“With my blood….”
After seeing the opponent’s attack, hopelessness surfaced on Jayden’s face. He used the same method as before and smeared his blood on the green badge.
In an instant, the green vine shield turned into a red giant one.
“The energy in your badge should deplete soon huh? Even if you use your blood as a substitute how long can you last?!”
Bosain shouted and sent countless needles flying towards Jayden.
*Bang!*
The red shield exploded and the innumerable needles pierced Jayden’s body.
With countless holes present all over his body, Jayden was immediately dyed red. Regret and disbelief filled his face as he fell slowly to the ground.
“Hu hu…” Bosain was panting somewhat loudly at this moment. He turned around and faced Leylin.
“Well done! You did not attack me with him earlier!” With a sinister smile, Bosain pointed at Jayden who laid within a pool of blood.
“I, the heir to the Lilytell Family, the pride of Abyssal Bone Forest Academy, the silver white swordsman Bosain will grant you your preferred choice of death!”
As he spoke, a commiserating yet toying expression appeared on his face; he was like a lion or tiger who was playing with a rabbit.
“Choice… Way to die….” Leylin squeezed out a smile, “Mister Bosain, I don’t quite understand you!”
“My meaning is extremely clear, you can only die here!” Bosain’s expression was cold, “The inheritance of the Great Magus Serholm is too important. I cannot allow the possibility of you leaking any information!”
“Originally, as a genius in Potioneering, you had a bright future. What a pity…” Bosain looked at Leylin regretfully, as if feeling sorry for his plight.
“Perhaps, you would like to end your own life … It might reduce some of the pain…”
Bosain edged closer and closer to Leylin, his voice gentle yet enticing.
There seemed to be a magical force in his voice, luring Leylin to do things the way he said.
Leylin’s eyes went blank, his lips unconsciously formed the following, “I want to…”
“It’s going to be a success!” exclaimed Bosain, gleefully.
At that moment, Leylin raised his head and grinned, revealing a pair of bright and shiny teeth, he said, “I want you dead!”
*Bang!*
A silver streak flew from Leylin’s hand onto Bosain’s face.
Shock filled Bosain’s face, but a layer of liquid metal automatically formed a mask, protecting his face.
*Ka-Cha!* The silver light skid against the mask, emitting sparks.
“A pity that it’s a Magic Artifact with instantaneous defensive capabilities!”
Leylin looked at Bosain who was retreating, his face showed a hint of regret and disappointment.
“You… You were pretending earlier!” Bosain touched his face which had already swollen, and his expression began to contort.
“Such a boring illusory spell! I was not afraid of it when I was a Level 2 Acolyte!”
Leylin smiled brightly, “This look suits you very well! Like a pig head!”
“You’re seeking death!”
Bosain’s face was flushed from anger; the liquid metal crept and covered his whole body, forming a silver armour.
His eyes were a little bloodshot as he brandished his longsword and charged towards Leylin.
“I want to pluck each and every tendon from your body, you useless trash who only knows Potioneering!”
“Oh really?”
Leylin frowned. A black longbow appeared in his hands and a frost arrow was shot.
*Sssii!* Bosain did not dodge nor hide, letting the arrow land on his body.
The frost arrow was blocked by the silver armour and turned into a white mist that covered the surface of Bosain’s armour.
Suffering from its effect, Bosain’s speed had lowered somewhat.
“I have been watching you all along — all the potions in your bag should have been fully used up, am I right?” Bosain smiled maliciously, directly rushing at Leylin.
“An accurate guess!”
Leylin’s smile did not waver, which suddenly made Bosain feel a bad premonition.
“It is unfortunate, but my trump card is not related to potions!”
“Fallen Star Pendant! Activate!”
Along with Leylin’s command, a layer of silver-grey light radiated from his body.
This layer seemed like starlight, dim but sturdy and unwavering. It covered Leylin’s body forming a silver-grey armour all over him. On the surface of this armour, a few gems were flickering.
*Bang!*
Bosain struck with his longsword, but he was blocked directly and grabbed by Leylin’s right hand, which was covered by the armour. Following which, Leylin viciously punched Bosain’s face!
