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Chapter 140: Ye Fan’s Fury
🕑 Added 2024-09-27 04:41:10 +0000 UTCUpon hearing Spay Tarré’s words, Ye Fan was instantly enraged.
He was destined to become an SSS-rank, perhaps even a weapon beyond SSS-rank, yet here was someone threatening to melt him down?
Having been in this world long enough, Ye Fan knew that unless a weapon reached SSS-rank, it could indeed be melted by certain incredibly powerful flames that existed in this world.
"Courting death."
As Spay Tarré approached, Ye Fan’s voice dripped with killing intent.
"Heh heh."
Spay Tarré sneered as he raised his golden spear, aiming it at Lin Luoluo’s shoulder.
He wasn’t aiming for a killing blow—he wanted to torment her slowly.
It’s over.
Lin Luoluo’s eyes filled with despair as she saw the spear descending toward her. Though the healing energy from her sword had closed some of her wounds, her source energy was almost depleted, leaving her far from fully recovered.
At this moment, even holding Soul Sever felt exhausting, let alone fighting.
Clang—
But just as the spear was about to pierce her, it was blocked by Soul Sever!
What!?
Spay Tarré was stunned.
How could this woman still have the strength to block his attack?
Lin Luoluo was even more shocked.
She hadn’t moved at all, yet Soul Sever had autonomously deflected the spear!
"Hmph!"
"Stop struggling!"
Frustrated, Spay Tarré stabbed his golden spear again.
Clang—
Once more, the spear was blocked, and this time, Spay Tarré was even forced back a few steps.
What’s going on!?
Shock filled Spay Tarré’s eyes as he realized what had happened.
Before him, Soul Sever hovered in midair, its tip pointing directly at him!
The sword had left Lin Luoluo’s grasp entirely!
"You want to melt me?"
"Then you can die!"
Ye Fan’s voice was filled with cold rage.
He had endured being turned into a sword, but now someone wanted to melt him down? This was utterly intolerable.
People have rights, and so do swords.
[Phantom Dance]!
Without hesitation, Ye Fan consumed some energy and activated the skill himself.
Soul Sever darted forward like lightning.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
In an instant, the sword seemed to split into dozens, even hundreds of copies!
Seeing this, Spay Tarré was terrified.
He frantically swung his golden spear, trying to block the incoming attacks.
Clang, clang, clang—
Each collision produced deafening metallic clangs, and in a flash, Soul Sever pierced through Spay Tarré’s energy shield, slicing into his shoulder.
Blood splattered, staining his garments crimson.
"This… is the sword’s spirit!?"
Lin Luoluo, struggling to stand, stared in disbelief.
Soul Sever had become even more powerful now that it was acting on its own.
The skill Phantom Dance was far more potent than when she had wielded it herself!
"Damn it!!!"
Spay Tarré roared in pain as a massive tiger’s shadow erupted around him.
Gripping his golden spear tightly, he slashed through the air.
Boom—
A terrifying tornado of energy formed and surged toward the hovering Soul Sever.
"I’m no longer limited by a wielder. Your martial techniques can’t harm me."
Ye Fan’s voice was cold as he floated in place, letting the raging tornado crash into his sword.
But Soul Sever didn’t budge an inch.
"Argh!!!"
Spay Tarré’s fury reached a boiling point as he saw Soul Sever remain unmoved, its tip still pointed directly at him.
He felt humiliated, as if the sword itself was mocking him!
This was an unbearable insult.
He was a Martial Master!
In a fit of rage, Spay Tarré’s golden spear ignited with blue flames.
[Ninth-Tier Martial Technique: Azure Blaze of Fury]!
He slashed with his flaming spear, sending a massive wave of blue fire rushing toward Soul Sever.
"You’re the one courting death."
Ye Fan sneered.
With a single sweep of his sword, he unleashed [Hellfire Soul Cleaving Slash].
Unlike Lin Luoluo’s version, this time the white flames were far more terrifying.
Boom—
The white flames collided with Spay Tarré’s blue fire, and in an instant, the blue flames were completely devoured by the overwhelming white blaze.
The white flames surged toward Spay Tarré, leaving him wide-eyed with shock.
Impossible!
How could my flames be so easily overpowered!?
Spay Tarré immediately dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the flames.
Boom—
The spot where he had stood was consumed by the white fire, leaving a massive crater in the ground.
Spay Tarré barely had a moment to catch his breath before Soul Sever was in front of him again!
This sword is terrifying!
Cold sweat dripped from Spay Tarré’s brow.
He had never expected this sword to possess such a powerful consciousness and act with such frightening speed.
Swoosh—
Soul Sever thrust toward him once more.
Clang, clang, clang—
Spay Tarré desperately used his spear to fend off the sword’s relentless strikes.
But Soul Sever, now acting on its own, didn’t have a wielder for him to target.
All he could do was try to block the blade itself.
And the sword—crafted from a material he couldn’t even identify—was both incredibly sharp and impossibly durable.
"Argh!!!"
Spay Tarré screamed in agony as new wounds appeared all over his body.
His clothes were soon soaked in blood.
I can’t keep fighting like this!
If this continues, I—a Martial Master—will die here!
Blocking Soul Sever with one final desperate move, Spay Tarré gathered all his strength and flew toward the distance, trying to escape.
He had to flee!
"Running away?"
"Weren’t you bragging about melting me earlier?"
Ye Fan’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he prepared to give chase.
With Spay Tarré already injured, Ye Fan knew he could kill him.
After all, as a sword with no physical body, Ye Fan had nothing to fear from Spay Tarré’s attacks.
But just as he was about to continue the pursuit, a system notification rang in his mind.
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