Chapter 443: He Took the Bait

"One minute. You’re welcome to keep hiding. Hehehehe!"

Ming Datiss’s voice echoed through the underground space. He scanned the group who had just rescued Sera and stood ready to strike again, feeling not a shred of fear.

His new master’s power far surpassed the combined strength of everyone here. The Delusional Plant People and Spore People on the field alone were enough to keep them in check!

However, just as Ming Datiss calculated the High-level Invisibility Technique was about to expire, a sudden commotion broke out among the resurrected Delusional Plant People.

"Hiding among them? Clever." The Elf’s mouth split into another grin as he rapidly approached the Plant People with an unnatural gait. "But this time, you’ve outsmarted yourself!"

"Just accept your death!"

"You’re the one who’s going to die!"

Ron’s voice suddenly rang out from among the Plant People. One of the Plant People, previously ordered not to interfere with the duel, was lifted into the air and hurled toward the Elf!

"Try this on for size!"

Ming Datiss noticed the glint of Magic in the eyes of Ron, who had already turned to conceal himself again. That must have been how he’d found the strength to hurl the heavy Plant Person. But to Ming Datiss, it was all just a futile struggle.

"As long as your Magic doesn’t permanently alter your body, it’s all pointless!" Like a sharp saw, the rapier in Ming Datiss’s hand instantly tore through the Plant Person that had been used as a projectile. The Elf himself became a black whirlwind, charging into the midst of the Plant People and Spore People in the blink of an eye.

"Trying to pull the same trick again? It’s useless! You know nothing about power!"

"Is that so?" Ron’s voice came from behind him. When Ming Datiss turned, he saw Ron instantly slice open a long-withered spore cluster, sending a cloud of rotten spores billowing straight for his face.

"I told you, it’s useless!" The Elf was like a phantom now, his body instantly blurring into an illusion. "The power my master has granted me is far greater than you can possibly imagine!"

"Martial Arts, Magic! You have no chance of defeating me!"

No reply came from the surroundings; Ron seemed to have vanished again. However, Ming Datiss’s eyes grew cold. His neck twisted at a bizarre angle, and his all-black eyes stared intently at a seemingly empty spot.

"Hehe, found you!"

"Ron!" The moment Ming Datiss vanished from his spot, Aive’s heart skipped a beat.

Though she couldn’t see Ron, she knew that resurrected bastard clearly possessed some special ability! The Half-Elf Warrior dared not hesitate. She shoved her left hand forward, and the tower shield—forged by Rurik and given an Enchantment by Ron—flew out, attempting to intercept Ming Datiss’s attack.

But no matter its material, how could a tower shield possibly outpace a rapier when it had been thrown second? As the smile on Ming Datiss’s face grew wider, Ron stumbled out from behind a Spore Person, the sharp point of the rapier already piercing the skin of his chest!

"You... How did you see me?" Ron’s eyes widened. He gripped the exposed part of the rapier with one hand, desperately trying to keep it from pushing any deeper.

He was using a mental suggestion technique to hold his own in their struggle of strength, but he could only keep it up for a short while. The problem was, his spell would wear off far sooner than his opponent’s power would.

"I told you, the power my master has granted me is far greater than you imagine!" the Elf snarled, applying more pressure. "I won’t make the same mistake as before. This time, I’m going straight for your vitals!"

"After you die, everything you’ve worked for, day and night, will all be for nothing but my benefit! I will become the second Saran Laine—no! I will become the first Ming Datiss!"

"Die! Let’s see how you like the loneliness and terror of the Death Realm!"

Ming Datiss pushed forward again, but as he looked into Ron’s eyes, a flicker of unease ignited in his heart. ’Why?’

’This human shouldn’t have any chance of turning this around!’

"Sorry, I’ve been there before," Ron said. He felt a sweet taste rising in his throat but forced it down, refusing to let it interfere with his final plan. "And I have no plans to ’revisit the old neighborhood’ anytime soon."

"Repel!"

As Ron chanted the last words of the spell, the Magic Power around him surged, coalescing into a translucent, jade-green ring. A tremendous force slammed into Ming Datiss, sending him flying backward!

Caught completely off guard, he lost his grip on his rapier. Ron, grabbing the blade, had wrenched it from his hand, and Ming Datiss had been too slow to stop him.

But that wasn’t what shocked and enraged him most. What infuriated him, what truly drove him mad, was that Ron had chanted the final lines of the spell in the Elf Language!

"Are you trying to humiliate me?!" Ming Datiss, along with the Spore People and Delusional Plant People, was blasted more than ten meters back by Ron’s spell before managing to regain his footing. He snapped his head up, his hands transforming into half-claws. A faint, dark glow emanated from the long talons. He clearly didn’t need a rapier; he himself was a deadly weapon.

"A spell in the Elf Language? Is that your last resort?!" Ming Datiss surged to his feet, ready to charge Ron and kill him in one blow. But as he pushed off the ground, his body stopped dead, completely without warning.

His instantaneous movement, which rivaled a Mist Step, had failed!

"You—" Ming Datiss’s expression wavered. He looked down at the ground and saw that large, orange-yellow crystals had erupted from the floor. One end was fused with the ground, while the other snaked up his legs. In just a few seconds, they had already encased him below the knees!

"What Magic is this?!"

Ming Datiss looked around and saw it wasn’t just him. The plant creatures Ron had blasted away were all caught in the orange-yellow crystals. And those plant-based Undead clearly lacked his strength; in less than ten seconds, many of the Plant People and Spore People were already completely encased in the strange crystals. Their movements were frozen, unable to budge, just like insects trapped in amber!

"Don’t get me wrong. This wasn’t about humiliating you." Ron raised a Healing Potion to his lips and downed it. Aided by the potion’s Healing Spell, he quickly yanked the rapier from his chest and tossed it aside. "This is a spell I only just recently perfected."

"The reason I used the Elf Language is that the one who first created the model for it was an Elf!"