*Ka-Cha!*
The mask on Bosain’s face dented inwards and he immediately spat out several teeth as he flew backwards with a look of disbelief on his face.
“As expected using fists to hit someone feels the best!”
Leylin narrows his eyes and spoke with some satisfaction.
*Hua La La!* Bosain crashed into a few empty bookshelves and they toppled over him. Numerous decomposing wooden boards buried Bosain within the rubble.
*Bang!* The wooden boards were blasted away. Once again Bosain stood before Leylin with his bright silver armour.
“I have underestimated you! A defensive type Magic Artifact! You are actually the one amongst us with the most secrets!”
Bosain’s face now was extremely solemn. However, with two swollen lumps on both sides of his face, Leylin felt like laughing when he saw him.
“Too much nonsensical stuff has been said!”
Leylin’s muscles bulged and he clashed with Bosain.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
Booming noises sounded from the study room, sending dust flying everywhere. Through the barely visible dust screen, two humanoid creatures wearing armour could be seen charging at each other.
These two creatures seemed not to be afraid of injuries. They only used the most brutal and barbaric fighting style — completely forsaking their defence, each one simply attacked his opponent.
Bookshelves collapsed continuously and chaos ensued.
If not for the two creatures deliberately avoiding the middle study-table containing the remnants, it, too, would have shared the fate of those bookshelves.
With the seconds turning into minutes, it could be seen that the human figure — the one with the bright silver armour — seemed to be at a disadvantage. The white light on it, too, had somewhat dimmed.
Finally, with a punch from the person armoured a silver-grey, the bright silver armour broke, turning back into its liquid metal form, and then it was restored to its original ball-shaped form.
Leylin once again stomped on Bosain who was on the floor.
*Crack!*, the sound of breaking bones could be heard from Bosain’s chest.
After which, a shoe coated in silver-grey light nonchalantly stepped on his chest.
One corner of Bosain’s lips was overflowing with blood, “I regret this! If only my scroll was still here, if only I didn’t use ‘silver light’ so many times earlier!”
*Ka-Cha!*
Leylin’s eyes were devoid of emotion. He showed no quarter towards Bosain and withdrew a dagger from his robes and severed all 4 of Bosain’s limbs.
“Arghh….”
Bosain’s facial muscles contorted, and cries of anguish reverberated in the whole study room.
Leylin kicked the severed limbs away and took out a hemostasis potion, after which he took out a hemostasis potion and poured it on Bosain’s wound — he wasn’t going to let Bosain bleed to death.
“You…Just kill me!” Bosain’s face was extremely pale as he forced the words out from his mouth.
“How could I have the audacity to kill a member of the mighty Lilytell Family?”
Ley
lin smiled slightly, yet to Bosain, it seemed to be a very sinister and sadistic smile.
“As the heir of a Magus Family, you would definitely have some tracking spell cast on you by an official Magus. It is very likely that once I killed you, that official Magus would be able to sense it!”
Leylin spoke slowly. At the same time, Bosain’s expression turned completely ashen.
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Upon seeing the sight of Bosain collapsed on the ground, Leylin did not feel any pleasure.
“You were a worthy opponent — your strength, your equipment, and even your cunning are highly admirable and hard to overcome! Concealing my strength, draining the energy of your Magic Artifact and making you use all of your trump cards — if I had not done all these, today’s victor could certainly have been reversed…”
These were sincere words from Leylin.
If he hadn’t disguised himself as a pig but one that could eat a tiger and saw that Bosain had drained the energy of his Magic Artifact “Silver Light” and also the opportunities that made Bosain reveal his trump cards, the outcome of the battle between Leylin and Bosain would have been rewritten.
But ultimately, Bosain was killed at the hands of Leylin. Even his death could not be decided by himself.
This time’s affair caused Leylin to understand this fact.
In the Magus World, there were innumerable geniuses and even more trump cards. In the future, unless necessary, it was better if he kept a low profile.
Moreover, every one more trump card one has is equivalent to a little more odds of survival.
“You will certainly be found by my father; you will die an unbearable and miserable death…” As Bosain was speaking, his eyes suddenly bulged.
