Chapter 1829: The Strongest Soul V in History! (Part 2)

Chapter 1829: Chapter 1072: The Strongest Soul V in History! (Part 2)

Have others besides us arrived at Ring Seal City?

Leon sized up Onora, finding the person before him utterly unfamiliar, completely unable to recall where they’ve ever met.

So far, those who qualified to come through the flame were notable individuals, most of whom he knew, yet suddenly Onora appeared—a person he’d never seen, which inevitably caused confusion.

However puzzled he was, when it’s time to strike, Leon would never hesitate.

When Sain Dungeon summoned him as a Church Spear, it also equipped him with his usual weapons, and at the moment, he appeared to be bristling with weapons.

After pondering, Leon finally pulled out the Wet Little Scythe.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.”

“#$,@%#*.”

The words he spoke turned into unintelligible gibberish in Onora’s ears.

What on earth is this guy saying?

Onora tilted her head; she initially intended to strike first and kill the new Church Spear upon its appearance.

But Leon’s aura differed vastly from the Painting World, making Onora hesitant, hence refraining from immediate action.

Before her, Leon’s attire was almost inscrutable—eccentrically bizarre, even visually offensive—prompting Onora to avert her gaze, yet she was also drawn to the Slave Headscarf.

A hood like the Mysterious Hooded Man? It seems the visitor harbors no good intentions; at least, they possess some skill.

Soul V’s attire was inherently daunting, and now Leon’s words turned into incomprehensible gibberish, amplifying the Pseudo-People vibe, necessitating caution.

Still waters run deep…

Onora inspected Leon, pondering that his bulky and weighty Armor might impede movement.

First, feign an attack to probe, then launch a fierce assault on his mobility-challenged areas!

Thinking thus, Onora acted, her left hand morphing into a whip, her right into a claw, her entire form resembling a Prototype killing machine, she lashed at Leon with the whip.

“%￥%…&%!” Leon said something unknown, skillfully using Sliding Step to dodge the whip’s strike, only to witness the flesh-formed whip splitting mid-air into numerous tendrils wrapping from multiple directions.

It appeared he couldn’t completely evade and was struck; a shattering noise erupted, causing his body to stiffen momentarily, barely dodging the claw’s attack with a Sliding Step.

The flesh tendrils recoiled back to Onora; post-attack, she grasped a rough understanding of Leon’s weaknesses.

Indeed, that bulky Armor proved more fragile than it appeared; her tendril seemingly pulled a fragment off his body moments ago.

Onora held a solid object, but upon realizing what it was, frowned, for it was not a fragment of the bulky Armor but rather a substantial Pot, from which, upon close listening…a Thunderbolt sound could be heard?

“Boom!”

The Thunder Pot in her grasp suddenly exploded, amidst the flickering lightning and stench flying in all directions, covering half her body; moreover, these sticky substances instantly dried under the lightning, impossible to shake off.

“Gag—”

For the first time, Onora smelled a stench so foul that surpassed the stimulation of Thunder itself, forcing a dry heave though she could roam freely in Fran Fort’s Abyss.

This was Leon’s Thunder Pot invention utilizing feces, both disgusting and combative.

While retching, Onora realized her weakness could be exploited for an attack by the enemy; she immediately stifled her nausea and glared at Leon.

Only to see the opponent standing motionless.

Not exactly motionless, just not having moved his steps.

He raised the Wet Little Scythe horizontally, evenly spreading Human Pine Resin on it, causing the scythe to emit a dark glow suddenly.

Why does this scene inexplicably feel so powerful?

It’s nothing; even if impressive but elusive, this guy’s real combat ability is lower than mine, merely posturing.

Onora exhibited an even more astounding speed, charging head-on to Leon, her hands resembling executioner long spears aiming at Leon’s unarmored neck, intending to stab there; if successful, she’d become the Pirate King.

To avoid injury, she also extended numerous tendrils to bind Leon’s arms, ensuring the combo attack was flawless.

However, in the next moment, she experienced a stinging pain of her flesh.

“!”

Onora’s body suddenly froze in mid-air!

That was absolute paralysis—unable to act, unable to defy, unable to perform any action—which, even if lasting but a brief moment, could be fatal!

And the root of all this came from the wet little scythe that pierced her abdomen.

Did he sever all my tendrils and launch an attack on me in an instant?

Onora was shocked; the level of this attack was completely different from the clumsy appearance Leon had shown earlier.

Combined with the previous poor performance of the Painting Messenger, Onora really fell into the trap.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Onora was struck down from mid-air and fell to the ground, and before she could regain her posture, she was hit again by the little scythe, once again falling into rigidity.

Every time she tried to retreat after recovering from rigidity, Leon always used a well-timed sliding step to relentlessly pursue her, perfectly maintaining the distance where the little scythe could reach her.

The resulting scene turned into her fleeing and Leon pursuing, making her feel trapped with no way out.

What kind of strange combat skill or magic is this! Why does it look so similar to Ring Capture!

Onora knew of Ring Capture, but not the wet little scythe, she had never seen this weapon before.

No, if it continues like this, she’ll be comboed to death, even if the damage of the wet little scythe is negligible to her, it’s too humiliating.

In the next moment she could move, she didn’t choose to retreat but instead unleashed bone spines with full force, finally forcing Leon to retreat.

Great! Next is my coun—

She had just felt a surge of ambition to launch a counterattack against Leon.

But she saw Leon draw the reverse sword from his waist and swiftly slashed out, the resulting sword qi deliberately detonating a dung pot he had left there, creating a dark green gas.

A symbol of rage appeared on Onora’s forehead.

“Why are you running!”

Onora didn’t immediately pursue, instead she summoned a blood and flesh clone of herself to flank Leon from both sides.

Leon smoothly executed a hound step to successfully evade her and the clone’s combined skills, casually dropping a flame pot at his original position.

Onora refused to be thwarted and pursued again, finally managing to shoot a luminous stone swift magic gravel that hit Leon’s back, but he skillfully evaded the damage with a hidden mist fierce bird, even using it to unleash sword qi at her from mid-air.

They engaged in a marathon inside the church, yet she could not catch up to him!

Must I stop chasing for it to end?

Onora had just stopped in her tracks when Leon suddenly turned around with a continuous brave lion slash, pursuing her aggressively.

Brave lion slash, followed by hound step, followed by another brave lion slash, then swift slash; he aimed to leave her with nowhere to escape.

Now he wielded the shattered star great sword belonging to the Shattered Star General Latan, styled in a Soul V outfit wielding two great swords, creating an extraordinary sense of oppression.

Onora seized the opportunity to counterattack again, but Leon dodged, and she foresaw that further evasion would worsen the situation, so she chose to chase.

Then, “Boom!”

The ground suddenly collapsed, and she fell into a pit trap!

“Cough, cough, cough, what is this!”

When did that bastard Church Spear make this pit!

This time, Onora was thoroughly enraged.

Abyssal power flowed from her hands, denser than in any previous battle; she entered a state of complete fury, determined to shred her enemy into pieces!

“*%@#*!”

Upon witnessing the abyss, Leon, who had been fighting joyously, suddenly halted his cheerful stride, taking a glance at Onora.

“Tremble before the power of the abyss.”

Leon did indeed shiver a bit, but seemingly because he was fetching something from within his armor.

He pulled out a fingerprint stone shield from nowhere.

“Bang! Bang!”

Leon forcefully knocked the fingerprint stone shield with the ant sting rapier in his hand, producing a strong, clear sound.

For some reason.

These two weapons suddenly gave him an oppressive aura akin to the Ember King.