521 Justice (1/2)

”Honorarium?”

Enveloped in the Wyrmrest enchantment, Ludovic finally saw the face of Ye Qingxuan, realized what had happened, and squeezed his twisted face into a smile.

”The Wyrmrest enchantment? And… a knife? Ye Qingxuan, you expect to kill me with that insignificant stuff? So naive...”

Ye Qingxuan pulled out a short knife, bent over, and pointed at Ludovic's throat with his hands clenched. He stabbed the entire knife into Ludovic's throat expressionlessly, and then suddenly made a cross-cut.

Riiip! The flesh was torn apart, and blood splattered. The boiling hot gas of blood burst out and billowed in the storm.

But Ludovic remained laughing, the sound of it coming through the cut on his throat where the severed vocal cords could almost be seen quivering.

”You are too weak,” he sighed. ”Too weak!”

Ludovic reached out to the hand that Ye Qingxuan used to hold the knife, and clenched it as tightly as a pincer!

Snap!

In an instant, a crisp snapping sounded.

Grasped tightly by an old and wrinkled palm, Ye Qingxuan's hands were twisted abruptly, and the broken phalanges pierced out of his flesh and blood, turning into a bloody pile of flesh in an instant.

”Did you see it?”

The cut on Ludovic's throat opened and made a strange laughter.

In the sharp laughter, the blood flew back, the hot gas of blood that moved like living things sweeping back to the cut.

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the blade dyed black by the blood quickly weathered and rusted, and turned into a piece of scrap metal.

There seemed to be a strong poison in the blood that destroyed the steel!

Ludovic just waved his hand, and Ye Qingxuan was blown away like a dead leaf, and rolled on the ground like a broken and bloody bag full of rotten meat.

Immediately afterwards, he ground his teeth with a sharp and terrible sound.

Disregarding the five fingers cut by the blade, Ludovic grasped the knife in his chest, and pulled the blade distorted with flesh and bloodstains out of the wound.

It was like pulling out the stinger of a bee.

The distorted knife landed on the ground, quickly rusted, and fell apart.

Ludovic got up from the ground, looked down at the hole in his chest where the organs were beating. Soon the flesh knitted together, and the wound disappeared and smoothed.

However, the changes continued.

His skin proliferated quickly, then dissimilated and became yellowish. His pores secreted a large amount of grease. Terrible metabolism was going on in his body. His hair got white and fell, his eyes were covered by a thick white pannus, and his nails grew crazily and fell off.

In the end, the person covered by dead skin, white hair, and turbid oils reached out and pulled off the layer of skin that seemed to be covered with mud.

He was like a snake that cast off the old skin.

He became young again.

”I almost forgot.”

Ludovic, who had returned to the prime of his life, looked at his own hands and said in a low-pitched voice, ”Although this body has been strengthened through the resurrection ritual and possesses enormous vitality, it has been imprisoned in an old body for the purpose of maintaining its original appearance and state... you reminded me of that.”

He slowly straightened his back, and a crispy rubbing sound came from his joints. Then he took a step forward.

The earth boomed.

The ruins of steel in front of the giant's chest suddenly quaked and a huge hole appeared.

The hurricane swept in all directions, and almost blew Ye Qingxuan away.

”The Wyrmrest enchantment is really perfect. But what a pity! Don't regard me as a fragile thing like you.” Ludovic walked forward slowly and said coldly, ”Do you think that I can't do anything to you if I can't use aether? It's ridiculous. From the beginning to the end, you're just tripping yourself—”

Bang!

The voice stopped abruptly as Ludovic was knocked back.

It was a sudden punch.

Ye Qingxuan's fist, like an iron hammer, struck his face with a sharp breaking sound of air. His disdainful look and arrogant cheekbones were broken. His nose bridge was smashed back into the skull.

The smashing sound of bones and loud noises mixed together. Ludovic, like a football kicked by someone with full strength, flew backward, tumbled on the ground, and crashed into the ruins.

Ye Qingxuan remained standing there, pulled back his fist, and spat on the ground.

”Why the hell do you always talk nonsense?”

In the huge hole, Ludovic looked at the sky with fishy eyes. His broken jawbone was twisted into a weird shape. His torn lips opened and closed as if he was whispering something.

What's going on here?

No, something's wrong!