*Pu!* A bright silvery flash occurred as Leylin’s arms moved, and Bosain’s tongue was cut off!
“As far as acolytes are concerned, so long as they can chant incantations, they are dangerous…”
Leylin, unenthusiastically looking at Bosain who was on the verge of fainting, said, “As I was saying, even though your Spiritual Force and Magic Power has all been consumed, I must not let down my guard!”
“Bind!”
Leylin chanted an incantation and immediately summoned a shadow chain and bound Bosain who had lost his four limbs.
Bosain looked at Leylin who could still cast spells, and his eyes dimmed.
The fact that Leylin could still cast spells meant that his Spiritual Force and Magic Power was above that of Bosain, yet Bosain already had the Spiritual Force criteria to advance into an official Magus!
“Just one safety lock isn’t enough!”
Leylin frowned and placed the tip of his long, pure white finger on Bosain’s forehead and pressed.
*Weng!*
A mysterious writhing rune was formed at Leylin’s fingertip. It coursed through Bosain’s body and entered the forehead area.
Bosain’s eyes flashed white and his body spasmed, before fainting.
“Alright now!”
Leylin stood up and patted his hands, his eyes showing an unspeakable amount of desire.
“Right now, there only thing left is the inheritance of the Great Magus Serholm!”
The light from the Fallen Star Pendant had always covered Leylin’s body. With a face full of wariness, he crossed over many fallen shelves and came to the centre where the study desk was.
On the study desk, there was a black box. On it was a few thin patterns, as if formed by little snakes.
“Adjust the Fallen Star Pendant’s form and change focus area: right hand!”
Along with Leylin’s command, the grey light on his body flickered and the other areas apart from the right hand dimmed. It all gathered on the fight hand, forming a thick armour.
Leylin gritted his teeth and reached out his right hand to open the black box.
*Pa!* The lid of the black box was opened. However it exceeded Leylin’s expectations and nothing happened.
In the box was a thick, black book. As for the other empty areas in the box, it was filled with a type of red silk, looking extravagant.
Leylin picked up the book. *Ka-Cha!* A mechanical sound reverberated throughout the room.
“Damn it!”
Leylin looked at the bottom of the interior of the box after taking the book and was somewhat stupefied.
At the bottom, where after the black book was removed, a Byron language sentence was written in cursive font. “Inheritor! When you take away this ‘Book of Giant Serpent’, the whole secret plane will self-destruct within 3 hourglasses worth of time.”
This row of words was written in blood and seemed extremely striking.
“What exactly was this Great Magus Serholm trying to do?”
Leylin’s thoughts rapidly spun. The 3 hourglasses worth of time was enough for him to find an exit and even farm some of the flowers in the garden before leaving.
“No! Not right. Too easy! There’s something wrong!”
Leylin hurriedly flipped open the Book of Giant Serpent.
“A.I. Chip! Record information!”
The whole book was extremely thick and was written in tiny characters. It was even written in code. If it was any other person, he would most likely not be able to even finish reading the preface of the book before the time of 3 hourglasses was up.
However, Leylin was different. He flipped through the Book of Giant Serpent in a frenzy. In his eyes a blue light surfaced, and the A.I. Chip continuously recorded the information.
In less than the time of half an hourglass, Leylin already flipped through the Book of Giant Serpent once.
“A.I. Chip! How is it going?”
[Information sort is in progress…. Deleting useless information obtained the real content from the Book of Giant Serpent!]
[667 pages of travel notes, 78 experiment notes, 12 Rank 1 spell models, 3 Rank 2 spell models!]
The A.I. Chip quickly sent the information to Leylin’s brain.
“It isn’t there! There is no information about a high-grade meditation technique!” Leylin realised this crucial point.
“According to the vengeful spirit, Roman, the Great Magus Serholm had indeed left a copy of high-grade meditation technique! This reward is considered extremely bountiful to normal acolytes and even Rank 1 Magi. However without the high-grade meditation technique, it’s a failure!”
[Alert! Alert! The host is in a place with unstable energy and it is estimated to collapse in 15minutes 45seconds, counting down…]
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