willing to fight to the death. Did he just attack?!

Ye Qingxuan staggered back with a music note in his hand. Gas rolled over the sand, resisting the Professor's onslaught. Ye Qingxuan had the obvious advantage and had grasped the key moment when the Professor could not use aether, but he found that he still did not have the upper hand.

The burning Professor revealed a faint and ferocious smile from behind the flames. He said hoarsely, ”You wouldn’t think that the Moon Spirit clan is only good at sucking blood, right?”

Ye Qingxuan immediately processed what he meant and cold sweat rolled down. The Moon Spirits, good at swordsmanship, the clan of good swordsmanship…They were the most terrifying assassins of all the fallen races! Was the Professor not only an accomplished musician but also a monster at swordsmanship?