The Bored Immortal

Chapter 440 Mevron’s Anger

“You…” Mevron concluded that Azu must have used some life-saving treasure. That was the only reasonable explanation he could think of. Since the Fairy Queen seemed to favor him so much, it didn’t seem that impossible for her to give him something like that.

This only made him feel even more excited about how many benefits he could gain from using her.

“Good. I will use this second chance to punish you as I wanted,” Mevron snorted as his fists began to emanate a cold aura.

Viktor smirked as his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, much to Mevron’s surprise.

“On your left!”

*Bham!*

A fist suddenly came out of nowhere and struck Mevron’s left cheek, making his head twist in the other direction as his skin rippled.

“Ugh!” Mevron firmly fixed his foot to the ground so that he didn’t stumble, but there was a bruise on his cheek.

This was the first time he felt pain in a long time which he never expected he would when fighting someone like Azu. The pain wasn’t much, but his pride got hurt bitterly.

“On your right!”

*Bham!*

Before he could even think about counter-attacking, he felt another fist striking his right cheek, making his head twist in the other direction as some saliva shot out of his mouth.

Viktor was so fast that Mevron was caught unprepared. His speed was faster, unlike his speed before, and seemed to be stronger as well.

Did the life-saving treasure really make him more powerful as well? How precious was this treasure if it could do all this?

However, Mevron had no idea Viktor was taking advantage of his temporary increased burst of speed and strength to weaken him. Since he had died countless times, he knew he would always feel stronger for a while after coming back from the dead. But this temporary burst of strength would gradually keep decreasing till things were back to normal.

*Bham! Bham! Bham!*

Viktor continued to punch him from random directions, making Mevron put up his arms to shield himself. He was enraged that he was actually forced to a defensive position and grinded his teeth since each of Azu’s punches was actually making his body feel pain.

His body was supposed to be as strong as iron, yet the punches of a vampire were leaving behind trauma to his muscles and bones.

His punches were even more effective due to the speed at which he was dishing them out.

However, Viktor was equally surprised as well since he was giving so many punches with so much force, yet Mevron’s body was barely budging from the spot. With each punch, it felt as if he was striking an iron mountain, yet he could feel the foundation shake.

Mevron closed his eyes shut as he focused, and this time right when Viktor was about to punch his groin, Mevron’s hand suddenly caught his fist, “You cheap idiot. Did you think I would let you do it twice?” There was even a trickle of blood slipping down his lips, though Mevron pretended as if he wasn’t feeling it.

“Doesn’t hurt to try, right?” Viktor shrugged while wondering how Mevron was able to react so quickly to his speed.

Mevron said as he curled his lips, “Now you will see why I was chosen as the Champion of my race.”

Viktor’s eyes widened when he saw Mevron’s icy fist closing in on his face. He couldn’t even shake off Mevron’s hand to get away and dodge his fist and could only use his other hand to block Mevron’s cold fist.

But Mevron’s cold fist was too strong and fractured Viktor’s palm. And before Viktor could catch a breath, Mevron sent a flurry of punches towards his stomach as his body shook under the force of his punches.

One could even hear the sound of his bones getting fractured and his flesh being pummeled. Each of Mevron’s punches was filled with his fury, and it did reflect on Viktor’s body as he coughed out blood.

Viktor’s face had become pale as his upper body was completely bruised with serious internal injuries. He wasn’t also healing fast since Mevron’s cold aura was slowing down his healing.

Viktor was least bothered about the pain but was instead wondering why it takes so much time to open a portal. He thought he had bought her enough time, and if he kept this up, Mevron might figure out that he really could not die.

Seraphina placed her palm on her mouth as her watery eyes quivered, wanting to shout out at Mevron to stop hurting Viktor. But she couldn’t unless she wanted Mevron to notice what she was doing secretly.

She had, in fact, already opened the portal to her realm and hid it behind an illusion. But she didn’t leave since she wanted to bring Viktor with her rather than abandon him here and let Mevron do something bad to him.

But if she tried to save him, she might not be able to go back and save her realm.

Still, she could hear the sound of Viktor’s bones and flesh getting pummeled from each hit from Mevron, and each time she would feel a sharp pain in her chest.

Mevron stopped punching as he looked at Azu’s bloodied figure, “You are indeed different from most vampires, perhaps stronger than most. But too bad for you, you are way weaker than me. This time no treasure is going to save you but don’t worry, I won’t kill you right now. I want you to first suffer pain that will make you beg for death, but even then, you wouldn’t be able to kill yourself.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes as blood was continuously dripping down his lips.

He was in a slightly disoriented state due to how injured he was, but he was disappointed that Mevron didn’t go for the kill this time.

And right when he was wondering what Mevron meant by his words, he felt a small blade pierce his chest as he heard Mevron’s voice, “This will make you beg for a quick death..”