The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 363 - 363 363 Fight to the Death

363: Chapter 363: Fight to the Death 363: Chapter 363: Fight to the Death “How is this possible.” Nightmare kept a straight face, showing no astonishment, but his heart was deeply shocked.

After many years of experiences, he had seen it all—those with Vajra indestructibility, those impenetrable by knives and spears, those with iron bones and copper skin, but he had never seen anyone completely heal their wounds in such a short amount of time.

“Such fast healing speed.” Nightmare muttered to himself.

“It’s not healing, it’s regeneration.” Refining Mo sneered, lifting up the wound that had just been stabbed, seemingly flaunting it.

The skin was pristine and soft, mismatched with his forty-something-year-old face, as if a baby’s skin had been Photoshopped onto his body.

“Hmph, come again, it’s been three moves already.” Nightmare’s eyes were sharp, and his hands clenched his halberd, always ready to defend.

“Ha ha, watch out for this move.” Refining Mo swung his weapon, creating a blue stormwave.

Amidst the darkness of the night, it looked quite eerie and ghostly.

Nightmare’s hair was blown up, and he channeled his Inner Strength, gathering it between the halberds, emitting it in front of his chest and creating a black Energy Shield.

As the storm got closer, the massive Energy Shield trembled slightly.

“Bang.” The two energies collided, and Nightmare staggered backwards several steps, but still clenched his teeth and persisted.

The energy storm was wild, like a huge mountain pressing down on his head, the intense pressure making him feel suffocated.

Blood seeped out from his gums…

“Ha.” Nightmare stomped his foot down fiercely, blocking the blue storm.

For a moment, the two sides were at a stalemate.

“Stubborn resistance, looking for death.” Refining Mo, unable to push Nightmare back, became furious.

He spurred the energy within his body, continually pressing forward.

The dense energy absorbed from the strange stones was fully unleashed, vowing to kill Nightmare.

He stood firm like a boulder in a raging current, not falling despite the increasing flow.

“Ah!” Nightmare’s body started to weaken tremendously.

The intense depletion of Inner Strength was about to overwhelm him.

In a standoff of Inner Strength, although it appeared calm and without flashy sword or blade lights, it was like the eye of a storm—calm on the surface but containing ferocious energy inside.

As the one in the position of getting hit, Nightmare endured unimaginable pain, akin to being torn apart by horses, except the force was squeezing inward instead of pulling outward.

His bones creaked under the pressure, his organs felt like overturning seas.

If this persisted, even if Nightmare exhausted all his Inner Strength, he couldn’t stop Refining Mo’s assault.

Yet, the flowing energy of both sides had formed a stable structure; daring to break out carelessly would mean that any deviation could cause all that energy to strike directly on his flesh.

Such tremendous energy might very well leave no bones behind.

Nightmare’s body was deeply weakened, his complexion pale and trembling, his head dizzy and his vision darkening.

Yet, he continued to endure.

At this moment, he felt the energy storm in front of him gradually weakening, decreasing bit by bit.

Nightmare felt the pressure lessen and breathed heavily, feeling an internal turmoil similar to overturning seas.

Until finally, the energy completely disappeared.

Nightmare lifted his head; Refining Mo was looking at him meaningfully, his right arm holding his weapon naturally drooping.

Could it be that he voluntarily withdrew his hand?

Nightmare planted his halberd into the ground, supporting himself as he stood up.

“Pfft.” The immense pressure gone, Nightmare suddenly spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, then gasped heavily for air.

“Nightmare, you are no match for me.

Do you still plan to continue fighting?” Refining Mo raised his weapon, the blade pointing directly at Nightmare.

“Ha ha.” Suddenly, Nightmare burst into wild laughter, his white teeth stained with fresh blood.

While laughing, streams of blood still flowed down, combined with his pale skin, looking quite like a vampire, eerily terrifying.

“What are you laughing about?” A trace of puzzlement flashed across Refining Mo’s face, his eyes turning sharp.

“I laugh at how foolish you are to let this chance slip by, take this!” Nightmare laughed loudly, taking several pills from his pocket and swallowing them all at once.

Among them were his treasured Inner Qi Pills for rapid replenishment of Inner Strength, and also pills taken from Zi Yun, which could heal internal injuries quickly.

Although Nightmare appeared unscathed on the surface, his internal organs were damaged by the energy impact, and the pathways of his Dantian were worn out due to the depletion of Inner Strength.

Just a moment ago, Nightmare was almost unable to hold on, but unexpectedly, Refining Mo gave him a chance to breathe.

With the aid of the two types of pills, Nightmare quickly regained his combat strength.

Ultimately, Refining Mo had underestimated Nightmare’s determination to fight.

To fight to the death, battle until the end.

“The… fourth move is over, let’s fight again.” Nightmare gasped slightly, wounded severely, but he believed Refining Mo was not much better off.

Killing a thousand enemies, self-inflicting eight hundred injuries, both of them were evenly matched.

This time, Nightmare took the initiative to attack, his twin halberds immediately positioning at Refining Mo’s neck, which he dodged and counterattacked with a slash aimed at Nightmare’s head.

“Clang.” As the cleaving blade was about to strike Nightmare’s forehead, a pitch-black halberd blocked in front of him, sparking flames.

Nightmare launched a kick, striking directly at Refining Mo’s chin, one of the vulnerable areas of the human body.

“Splat.” Refining Mo, surprised that Nightmare had forsaken cold weapons for leg techniques and unguarded at the moment, got harshly kicked, spitting out two bloody teeth.

These were his teeth.

The fifth move, Refining Mo was capsized in the gutter.

“Damn it, I must kill you.” Refining Mo wiped his mouth forcefully, cleaning the blood stain while cursing furiously, his murderous intent overflowing.

With the help of Regeneration Skills, teeth rapidly regrew in the sockets, but this was a fatal blow to his morale.

Losing teeth was a humiliation, particularly being wounded by someone weaker than oneself was not just humiliating but also disgraceful.

Never bully an honest person, for when they get angry, not even kneeling for mercy grants any respite.

What then would happen if an enduring lion were provoked to rage?

Perhaps not even qualifying to enjoy death.

But Nightmare intended to do just the opposite, deliberately using such despicable tactics to infuriate Refining Mo.

His long blade hung overhead.

Nightmare didn’t block directly, but sidestepped it, causing due to inertia, the cleaving blade heavily smashed into the ground, causing a violent tremor.

Before Nightmare even landed, Refining Mo’s blade edge was already coming towards him again.

“Clang.” Twin halberds perfectly blocked in front, their special structure dispersing the force of Refining Mo’s blade edge.

Nightmare swiftly retreated to create distance between them, then executed a backward somersault, landing steadily on the ground.

The sixth and seventh moves passed.