I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 548 - 383: The Speaker’s Strength

The images in the Star Mist were gradually becoming clear...

The Pale Knight blinked to Lafa's side, his silver greatsword slashing diagonally!

Woo!!

Lafa wore a faint smile on his face, took a step to the side, and easily dodged it.

However, Chen Lun used Instantaneous Movement again to appear behind him and turned the direction of his greatsword's slash by one hundred eighty degrees. Midway, he abruptly aimed the blade at the back of Lafa's neck.

The whole process moved fluidly, as both seemed to have predicted each other's actions.

Chen Lun's strike was like a lag in a flashback, and as if attack adsorption after cheating was activated, his sword clearly missed but in the next second, it flickered behind the target, striking precisely at his fatal weak point.

"Hmm?"

Lafa was surprised by this sudden change.

But his response was not something a mortal could compare to. Within the fractions of a second it took for Chen Lun to change tactics, Lafa didn't even turn his head; he simply swung his sword backward and blocked with his Bone Spur Sword.

Clang!!

The crisp clash of the greatsword and the spur sword sparked a violent burst of sparks.

Lafa's body moved forward due to inertia, while Chen Lun did not pursue him, as he had already been multitasking, controlling the wooden python.

Thud!

The wholly wooden python burst from the ground, tightly coiled around Lafa's body, and instantly opened its massive jaws, crunching down and swallowing his head whole.

Creak creak...

A sharp, grating noise echoed.

Lafa's facial skin developed a layer of white, bone-like exoskeleton, which the python's fangs could not penetrate.

Lafa sneered repeatedly, shook his body, and suddenly burst free from the python's coils!

Bang!

Even a Sequence Five Transcendent wrapped by it would have been strangled to death, but Lafa, relying on brute force, easily broke free! The python's body, unable to withstand the immense force, tore into four or five pieces, blood flying everywhere!

Hiss hiss...

The fragmented python hit the ground and split into six or seven smaller snakes, lunging again at Lafa. But with a simple raise of his hand, purple triangular pyramids burst forth with three laser beams that sliced the small snakes on the ground into pieces.

Immediately, Lafa glanced sideways, his blood-red robe extending out like wings flapping to both sides, and he blinked several meters back, evading the incoming strike from the Pale Knight.

Lafa's brow furrowed as he found his arms, torso, and face covered with rings of age and that eerie moss.

Clearly, the recent contact with the python had "infected" his body!

"Hmph!"

Lafa snorted coldly.

With the sound of rushing water, his body instantly turned into a pool of blood, then split into two beings, one of which was covered in rings of age and moss within seconds, ultimately turning into a human-shaped wood carving, losing all vitality.

The other "Lafa" watched this, his eyes narrowing, he softly said,

"Such a bizarre power..."

He felt the terrifying effect of "Supernatural Woodification" by sacrificing part of his body, like a desperate measure.

"Too bad you seem to not fully understand how to use this power; otherwise, indeed, I would find you troublesome… Of course, as a Sequence Five, to have battled me this long, you should be proud, Jack."

Lafa, expressionless, turned and looked at the Pale Knight kneeling on the ground, unable to stand, and said flatly.

He then lifted his head, looking toward a certain direction in mid-air, as if he could see through endless space, gazing toward the distant Royal City of Beryl, his lips curving slightly.

"So everything should come to an end now, let the Empire's high ranks watch this scene well."

Clearly, Lafa had been aware of the Prince and others spying from the beginning, but He wasn't concerned.

Chen Lun's Balag Armor gradually faded, and his figure shrank back to his original appearance. He struggled to raise his head, and his eyes calmly watched Lafa in his victorious stance.

He had come to terms with it; his all-out effort had at last injured the opponent.

He had gotten justice for Mr. Bales, and for himself…

And this was his limit.

"Well done, Jack."

At that moment, a sudden voice sounded.

Lafa's brows tensed, and he abruptly turned to look beyond the stone pillars and chains, where a plainly dressed man with black short hair stood silently.

Chen Lun startled, then his heart lightened.

He recognized that familiar voice—it was Speaker Azjiluo!

Turning his head, indeed, the Speaker was giving him an approving look, nodding slightly.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Chen Lun also discerned a hint of apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for the delay..."

The Speaker said softly.

Lafa looked at him coldly and slowly said,

"Azjiluo? I didn't expect you'd personally intervene for a Mid Sequence Transcendent... Hmm?"

He suddenly realized something and sneered a few times.

"I see, using Jack as bait to draw me out... Was that the plan? Unfortunately, the Sin Arena has been activated. Even as a Sequence Three, the 'Knocker', you can't intervene in this fight... Once I kill him and take back Bales' trait, I can immediately escape, and you can't keep me here."

