My Cell Prison
Chapter 1089 - Chapter 1089 Chapter 1888 Purity and Skill

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1888: Purity and Skill Chapter 1089: Chapter 1888: Purity and Skill “Is it possible to achieve such a high conversion rate?

The fusion and proficiency of this demon with the ‘Whirlpool’ is even higher than that of the Whirlpool artificers… and it has also integrated the dark attributes acquired as a demon.

I didn’t expect to see such a perfect compatibilizer in a world where attributes repel each other.

This person can be taken back, surely to be selected as prime experimental material.”

The Golden Saint gave a high evaluation of [Z]’s performance.

But in his heart, he looked down on such a transmuter, and the various ‘kind words’ before the match were basically lies.

Transmuters who accepted the Saint Grade and shed their demon attributes couldn’t gain recognition in the Holy Level World… Once taken by the saints, they couldn’t enjoy the so-called preferential treatment and freedom.

They would become the lowest existences, even pitiful experimental materials.

…

“This guy!”

Han Dong, who was also watching the battle, was frightened by [Z]’s punch.

The purity was too high!

The physical quality as a Dark Resident-Meat Modification, the dark techniques embedded within the body, and the Whirlpool traits fused into the flesh reached a Trinity.

If it weren’t for Camper using his prized Wings of Fear to block, the duel might have ended by now.

Apart from Han Dong, there was another person interested in Z’s performance.

It was the giant Hol from the demon team that had been changed to appear last.

“Oh! I didn’t expect London City to have such an interesting fellow.

Just looking at the purity of the body is pretty good, but more importantly, his ‘technique.’

I’ve never seen such a technique that integrates high-speed rotation into strikes… and it’s not just striking, all his movements have rotation, making his overall strength reach a ‘quality’ improvement.

No wonder he compromised to otherworldly powers… Indeed, the enhancement it brings is worth it; even I’m somewhat tempted.

This trip hasn’t been in vain! If I can seize the ultimate ‘Miracle,’ can I also acquire such ‘technique’?

Integrating such rotational technique into my ‘strikes,’ the destructive power could at least double or even more.

Such moves with a strong breach defense effect could definitely break defense I previously had trouble with.

I might climb to the second place in the next [Element Contest].”

…

Among the tree realms.

One of Camper’s ‘Wings of Fear’ was destroyed, causing a severe decrease in overall mobility.

But he didn’t panic; instead, he changed his combat style… Abandoning high mobility flight, he retracted the other wing into his body, showing all the demon energy in the form of ‘Tentacles.’

[Heteromorphic-Snake Claw]

Camper’s tentacles were white, covered in black horrifying patterns, with snake heads at the tips.

Now.

Over twenty snake-like tentacles drilled out from between Camper’s arms, undergoing heteromorphization, turning into exceedingly sharp claws.

Each claw was coated with a layer of black miasma.

The claws could pierce and shred enemies, or, following Camper’s will, become long or short poisonous snakes, injecting lethal venom into the target’s body.

Even so, Camper could construct his entire arm into a large venomous python… This bionic transformation, similar to the Count’s Bloodhound, differed completely in attack mode.

At the same time.

Camper’s eyes also developed ‘dual-pupil style’ snake eyes, enhancing dynamic capturing ability,

The remaining ‘Long Wing of Fear’ was split by Camper into four distinct parts, turning into small wings each marked with an indescribable face, symmetrically grown on his back, providing short bursts of high-speed flight to recover mobility and adding balance, making it more suitable for combat.

“Come, you betrayer of demons…”

[Z], wearing a strange burlap hood, was moving in a twisted and bizarre manner among the tree trunks, coming onto the same branch as Camper,

A head-on collision.

Camper swiftly swung his spike-covered right arm, made up of layers of sharp claws, intending to clash fiercely with his opponent.

However… Z’s attack pattern suddenly changed at that moment.

Whether it was Z’s boxer image or his previous attacks, all had led Camper to believe his punching style was modeled after “human boxing.”

But now it changed, and with even greater speed.

Z’s arm, in the midst of swinging, incredibly transformed into a “whip.”

The spiraled arm stirred in the air, lashing towards Camper like a long whip…

Both arms lashed down in unison, accompanied by super-fast punches, as if there were over a dozen high-speed rotating long whips striking Camper’s body at the same moment.

What!

Camper reacted quickly, immediately shifting to a defensive stance, but was still a step too late.

Boom!

More than a dozen heteromorphized tentacles were directly snapped off.

The pain of the tentacles being damaged was something all demons deeply understood.

However, the most severe wound was not the tentacles.

Camper’s complexion turned extremely ugly; his right side was nearly numb… The last whip had hit him directly in the right side of his waist without being blocked.

The “whirlpool” brought a breach defense effect, instantly shredding the protective snake scales left under his skin.

The flesh at his waist was completely twisted, to the point where one could see a whirlpool-like tumor swelling.

About twenty centimeters of internal body tissue were thoroughly ground up, and the energy transmission routes were also disrupted.

“Camper has lost…” Han Dong concluded from below the ring; such injuries left no chance for a turnaround.

There was no time to catch a breath.

Z’s feet, stepping on whirlpools, moved with ultra-fast teleportation between the trees.

Camper had just crashed to a stop under a thick tree trunk when Z arrived in front of him.

As he raised his fist, strands of dense dark power dispersed around his arm in a whirlpool pattern.

“I absolutely cannot let Miss Sally down… Let us both plummet into the abyss.”

Camper, enduring his injuries, called upon all the tentacles within his body.

Gagaga~ Hundreds of snake-shaped tentacles crazily spilled out from all over Camper’s body, from any hole they could find.

They gathered on his right arm, heteromorphizing into a giant serpent with a ghostly face, and lunged straight at Z in front of him.

A punch against the giant serpent.

Camper was again sent flying by the highly pure punch, spiraling through layers of branches like a spiral bullet and eventually falling into the fairyland pool at the bottom.

But Z was also wounded.

The dark whirlpool unleashed with a punch tore apart about two-thirds of the giant serpent’s body, still leaving a portion intact… whoosh! The mask on Z’s face was shredded by the venomous fangs.

What was revealed was an ugly, twisted visage.

Not caused by the whirlpool, but the mark of self-mutilation.

The victor, Z.

After the result of the match was announced, Black Goat Sally immediately dived underwater and fished Camper back up… though seriously hurt, he was not at the brink of death.

A drop of Sally’s purple liquid fell into Camper’s mouth.

Immediately, small purple tentacles began to form inside his body, starting to heal the wounds, inducing the flesh to differentiate and generate new tissue.

Sally, staring at the severely injured Camper, spoke in a low tone, “Alet, you can go for the kill in the next match…”

“Leave it to me.”

The man with the appearance of an Indian monk, wearing a friendly smile, maintained a prayerful pose with his hands together as he walked onto the tree-arena stage.