Chapter 244 - 245: Nice Warm Up
"Why are you so loud? Just shut your trap and die in my hands." Quinn was feeling irritated by his non-stop squirming and shouts.
"Hehe, well well... I didn’t kill you because I found out something good." Boris stopped. He was shocked that his innate skill was almost penetrated by the strange fire, but he controlled his face. Showing a weakness is a grave mistake when fighting—it’s a fool’s act and the best way to die.
"I don’t know what you are talking about, but it’s not my problem." He wanted to go along with this farce... there was no need to mention that he killed his son, because the bloodlust he exerted was enough to make a normal human die.
"You don’t need to know; a pathetic fool like you is just a bottom feeder." Boris then stared in the direction where his wives were located. "Heh, I don’t know how, but you sure got ama--"
"Space Cut.."
Srkkkk!!!
"Arggh!!!!" Boris screamed in agony after a sudden cut tore right through to his head... thankfully, he managed to block the cut by sacrificing his arm.
It was severed completely while the purple Fiery Fire ravaged his flesh... turning his arm into a black charcoal of flesh.
"You talk too much.." Quinn was a hypocrite, of course. He wouldn’t let any shit talk about his wives... he would fuck and take those unsatisfied MILFs, but he would never share them with others—not even a bad mouth or a dirty glance.
"You really want to die!!" Boris wasn’t fast enough to react to the Space Cut; it was so fast that his ultimate reflexes were useless.
"Then kill me if you can. Heh, do you want to hear the pleas of your son before he died?" Quinn taunted the deranged man. He didn’t know what kind of plot the man was planning, but it was best to assume the worst.
"Arghh! You piece of shit! Now I’m not gonna play anymore... you are dead now!" Boris’s body transformed into humongous silver flesh. The arm that was severed was healed—get this, not the flesh itself, but through his innate skill. It wouldn’t heal properly, never... healing a cut from that fire was an impossible endeavor.
"Now it’s getting serious." Quinn cracked his neck, blinking backward as a blow came wheezing right toward his face.
The punch was enormous—his body would be swallowed whole if he got hit.
KA-BOOOOM!!
Boris’s eyes were blood red, locking a single devastating punch onto the place where Quinn once stood.
There was a gaping weakness to his innate skills, as they were more versatile and not built for heavy prolonged battles.
That was also the reason why his family was second to the weakest—because of their support-based skills.
"INSECT! DON’T RUN AWAY LIKE ONE!!"
"Heh, say that to your dead son. You look so pitiful for a family head." Quinn blinked again to escape from the volley of attacks.
"SERIES!! First Fold - Silver Domain!!!" Boris raised his hand and drilled his punch into the ground in the blink of an eye.
’This is harder than I thought.’ Quinn cursed as the surroundings, the environment, and the whole area turned into a pure silver platform.
"Second Fold - SILVER WEAPONS!!" Boris roared again, as countless weapons materialized throughout the entire world of silver.
"NOW DIE!!!"
"Space Cut, Ghost Fade.." Quinn mumbled. The domain twisted under a complete arc of a spatial cut.
The rain of weapons suddenly stopped as they melted into complete dark metal when Quinn used his fire again. Meanwhile, his body disappeared entirely, causing the remaining weapons to fail to stab his flesh.
"Heh, how long do you think you can keep up in my domain?! You are a fool to think that you can escape from your death!" Boris summoned another rain of weapons again.
Though the energy consumption of the domain was astronomical, he was confident he could end the battle as fast as possible.
"..." Quinn only stayed silent, blinking from space to space... using Ghost Fade took too much mana from his reserves, so it was better to keep blinking.
’Befitting for a family head... not bad. Now it’s time to use my 75%..’ Quinn was bored. He had expected a blood-curdling battle against the family head of the Silverglade—the one who hunted him down—but it turned out to be absolute shit.
"Cold Blood... Blink... Death Mark... Space Cut... and purple Fiery Fire.." Quinn used the best combination he could make. His muscles bulged out and veins ran through his entire arm.
Then, like a grim reaper... he blinked right above the humongous head as a brand new arc of purple light burst out.
A guillotine strike to end the life of the family head..
Sriikk!!!!!
There was no resistance as the cut went through, slicing the neck completely clean..
Thud!!!
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Boris’s massive, silver-coated head hit the gleaming ground with a heavy, metallic crash.
His bloodshot eyes remained wide open in pure disbelief, staring up at the dark sky as his domain trembled violently around them.
"Im...impossible..." Boris gasped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The silver fluid that normally allowed him to regenerate was completely neutralised by the purple Fiery Fire, which quickly ate away at his neck, turning his flesh and silver energy into rising ash.
"I am... the head... of Silverglade..."
Quinn landed softly beside the severed head, his boots making a quiet thud against the melting silver floor.
He didn’t even bother to look down at the dying man with respect; instead, he casually rested the flaming edge of Bringer over his shoulder.
"You talked way too much for someone with stats like yours," Quinn said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Your domain was nice to look at, but your attacks were weak. You should have spent less time talking shit about my wives and more time training."
"Cursed... insect..." Boris choked out his final words as the purple fire devoured his face entirely. Within seconds, his life force shattered, leaving behind nothing but a pile of black soot.
With the master of the domain dead, the silver world cracked like thin glass.
CRACK! BOOM!
The bright silver platform shattered into thousands of harmless energy motes, revealing the dark, scorched forest once again. The air cleared, and the quiet stillness of the night returned.
Quinn took a deep breath, letting his bulged muscles relax as he deactivated Cold Blood. He checked his status for a quick moment, feeling a satisfying surge of experience and raw energy entering his core from the death of a Tier 4 Family Head.
From the safety of Neko’s protective fur barrier, his five MILFs looked out at the cleared battlefield. Their eyes were wide with awe as they saw Quinn standing tall amidst the ashes of their former enemy, completely unbothered and unharmed.
Quinn turned around, a mischievous smirk returning to his handsome face as he looked toward the carriage.
"Well, that was a nice warm-up. Now, where were we before this clown interrupted us?"