"You deserve to die!"
Mr. A shouted in extreme fury, his handsome face twisting like a demon's. Silas's trash talk was overly effective, thoroughly enraging this devout fanatic.
Violent winds gathered around him.
The flying snowflakes couldn't fall, swept up by the wind to form powerful gales.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Mr. A manipulated the wild wind, sending blade after blade of wind toward Silas's direction.
"Poof!"
The wind blades cut through the ground, leaving deep furrows, easily tearing apart Silas's figure.
His body was swept up by the wind, becoming flat, shrinking, and finally turning into countless paper fragments that scattered in all directions.
Under the dim street lamp, his figure quietly reappeared.
Faceless, "Paper Figurine Substitute"!
Invisible violent winds supported Mr. A's body as his gaze swept across the street.
Almost the instant Silas appeared, he locked onto his position. Several wind blades swung down while his main body also flew rapidly closer.
Such a pain, this guy can fly!
Silas cursed inwardly, quickly drew his revolver, aimed briefly at the high-speed moving Mr. A, and fired directly.
"Bang bang bang!"
The bullets filled with Beyonder power had mysterious patterns carved on their bases.
They instantly crossed the distance between them, accurately blasting toward Mr. A's two eyes.
"Boom!"
Mr. A suddenly stopped in midair.
Wild winds howled in front of him. The two bullets were disrupted by the gale, deflecting off course, grazing past Mr. A's side and flying crookedly into the distance.
But Silas also took advantage of this opportunity, rushing to the area beneath Mr. A and rapidly closing the distance between them.
At this moment, his right hand was already wearing a black iron-colored glove.
His figure suddenly became tall and imposing, as if every word and action had become an inviolable law.
"Come down!"
He pointed at the other with the black iron glove, his pupils suddenly lighting up with two dazzling bolts of lightning.
"Interrogator," "Psychic Piercing"!
With the enhancement of a same-sequence Beyonder item, this strike's power far exceeded an ordinary Sequence 6!
Mr. A's body, originally floating in the air, suddenly jerked, then clutched his head in silent agony.
The wind supporting him immediately became chaotic, and his body fell from high altitude.
Silas was waiting for precisely this moment. As Mr. A plummeted, his body rapidly shot up, once again "Demonizing." That "Lava Greatsword" viciously slashed toward Mr. A.
"Boom!"
A dull impact sound followed.
The shock of the collision transmitted through the lava greatsword all the way to Silas's palm.
Even though he'd completed Demonization at this moment with greatly enhanced strength, the intense recoil nearly made him unable to hold the longsword.
Hmm?
A trace of surprise flashed through Silas's crimson demon eyes.
He saw that the lava greatsword burning with blue flames had been blocked by another identical greatsword.
Behind the sword, Mr. A was sneering coldly at him, his handsome face becoming fierce and terrifying due to Demonization.
He'd also grazed a "Devil"!
"Boom!"
While surprised, Silas's arm suddenly exerted force, parrying Mr. A's lava greatsword aside.
The latter opened his bat wings and landed, his face full of cold malice.
"Faceless, Devil, Pyromaniac. How long have you been a Shepherd? The quality of your lambs is not bad."
He said.
Not long, just a few months.
Silas thought secretly, also showing a cold smile to Mr. A. "Nightmare, Wind-blessed, Devil... your lambs are also pretty good."
Besides these Beyonder abilities he'd just mentioned, Mr. A also had a peculiar teleportation ability, but Silas wasn't sure if it was pure teleportation.
That strange incantation "I came, I saw, I recorded" might be related to it.
"Only [pretty good]?"
Mr. A grinned, as if showing a ferocious smile.
"Then it seems I need to work hard to display more of my lambs' abilities, make sure to broaden your horizons... It's just that my collection is fairly sufficient.
Can you withstand it?"
He gripped the lava greatsword and slowly walked toward Silas.
"You can try."
Silas said softly, also raising the greatsword in his hand before him.
Black snowflakes fell in flurries, but before they could approach them, they were vaporized by the high temperature radiating from the Demonized bodies and the lava greatswords.
Their surroundings were soon shrouded in a layer of water vapor. Standing outside, one could only see shadowy figures within, with dim blue light hazily flickering.
"Boom!"
The lava greatswords collided. The dim blue flames surged in the wind, burning fiercely.
In an instant, the impact scattered the water vapor, revealing their fierce and terrifying bodies.
Across the giant swords, Silas could clearly see the bone-deep hatred on Mr. A's face.
He couldn't empathize with the mad cultist, only exerted force with his palm, pressing hard toward the other side.
"Sizzle..."
Mr. A quickly withdrew his sword.
His lava greatsword scraped along Silas's blade, cleverly turning in an arc to make Silas slash at empty space, while he himself twisted the hilt and thrust toward Silas's heart.
This guy has practiced swordsmanship!
Silas immediately understood in his heart.
Compared to his opponent, he'd only learned crude longsword slashing movements from the combat teacher Gawain during his Tingen period.
In previous battles, he'd won purely through physical strength and spiritual suppression.
Now facing an evenly matched opponent, the issue of technique began to stand out, becoming a weak point.
Of course, he also had a more obvious strength.
Before Mr. A's lava greatsword could pierce into Silas's body, a ball of dim blue flames exploded behind Mr. A. Within flames heavy with the smell of sulfur, Silas's body suddenly appeared.
"Demonization" combined with "Flaming Jump"!
This was a technique only he could use, an advantage brought by his golden finger!
At this moment, Mr. A was maintaining his thrusting posture, his body difficult to adjust. Silas took advantage, slashing his sword across his back.
"Hiss!"
High temperature scorched flesh and blood. Heavy, difficult resistance came through.
The demon's body had extremely high defense. He hadn't been able to cut through Mr. A, only leaving a deep scar.
The scar's surface was pitch black, emitting a charred, foul stench.
"Hmph!"
Mr. A was struck and stumbled forward a step, then fiercely turned back, the rage in his crimson eyes overflowing beyond words.
The terrible wound was rapidly healing. For a Shepherd, such an injury was nothing.
He quickly caught up with Silas, the lava greatsword swinging down at him once more.
The two maintained their demonic forms, slashing at each other. Mr. A's swordsmanship was more skillful, but Silas could simultaneously drive other souls.
Although both sides could quickly heal after being injured, Silas obviously suffered fewer wounds than Mr. A. The scales of victory were tilting little by little in his direction.
"Boom!"
After another fierce collision, Mr. A retreated several steps and canceled his Demonization.
He looked somewhat disheveled.
"Cough cough!"
Silas raised the lava greatsword high toward him. Before he could swing it down, he suddenly lowered his head sharply and coughed out loud!
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