Pseudo-Villaines

Final Round

The man felt a chill run through his body when he saw Jean's smile. His instincts told him he was in danger. Panic struck his heart. Without him noticing, cold sweat flowed and his body trembled.

He waits. What's gonna happen to her? Why didn't the enemy attack him immediately? In this kind of situation, he could have taken advantage of the gap his opponent made and took the initiative to attack first. But why can't he do it?

Instead of attacking, the young man he knew named Jean stuck out and opened his palm. Just then, his eyes saw a strange wave of blood-red energy gathering on Jean's palm. At the same time, he felt that the flow of energy that had been continuously entering him began to decrease significantly.

"Buck, what are you really doing!?"

Although she screamed, Jean did not answer. The young man remained casually gathering the energy centered above his palm and began to solidify. After that, he began to speak.

"You know, that one soul has absolutely no meaning. If within each soul contained an energy, then the souls of the weak would have absolutely no price.

"But hey, what happens if there are more than thousands if not hundreds of thousands of weak souls gathered into one? Although not so extraordinary, the accumulated energy was enough to blow up and annihilate an empire if utilized properly."

Slowly, a crystal formed from a wisp of energy. The crystal is dark red. As soon as the crystal in Jean's hand was perfectly formed, he threw it into his [Spatial Storage].

"Souls that had been turned into energy could also be used to increase cultivation at a drastic speed. You know, the power that just now flows into you comes from these poor souls. Unfortunately, your body and soul won't be able to hold all of this."

Jean joined her palms together and wove her fingers together. After breathing a rather long breath, he then looked at himself who was unable to say and do anything.

"Szymon Krzys, your role is done. I don't really understand who's behind all this. But clearly, you are nothing more than a disposable pawn that will be thrown away someday."

Hearing Jean's words, a sense of surprise and anger immediately died. First, Jean was right. It was Szymon Krzys. Second, he could not help but be angry that he was considered a pawn by a person who actually knew nothing!

Encouraged by his impulsiveness, Szymon lunges at Jean for the second time. Seeing this, Jean smiled again.

"Stupid has its limits too, Krzys. The one you are now will never be able to touch me. Not even with all the power you got today."

Not hearing what Jean said, Szymon ran towards his opponent getting louder. There was only one he thought of. Shut the fuck up and finish that motherfucker! No one should know that he is the culprit behind all these events.

However, before Szymon managed to grab Jean......

"[Million of Deadly Bullet]."

The energy around Jean solidified, forming particles as small as dust. Even so, the particle was much harder than adamantium, the strongest metal in the world. Not for a second, Jean exhaled those millions of particles in all directions at supersonic speed.

The result was enormous destruction within a one-kilometer radius around Jean. All buildings, no matter how strong the foundation and walls were, were smashed to pieces. The debris crashed in all directions violently.

No one, no matter how high his cultivation level, survived Jean's attack. All the members of the [Cult of Savior] who were hiding behind buildings, streets, trees, and other places within a kilometer radius of where Jean was, died instantly.

Szymon is not an exception. Shortly before Jean's attack is unleashed, she uses all her remaining mana to protect herself. Honey, he's a complete failure. The shield he made was not strong enough to withstand Jean's rampage. His whole body was destroyed. All that was left was a lump of flesh that was scattered.

"Not as hard as I imagined. I'm sure anyone or anyone who believes in your power will be disappointed, Szymon Krzys."