NovelEnglishChapter 0501 In the world ruled by Regulus Windsur, where warriors and mystics clashed, there was a belief that someone should never underestimate monks, mystics, women, or children, nor those who wielded bizarre weapons. They were said to have deadly skills beyond imagination, capable of taking down foes far stronger than themselves, and were truly unpredictable. That masked figure in black was a prime example.
Snap, snap, snap...
His blood-red tongue flicked out, hungrily lapping at his lips as he eyed Alexander like a predator eyes its prey.
His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds.
A sonic assault! There were legends of weapons that used sound to kill, like the Lion's Roar, the Magical's Strain, the Iron Magic's Cry, and the Soul-Capturing Flute. All were powered by the wielder's vital energy, and the abacus was no different.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith each bead's strike, the dissonant waves of sound spread rapidly, forming a chaotic symphony that trapped each note within Alexander's breaths, piercing him like invisible steel needles straight to the heart.
"Hahaha, got you!" The abacus's beads moved faster, a blur of impending doom. The masked figure's energy flowed without end, his hidden face twisted in a smirk of triumph.
"Alexander, bet you didn't see this
coming. My Divine Machine Iron Abacus can infiltrate your very being, sealing away your dominant strength without a trace." "Now that you can't muster up your dominant strength, taking you down will be a walk in the park!" Really? Alexander gave a slight shake of his head, a playful glint in his eyes. He stepped forward leisurely and said with a soft laugh, "You've got some weird tricks up your sleeve, and the way you're eyeing me is weird. It's like you're itching to gobble me up.
"You know, I've heard of this rare and dark martial art that can suck the life and potential right out of someone. If I'm not wrong, you've managed to pick up a trick or two from it.
150, it's not just my life you're after, but my martial prowess too, huh?" Hmm?! The man in black, still furiously clicking his abacus, could not hide the shock on his face.
Alexander... No wonder he was the King of O1' Mare, unmatched in both wit and power! So young, yet with the might ofa conqueror. Even after being hit by that lethal abacus tune, he remained as composed as a cucumber. That was just jealousy-inducing! "The more impressive you are, the stronger I'll get after I've devoured you!" In that instant, the greed in the masked man's eyes deepened, his
fingers a blur over the abacus, which rattled manically. "Feel the wrath of my killer move, Abacus Sound Brain Infusion, and meet your end!" Clack clack clack clack clack...
The furious clatter of the abacus beads, like popcorn popping ina metal pot, sent ripples of visible shockwaves through the air, burrowing into Alexander's head one after another.
Got him! The man in black was ecstatic, watching Alexander stand still, and he laughed triumphantly. "Haha, that was too easy! My dimwitted brother warned me not to mess with Alexander, but who would've thought..."
He cut off mid-sentence! Ten meters away, Alexander, who was supposed to be a goner, cocked his head with a sly grin at the man in black, his face a mask of amusement.
"I'm quite intrigued by what you just said. Who's your big brother, and why's he got a rule against messing with me?" How was he still alive?! The masked man in black recoiled in shock, staring at Alexander with eyes wide in disbelief, his voice quivering.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"How... How are you still breathing? My sonic abacus blast should've scrambled your brains. You..." Alexander just chuckled and shook his head.
Sure, sonic attacks were tricky to dodge, and if a real warlord had been behind it, maybe there would have been cause for concern. However, that masked wannabe? Just a rookie trying to play in the big leagues, not even close to rattling Alexander's cage.
When one was outclassed, all the tricks in the book did not mean squat.
"You've played your hand. Now it's my turn," Alexander said, lifting his right hand and giving the masked man a wry smile from a distance.
"You fancy yourself a maestro of sound? Let me give you a taste of the real deal." with that, he casually rubbed his thumb and middle finger together.
A snap of the fingers, something so
mundane it was almost laughable, echoed softly under the night sky.
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