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Yasthia was continuously retreating.
The alley in the back street was narrow, and Yasthia was almost leaning against Garen. Due to her wearing that bunny girl outfit, a chill could be felt on her smooth skin.
“Oh, is this the Heart of Agou?” Baloo looked at the colorful little stone. “It seems Miyelin's judgment was correct! You can't awaken the power of the artifact, so a simple blood clan formation can suppress it.”
From Garen's perspective, he saw the little stone tightly clutched in Yasthia's palm, but the colorful glow was rapidly diminishing, as if an invisible force was eroding its brilliance…
Yasthia had nearly pressed half her body against Garen, looking at him with helpless eyes.
“As for you…” Baloo gradually approached, sizing up Garen. Suddenly, he remembered something. “Oh! I recall now, you are the silent warrior!”
Garen frowned and did not respond.
“I believe you've noticed as well; this woman is about to die. Yet before her death, she still wants to drag you down with her,” Baloo stroked his chin. “If it were me, I would be very angry!”
Garen looked down at Yasthia.
Just as this seemingly blood clan man had said, Yasthia wanted to pull Garen into her predicament. Whether it was that phrase “Demacia, unwavering” or helping Garen escape the illusion, it was all just to gain his assistance. Even being entangled by Volikov could have been a trap she intentionally set.
“So, I plan to let you go,” Baloo licked his lips and said. “To let someone despised fall into despair is the best form of revenge. More importantly, your silence skill will be a nuisance for me; dealing with it will be troublesome, and you would end up severely injured or even dead.”
“In any case, I don't want to be your enemy; it benefits neither of us and only serves to benefit this wretched woman.”
Yasthia was staring at Garen, but to her despair, that resolute face showed no emotion.
As Baloo had said, Garen's appearance was utterly meaningless; it was merely a figment of Yasthia's wishful thinking, far too clumsy in the eyes of a clever person. After all, when it came down to it, there was no benefit for Garen in taking action, and it would only cause trouble for Baloo as well.
Yet, this was Yasthia's final choice.
She truly felt cornered.
At that moment, Garen pushed Yasthia aside. With a bitter smile, she retreated, her charming eyes seemingly losing their luster as she sank into genuine despair.
Suddenly, Yasthia froze.
With a sharp whoosh, a blinding golden beam erupted, shooting straight toward Baloo, who was twenty meters away!
Baloo clearly hadn't anticipated this. He hesitated for a moment before drawing his large sword from behind and bracing it against the front of the golden light. A screeching sound filled the air as sparks flew, and Baloo was pushed back smoothly for over ten meters!
The instant the golden light vanished, Garen's figure became visible.
Baloo squinted his eyes; however, his hands gripping the sword still tingled with numbness. Yet compared to that sensation, he was more puzzled about why the other side had chosen to strike. As he had just said, this battle brought no benefits to either of them—only trouble.
"Why?" Baloo questioned in a low voice.
Garen did not respond because the justice of Demacia never required any reason.
Moreover, it was not something to be merely spoken about.
He responded with decisive action—drawing his sword, dashing forward, and striking!
Baloo's expression darkened as a stream of crimson energy flowed from him, two fangs protruding from his mouth as he picked up a large blade and charged. The moment the golden Fighting Spirit clashed with the blood-red Fighting Spirit, the entire back street seemed to tremble! The sounds of metal grinding and bodies colliding echoed endlessly!
In terms of strength, Baloo was comparable to a level six warrior, but he was far from the mediocre Volikov. With the enhancement of his Bloodline, his power, agility, and speed far surpassed Garen's, and even his combat experience was quite abundant.
With a loud crash, the two figures were sent reeling backward.
Garen's coat was riddled with dozens of tears, stained with blood.
Baloo had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly injured as well.
In Baloo's eyes, there was a hint of shock; it was hard to believe that this human could actually hold his own against a vampire at the same level. In that brief half-minute, they had engaged in nearly a hundred exchanges, yet Baloo had gained no advantage whatsoever.
What surprised him even more was his opponent's defensive capabilities.
A punch that could incapacitate an ordinary level six human warrior barely impeded his movements!
"You are strong," Baloo said, wiping the blood from his mouth, but then he smiled slyly. "However, in my Blood Domain, strength is useless."
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpses on the ground suddenly began to tremble. The entire back street seemed to be shrouded in crimson as streams of red light surged forth and merged into Baloo's body.
In an instant, his injuries were almost completely healed.
Garen wasn't overly surprised; he had sensed something was off from the very beginning. Coupled with what Yasthia had just mentioned about the "secret barrier," it was easy to deduce that this was some kind of special vampire domain.
A realm filled with Dark Attributes.
Garen silently lifted Stormblade, his body transforming once more into a golden ray. With a loud crash, he collided with Baloo. Under the effect of silence, the streams of red light clearly paused for a moment, but after a brief recovery, Baloo's body was nearly healed. The clash of blades signaled the start of another fierce battle.
Half a minute later, Garen suddenly retreated, a gruesome gash appearing on his abdomen, blood gushing out.
"I gave you a chance just now," Baloo said coldly, watching Garen as his injuries healed once again. "You chose death for yourself."
Garen looked at Baloo without saying a word.
"I mean, you’re not thinking about taking advantage of her body, are you? Though she’s quite beautiful and has an amazing figure, I must remind you that this woman is not simple. It’s far worse to have her than to kill her," Baloo said, shaking his head. "But you won’t have that opportunity; you're about to die."
Baloo reveled in this feeling; as he slowed down the process of his target's demise, he could witness various emotions of fear and dread.
However, strangely enough, this remarkably resilient warrior did not seem afraid at all. He simply closed his eyes slowly.
Then he opened them again.
"So that's how it is..." Garen's gaze revealed enlightenment, as if he had unraveled a long-standing puzzle.
A cold and mechanical voice echoed.
[Congratulations to the host for finding the correct method to release the skill "Judgment"!]
Baloo looked at Garen in confusion. At that moment, he noticed that Garen's eyes were covered by a layer of golden light, dazzling and captivating, emanating an aura that filled him with dread!
Garen swiftly grasped the hilt of Stormblade and drove it down vertically. With a resounding clang, the sword's tip pierced the ground, creating a vast web of cracks!
At that moment, a deep voice echoed through the air.
"I shall ensure that Justice Punishes All Beings!"
In the atmosphere, a crimson light suddenly froze, and heart-wrenching wails filled the air. Dozens of corpses began to tremble violently before transforming into pools of black ichor, evaporating into nothingness amidst the golden light!
Simultaneously, Baloo's robust body began to wither. The Bloodlight he had absorbed rapidly decomposed, and streams of black ichor flowed from him...
"The barrier... has vanished!" Baloo cried out in agony, disbelief etched across his face. "How is this possible..."
As he spoke, he forced himself to endure the excruciating pain coursing through his body. He abruptly turned and raced toward the exit of the back street, his form enveloped in a layer of black light as coarse, short hairs sprouted from his skin, threatening to transform him into a black Bat...
Just then, a golden beam erupted forth.
In the next moment, Garen stood at the end of the back street.
The lifeless Bat lay on the ground, its wings twitching feebly.
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