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A sharp pain surged through his entire body as Stormblade clattered to the ground.
The moment the fangs pierced his chest, a chilling sensation seeped in, like countless venomous snakes slithering into Garen's veins, making him feel as if he were burning alive, overwhelming him with a strong urge to vomit.
Within just a few seconds, the blood flowing from Garen's chest was no longer bright red but a thick dark crimson, mixed with specks of bluish-green impurities.
"Hah, I really like the look in your eyes right now," Maple said with a smile, watching Garen struggle to stay upright. "But I must remind you that forcing your Fighting Spirit will only accelerate the spread of the poison. It will only make your death come quicker."
"So, you are the apprentice of the sorcerer."
A weak and hoarse voice emerged as Garen's eyes filled with bloodshot veins, as if covered by a layer of scarlet.
"Correct!"
Maple patted Blonde and scoffed, "Did you really think it was Kakashiuro? Goodness! Just that fool managing to get this far is impressive enough! If he hadn't been so reluctant to hand over the map, he might not even have qualified to enter the mountains!"
Garen's gaze darkened as all the mysteries in his heart were unveiled.
Indeed, if Kakashiuro was the sorcerer's apprentice, then there was no reason for him to leave behind any special marks or secretly contact Sharg before entering the mountains.
Perhaps from the very beginning, Kakashiuro had anticipated his own demise.
Yet, even though he and Sharg had parted ways due to differing beliefs, their resolve remained aligned, just as it had been when they swore an oath together years ago.
So even if death awaited him, he still chose to participate without hesitation.
In Maple's earlier remarks, she had swapped her identity with Kakashiuro's. The original truth should have been that Kakashiuro found the sorcerer's remains but lacked the confidence to kill the giant python. To be safe, he secretly contacted Maple and even reached out to Sharg.
But unfortunately for him, he ultimately underestimated Maple's ambition.
Garen fell silent, his mind conjuring the image of Kakashiuro decisively severing his own arm.
At that moment, a gasp echoed from the corner of the stone chamber.
Sharg was staring intently at Maple, his half-wolf face twisted in a snarl, as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Maple apart with his bare hands. Unfortunately, after the battle just fought, Sharg was clearly in a state of extreme weakness and, despite his efforts, he could not rise to his feet.
"Oh! I almost forgot about you... my werewolf friend!"
Maple squinted and smiled. "I must admit, your berserk state is quite terrifying! Luckily, I didn't act recklessly earlier; otherwise, you might have actually won."
As he spoke, Maple pulled the Venomfang Blade from Garen's chest. Thick blood gushed out as Garen fell backward with a thud, crashing heavily to the ground.
Due to the intense toxins coursing through his veins, Garen was paralyzed and could only watch helplessly as Maple stepped forward, slowly approaching Sharg.
"I hate the look in your eyes right now." Maple crouched down and pondered for a moment. "Hmm... let's start with your eyes!"
Maple forcefully grabbed Sharg's hair and positioned the Venomfang Blade vertically in front of him. Garen's blood dripped down from the tip of the pristine fang, forming a plump dark red droplet that eventually fell with a soft 'plop.'
With a hissing sound, wisps of white smoke began to rise from Sharg's eye.
"Ahhh!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream erupted as Sharg clutched his left eye with both hands, rolling violently on the ground. At the same time, hard black fur began to sprout from his back, reminiscent of his earlier berserk state!
But just then, the black wolf fur suddenly softened and quickly retracted... In its place, two jagged fangs emerged from the corners of Sharg's mouth. However, it wasn't long before those fangs also withdrew... Following that, Sharg's fingernails grew wildly, enveloped in a layer of black light...
This abnormal transformation continued for over half an hour before finally coming to a halt.
As Sharg lowered his hands, it became evident that the area around his left eye had turned into a mass of rotten flesh; his entire eyeball was charred black from the poison! A stream of bright red blood surged from deep within the eye socket, flowing down like tears of blood!
Meanwhile, Maple sat nearby, witnessing all these changes unfold—including the decay of Sharg's eye socket—yet there was no trace of disgust on his face; instead, he observed with keen interest.
"Your level six Fighting Spirit is quite stable... You should be close to reaching level seven."
Maple smiled with satisfaction. "To be able to push a Level 7 Werewolf into a frenzy... That old guy was right; a mature Venomfang Blade definitely possesses the power of at least a Second Rank!"
"What's more important is... the one who harmed you wasn't the Venomfang Blade itself, but the blood tainted by the Toxic Blade!"
Maple grinned widely, his smile becoming increasingly unrestrained, his laughter growing more maniacal, giving off an air of madness.
Just as Maple's test results indicated, the power of the Venomfang Blade was indeed formidable.
It should be noted that it was not the Venomfang Blade that forced Sharg into a frenzy, but Garen's blood! And Sharg was a Werewolf, a creature with naturally robust physique! This indirectly illustrated that the value of the Venomfang Blade was far beyond what a First Level could contain!
Maple's gaze grew more fervent; he could even foresee that with this Venomfang Blade, he stood at the pinnacle of the First Level... No! What is the First Level worth? The true value of the Venomfang Blade had yet to be fully realized, but it was at least at a quasi-Second Rank! This meant that even ordinary Second Rank beings had to be extremely cautious!
At that moment, a voice echoed in the stone chamber.
Maple furrowed his brow and turned to look, only to suddenly reveal a shocked expression!
There stood Garen, his body ravaged by toxins, blood oozing from his seven orifices, crimson bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth. He supported himself with one hand on the ground while grasping the Stormblade with the other. Then, he straightened his knee and stood up!
"This..."
Maple was momentarily stunned.
Under the intense erosion of the Venomfang Blade's quasi-Second Rank power, he had not died? He could actually stand up?!
Although Garen's current state was dire—he could be blown over by even a slightly strong wind—the real issue was not this; the key point was that he was walking over!
"Impossible... This is absolutely not the recovery ability expected of a First Level..."
Watching that figure slowly approach, a chill ran through Maple's heart. Yes, that figure appeared pitifully weak, yet it gave Maple an illusion of being an imposing mountain, instilling a sense of fear deep within him.
"You didn't die... How could you possibly not die?!" Maple exclaimed in disbelief.
"In my distant hometown, my dear friend Jarvan IV once told me about the heart of battle..." Garen staggered forward, blood still pouring from his mouth.
"Damn it, you are desecrating the Venomfang Blade! You are tainting the Holy Artifact!" Maple's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Sharg's dagger and charged forward. "I will kill you! I will kill you!"
Garen's crimson eyes suddenly widened, and he roared in fury, "To the death!!"
"Die! Die!"
Maple erupted in rage, dodging Stormblade and raising the sharp dagger to stab at Garen's neck!
At that moment, the Dark Stone Chamber suddenly burst forth with blinding light!
The sound of sizzling flames echoed as a searing fireball shot through the air with a whoosh, exploding into dazzling flames that engulfed Maple entirely!
In a critical moment, Sharg summoned the last of his strength to tackle Garen down!
The raging flames danced like wild serpents, accompanied by Maple's screams of agony. But soon, his voice turned hoarse from the heat, ultimately becoming nothing more than a charred corpse!
With his remaining strength, Garen looked over.
There, at the other end of the cave, Leilin held a scroll in his hands, a look of panic on his pale face.
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