What Lafa said was true, even Speaker Azjiluo nodded in agreement.

"As you say, Lafa, I have also heard of this Mysterious Object... In past years, you helped the Empire hunt down many wild Saints with it, I truly cannot break through the arena's blockade with brute force."

Speaker calmly gazed at him, then spoke:

"But don't you want to know what delayed me for a while?"

"..."

Lafa fell silent for a few seconds, his tone filled with surprise and suspicion.

"Could it be that you went to the Royal City and borrowed the 'Sunlight Spear' from the Sun King?"

"That is the Sun Royal Family's national treasure; how could they lend it to an outsider..."

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The Speaker shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Lafa secretly breathed a sigh of relief and scoffed:

"Right, but even if you had the 'Sunlight Spear,' at most it would be able to destroy the arena, but the outcome will not change... I want to leave, and you cannot stop me."

He then turned his head to look at Chen Lun.

"I could even use this gap to kill Jack dozens of times... I can tell that you can no longer wield that strange power, I don't believe you can come back to life!"

"I will not destroy the arena... because it has trapped you as well, hasn't it?"

The Speaker gave a slight smile.

Lafa was stunned.

She saw Azjiluo take out a simple tall glass filled with a thin layer of sticky amber liquid that continually flickered with brilliant specks of light.

"The holy wine personally bestowed by our king, using it to kill you is a matter of pride, Lafa."

The Speaker repeated the words Lafa had earlier said to Chen Lun.

Highly ironic.

Immediately afterward, the Speaker raised the glass high as if toasting Lafa.

The next second, Lafa felt a strong premonition of death descend upon him, his heart as cold as if it had sunk into an ice cave.

"Damn..."

He cursed loudly.

The item personally bestowed by the King of Slaughter!

With Azjiluo's clear indication, it was obvious he believed his death was certain. Lafa also realized that he could not just sit and wait for his demise.

Making a decisive move, he transformed into a stream of blood and surged forward, his Bone Spur Sword suddenly exploding into countless bone thorns shooting towards Chen Lun—if he could kill Jack, then the Sin Arena's lock would be lifted, and he could take the opportunity to escape.

Lafa's resentful strike was truly terrifying; if it made a solid hit, Chen Lun would be pulverized, leaving no bones left!

However, the "service bell" that Chen Lun carried flew out on its own.

This gift personally given to him by the Speaker seemed to be an anchor, able to serve as a medium to channel the Speaker's power.

Chen Lun instinctively pressed the bell.

Dingling!

The surroundings immediately froze, even the charging Lafa was frozen for a moment.

The blood-covered face of the opponent, the cold eyes, and the slightly protruding veins on the forehead were all distinctly visible. Lafa's eyes trembled slightly, clearly understanding what had happened, and a look of surprise flashed through them.

Swish!!

Only to see the shadows on the ground transform into a pitch-black rope that swiftly looped around Lafa's neck.

The next second.

An ornately carved teal vintage window appeared out of nowhere right above his head, quietly standing.

The window's beautiful patterns engraved an image of a gentleman sitting in a chair, enjoying a drink; his long coat trailing onto the red carpet, shining transparently bright under the sunlight, exhibiting layers upon layers of a crystalline sacred semblance.

Lafa strained to raise his gaze, staring grimly at the carved window above, his eyes full of blood vessels.

"Impossible... how could I possibly die here?!"

He let out a roar of defiance and fury from his throat.

Suddenly, Lafa's body violently expanded, the blood-soaked robe tearing apart.

In a desperate bid to survive, he revealed his Mythical Creature Form, ready to fight back furiously!

A colossal creature nearly ten meters tall rose from the ground, its limbs touching the ground, muscles bulging at the torso. In place of its original head, there was no brain to see, only a "mouth" that split from the neck to the belly, revealing countless sharp ribs as teeth with each open and close.

A long tongue extended out, lined with Lafa's crimson eyeballs, spinning chaotically.

Two pairs of bone wings growing on its back, full of proliferating tissues, formed a bizarre and splendid pattern, resembling butterfly wings.

Rumbling!

The Mythical Creature Form of Lafa tore wildly at the shadow rope around its neck. The violent struggling caused the entire arena to tremble as if a series of explosions were occurring.

At that moment.

Thunk thunk!

Two knocks sounded on the window above his head.

Whoosh—

The dark shadow rope tautly pulled straight, one end reaching towards the heavens, its destination unknown, the other tightly strangling Lafa's neck, hoisting him up.

And then, the teal carved window suddenly opened, and an enormous hand wearing a pristine white glove reached out, seizing Lafa's body.

Thereafter, it violently dragged him through.

Bang!

The window slammed shut abruptly.