Chapter 94: Surrounding and Killing Kyle
Having only run a few steps, Kyle noticed the attack from mid-air from his reflection on the ground.
He immediately flipped to the left, rolling over.
"Can you let me go? Let's be friends, why fight like this!" Kyle shouted.
He secretly stuffed a bunch of capsules of different shapes and colors into his mouth.
As he stood up, he crushed a cross-shaped capsule, spraying a mouthful of clear water mist at the black, corroded ceremonial blade he held in his remaining right hand.
The blade lost some of its blackness, turning gray.
Kyle dodged Old Lamp's attack, his long arm striking the tree trunk in front of him with a muffled thud, tearing a bowl-sized gash in the trunk.
"Okay, heh heh."
Old Lamp's arms were like two freely controlled, telepathic whips, lashing out at Kyle.
Kyle bit into another diamond-shaped capsule, spitting out a white mist. The ceremonial blade seemed to gain an invisible sharpness.
He swung the blade to block Old Lamp's arm as it swung again.
"Then stop, man! Stop hitting me!"
Old Lamp's arm, pressed tightly against the ceremonial blade, twisted into an arc, bending down like a snake, striking Kyle's shoulder with a loud thud. Kyle's left shoulder caved in.
"Okay, heh heh."
Old Lamp's arm, seemingly cut by the corroded blade (which looked like a fire poker), had a bloody gash, dripping blood.
His arm movements changed, losing some of their explosive power and gaining more agility. Instead of touching the blade, he circled and lashed out at Kyle.
"Okay, okay, are you fucking stupid? I'm begging you, okay? Can't you speak normal English?"
Kyle, wielding the ceremonial blade, blocked three blows in succession before he could no longer withstand them.
Now missing his left hand, the gaping wound on his left leg had doubled in size in a short time, causing excruciating pain and reducing his strength by at least 50%.
He bit into another maple leaf-shaped capsule and sprayed purple mist at the blade, instantly igniting purple flames.
The flames slightly reached the corner of Old Lamp's sleeve, seemingly about to entangle him, but Old Lamp reacted quickly, retracting his arm like lightning, and tearing off his sleeve with his other hand to barely dodge.
"Heh heh."
The corners of the black holes on Old Lamp's face seemed to curl up even higher, his grin becoming more pronounced.
At this moment, his mind was clear, and his limbs were under his control, only his facial expressions and words were beyond his control.
Looking at the ceremonial blade in Kyle's hand, he felt a little regretful. He only had the confidence to take off one of the opponent's hands during a surprise attack, and hadn't chosen the blade because he felt it was already damaged.
However, the purple flames didn't seem to last long, extinguishing after only two breaths, and had also damaged the blade, with the thinnest part already carbonized.
Kyle seemed to know all this as well. The instant Old Lamp retreated, he plunged the ceremonial blade upside down into the ground, chewed up all the capsules in his mouth, and sprayed a large cloud of multicolored mist onto the blade.
Freezing, toxic mist, corrosion, and noxious gas formed a temporary barrier, and Kyle ran off in the direction without trees.
Old Lamp circled around, chasing after him frantically, but without trees, his speed decreased exponentially.
As Kyle hurriedly fled, another unused bottle of liquid appeared in his hand, identical to the half-bottle Old Lamp had taken. A pang of regret flashed in his eyes.
He planned to spray it directly on his body; such a method would be wasteful.
He only had two bottles of this liquid that could cleanse evil spirits, and he usually wouldn't use a single drop, but the wound on his leg had spread to the size of his foot, and he couldn't delay any longer.
Whoosh!
A flash of cold steel sliced through the air, shooting diagonally from beneath the ground directly in front of Kyle, grazing his right wrist, and disappearing into the distance without slowing down.
The whistling sound of the weapon only rang out as his right hand left his wrist; the speed was simply too fast.
A dark figure wearing a Reaper mask darted out from beneath the ground thirty feet in front of Kyle—it was Marcus.
He hadn't revealed himself immediately after arriving, but instead observed Kyle's movements.
First of all, Kyle was definitely a smart man, so he definitely had an escape plan. Old Lamp's speed in the trees had already been demonstrated, and while the other three sides were lined with trees, only this direction led to the town, and the trees had been cleared.
He had chosen to set a trap in this direction, but after only digging briefly, Kyle had already rushed over, especially since he was holding a bottle of what looked like a very useful liquid.
It was like a stray dog carrying a thousand dollars, running aimlessly through the streets in the middle of the night—it looked incredibly tempting.
Marcus wasn't confident in his marksmanship, and a ranged weapon might damage the liquid. He also didn't want to expose his storage capacity by pulling out a bulky weapon in front of Old Lamp, since everyone's personal space was only one cubic meter.
So, the instant Kyle charged forward, Marcus threw a sharp-edged throwing disc, the perfect cutting weapon with a wide enough range.
This was a leftover disc from when he built the security room for Ruby in the Tomie world; the storage did have quite a lot of miscellaneous items.
He now takes a sustenance pill once a day, so he's fine even without eating; he only eats a little to satisfy his appetite.
The moment he stood up after throwing the disc, his hands didn't stop.
A series of items flew out, including a tripwire, a weighted net, a metal mesh, and a stun grenade.
"Not again!"
Kyle cried out in despair, but before he could finish, he was hit by a barrage of projectiles and sent flying twenty feet away, the rest of his words forced back down.
Marcus quickly stepped forward, a pair of tongs appearing in his hand. He picked up the liquid from Kyle's severed hand and stored it in his personal space.
"Can you give me a way out? I have information on a behind-the-scenes plot character. I can't continue participating in the main storyline like this, so I won't pose a threat to you."
Kyle seemed to swallow blood, speaking weakly but urgently.
Marcus looked at his "good nephew" Kyle, whose left leg was half-bone.
He felt that with his powerful regenerative abilities, this strange injury shouldn't pose a threat to him.
So he slightly raised his eyes and nodded gently.
Kyle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, bound to the ground by the net, and gave a bitter laugh.
Before Kyle could even let out a second bitter laugh,
a figure with arms raised high in the sky landed on his back with a leap, slapping his hands on the temples on either side of his helmet.
The large hands completely covered his head, and with a burst of sparks, the helmet shattered into pieces, leaving his neck bare, while Kyle's body went limp.
Why bother!
His uncle was standing right in front of him and he didn't even recognize him; incredibly unfilial.
Marcus's nod just now wasn't agreement with Kyle's words, but rather a signal to Old Lamp, who had arrived, to take action.
Thank you everyone for your recent support and comments; I've seen them all.
(End of Chapter)
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