Pseudo-Villaines
The Culprit (3)
The strange rain of liquid still continued. But fewer victims. Not because the effect is decreasing, but more and more people are becoming victims. Please note, the range of rain is very wide and not limited to the city of Krakov only.
"The goal has been reached. This rain is no longer necessary."
Jean snapped her finger. The rain that had hit the city of Krakov and several other areas suddenly stopped. The blood-red magic circle that covered the sky, disappeared just like that.
"Stopped? What are you doing?"
The man in the robes asked Jean. But he did not get the answer he expected. Jean just smiled a little.
"Cih, you lowly. I don't know who you are. But clearly, you're not that strong. You're just being lucky to have killed some of my men."
The man pulled out his sword, followed by his men. Frontal, he attacked Jean without hesitation, as if the young man before him was no stronger than the woman he had been after.
He was already very confident that the swing of his sword had hit Jean with precision. With a satisfied look, he drew his sword and looked at the blade. But how surprised he was when he did not see a single blood patch on his sword.
'Not hit!? But why?'
Unfinished he digested what was really going on, he saw all the heads of his men falling to the ground, separated from their necks. A second later, blood gushed from their necks, showering the man.
"I guess you really didn't learn huh. I think seeing your two best men I killed will make you realize that I'm not that weak. It turns out you're more of an idiot than I thought."
Hearing the provocation directed at him, the man looked extremely angry. The aura of hatred and anger around him grew stronger. The pressure felt around him also grew.
"Don't underestimate me, you bastard! Just because you managed to dodge one of my attacks doesn't mean you're strong!"
Behind the hood he was wearing, the man could not hide his surprised expression. How could a person younger and weaker than himself be able to stop such a powerful slash so easily!?
Without spending much time, he takes a distance from Jean. He immediately made ten black-colored fire spears and shot them towards Jean.
Leisurely, Jean swung her hand. Ten black fire spears shot towards him, bouncing in various directions before it could hit him. Some hit the ground, making explosions and sizable holes. Some hit the building, causing it to explode, burn, then collapse.
Despite his surprise, the man did not have much time to sink into his shock. He immediately created hundreds of black fire arrows on Jean's head. But there was not the slightest trace of panic on his face.
Hundreds of black fire arrows attacked Jean from all directions, ready to annihilate herself and her soul without a remnant. A violent explosion occurred when all the black fire arrows touched Jean, flying the entire building within a radius of 100 meters.
"Haha! Feel it, loser! That's what happens if you play around with me!!"
The man laughed loosely seeing his opponent being blown up and burned by his fire arrow. He had to use most of his mana. But the results he got correspond to what he put out.
But gradually, his laughter subsided. Replaced by a look of surprise, hate, then fear. From behind the fire and the smoke that was headed, a young man came out from there, without being scratched in the slightest. Not even with his shirt.
"A good one. But just like that won't be enough to kill me. Anyway, I don't have much time. So let's finish this fight as soon as we can."
Jean, who came out from behind a puff of smoke and fire, smiled. But his smile was different this time. A cold and vile smile.
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The next chapter is the final battle. Welcome to wait 🥰
