bookbashuk Chapter 105 Too Hard to Kill
Chapter 105 Too Hard to Kill
Yelena nodded. "Normally it will take some effort, but overall, defeating you shouldn't be too difficult."
Eugene's face flushed red. He raised the longsword he had just drawn from his shoulder. "You're all talk! As a swordsman, to have your weapon taken from you by the enemy—don't you feel ashamed?"
"This sword is really sharp, noticeably different from the previous ones. It must be quite valuable, right? Watch me break it right in front of you!"
Yelena was speechless. You call this stealing?
Doesn't your shoulder hurt?
She glanced behind Eugene again and chuckled, "I'm activating my ability. What are you waiting for?"
Eugene paused. "What do you mean?"
"How about we check what's behind us first?"
Eugene sneered, "You think I'd fall for that? Say goodbye to your sword!"
He held the sword hilt in one hand and gripped the blade with the other, about to exert force.
Bang!
The ground behind Eugene, which had bulged to its limit, suddenly exploded, and the powerful shockwave sent him flying, his longsword flying from his hand.
"Explosion? When?!" Eugene, who was blasted into the air, was shocked.
Yelena raised her hand and caught the longsword.
At the same time, the ground and rocks below Eugene rapidly bulged up.
Eugene landed on the rock, which continued to expand, pushing him to a higher place.
He hurriedly rolled off the sphere, and before he could even catch his breath, his crocodile face made intimate contact with the ground, which had expanded to its limit.
Boom!
Eugene was blown into the air again.
Seeing this, Yelena smiled.
Delayed blasting.
The inorganic matter around her that she had poked or touched became potential explosives, which she could detonate at any time.
The only downside is that it takes one or two seconds to inflate an object to its maximum size, and the inflation process is quite noisy.
While chatting with Eugene, she activated her ability to deliberately slow down the expansion of the ground behind him, minimizing the noise.
As expected, this guy didn't notice.
The area within a few hundred meters was riddled with minefields. Yelena strolled over them leisurely, keeping her eyes fixed on Eugene's landing spot, and continuously activated her abilities.
Boom!
Every time Eugene lands, he is blown back into the air.
The blood spurting from his mouth didn't even have time to drip before it was blown into mist by the powerful shockwave.
The explosion lasted for a full minute.
When the last patch of ground expanded to its limit, and there were no more impacts coming from the surrounding area, Eugene fell face down into the pile of rocks.
At the same time, Yelena, who had calculated Eugene's landing point, appeared in front of the pile of stones and thrust her longsword into his throat!
Eugene's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled continuously, yet he couldn't move an inch.
His entire body was repeatedly battered by the shockwave and flying rocks dozens of times, leaving him almost unable to move.
Puff!
With a powerful, charged strike, the sword precisely pierced Eugene's throat, which was unprotected by scales and bone plates. The blade continued to penetrate until the hilt was pressed against Eugene's skin.
"Uh..." Eugene slowly closed his eyes.
Yelena strained her wrist, intending to draw her sword, when Eugene's eyes snapped open!
He raised his neck and opened his blood-red mouth to bite Yelena's head!
This movement caused even more blood to spill from his neck, but Eugene seemed completely oblivious.
His eyes were soaked with blood, and all that remained was madness!
Yelena loosened her grip on the sword hilt and quickly retreated.
Eugene propped himself up and continued to bite down, displaying a ferocious posture as if he wouldn't stop until he tore his target to pieces.
As Yelena retreated, she drew her revolver from her waist and pulled the trigger toward his gaping mouth.
boom! boom! boom!
After firing three shots, seeing that Eugene was relentlessly firing, he simply threw the gun into Eugene's mouth.
Yelena continued to retreat until a muffled explosion reached her ears.
Looking up, Eugene's head appeared to have swelled up, then quickly returned to its original size.
The revolver exploded in his mouth.
"puff!"
A large amount of blood gushed from Eugene's mouth. He took two trembling steps forward and his eyelids slowly closed.
Bang!
Eugene reverted to human form and lay face down on the ground.
Ten seconds later, Eugene remained motionless.
Yelena scanned with her Observation Haki but could not sense any aura.
He stepped forward, turned the man over, and pulled his sword from his throat.
I reached out and checked my carotid artery, holding it there for ten seconds, but couldn't feel a pulse at all.
She nodded. Yes, he must really be dead.
I startled her just now.
What normal person could launch a surprise attack after having their neck pierced?
Even a brief moment of lucidity before death is terrifying.
Animals are indeed incredibly resilient.
I wonder if I'll be that hard to kill... Yelena shuddered, ptooey! She would never stoop to that level.
After cleaning the bloodstains off the blade, Yelena deactivated her polar bear form and dragged Eugene's body toward the dock.
Today is the end of the month, and the items will refresh tomorrow. Let's see how many attribute points this guy can bring her.
If you die more than seven days ago, your attributes will be halved. If you die only one day ago, it shouldn't have much of an impact.
As Yelena walked, she stopped. A slender figure appeared a few dozen meters ahead of her.
It's Robin.
Her eyes widened in surprise. Why was Robin here? Was he here to help?
He's quite kind-hearted.
"There's quite a commotion coming from here; it really is you guys fighting."
Robin's gaze lingered briefly on the corpse on the ground, her pupils trembling slightly. "You defeated a supernova so quickly, Miss Halloween. Your strength far exceeds my expectations."
As she spoke, she circled around Yelena, clicking her tongue in amazement, "You didn't even get injured. I bet even if the president himself came, it wouldn't be any easier for you."
Yelena chuckled and shook her head. "I'm not that strong. My arms are so tired I can barely lift them. Why don't you help me drag him to the dock?"
On par with the president?
Sister, you have no idea about the president's abilities.
If it were Old Sha himself, he probably would have taken down Gustav Eugene in one move.
"Good luck, do it yourself."
Six arms emerged from Yelena's back, massaging her shoulders and arms respectively.
Robin herself distanced herself from her, clearly not wanting to touch the filthy pirate corpse in her hands.
Fortunately, Yelena didn't really want her help anyway.
"Ah, this feels so good. This ability is really great." A look of blissful enjoyment appeared on her face.
"Really? I remember someone saying that my abilities have shortcomings."
hiss!
The pressure on my shoulder suddenly increased.
Yelena rolled her eyes at Robin, "You stingy guy, still holding a grudge."
"Speaking of abilities, have you ever tried blooming inside an enemy's body?"
Robin's smile was somewhat helpless. "I've tried, but I can't do it."
Yelena nodded. That's right. If it could be done, then the flowers and fruits would be too exaggerated.
Arms could grow directly inside the enemy's brain or heart, killing them instantly without them even lifting a finger.
"Then you'll have to work hard to improve your physique. How about moving in with me and we train together?"
Robin paused. "You seem to have a particular fondness for urging others to train?"
"To clarify, this only applies to people I admire." Yelena stared intently at Robin. "This world is too dangerous. Without strength, you can't even sleep peacefully."
Especially as a wanted criminal.
Robin paused for a moment, then looked over with a complicated expression.
"It's incredibly pleasant to receive Miss Halloween's appreciation, but living together is probably out of the question. The vice president's job isn't easy, and I'll try my best to find time to train myself."
Yelena guessed that Robin might be recalling the years he had been chased and forced to flee.
Twenty years have passed, and I'm afraid I haven't had a good night's sleep many times.