The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 152 - 118: Evil Qi!5230_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 118: Evil Qi!5230_2

He, after all, is not a true Great Knight, moreover, even real Great Knights can’t use the Evil Qi indefinitely.

And, his opponent’s left eye hadn’t been opened yet.

He must end this quickly!

He turned abruptly, his broadsword transformed into an arc of light, nearly beheading Ivita who couldn’t dodge in time.

Meanwhile, the broadsword sliced through the wall of the city hall corridor. The blade, imbued with Evil Qi, penetrated the wall as though it was cutting tofu, causing an explosion in the area, felling an entire wall with one swing.

"Open that left eye!" Bainhardt jumped forward, "Hiding, Wizard, are you a rat!"

"Face me directly!"

This was intended to provoke Ivita, tricking him into a head-on conflict. Such a strategy might work with rebellious children.

Ivita, however, completely ignored the taunts.

He seized his own body with the thirty remaining arms created by Throwing Magic, then dragged himself towards the hole Bainhardt had previously cut.

In doing so, he abandoned the narrow corridor of the city hall and entered the wide open square.

Ivita not only didn’t want a head-on fight, but he also chose a wider space, which made it easier for kiting.

"You thought I was naive."

"Bainhardt, your Evil Qi won’t last much longer, I don’t even need to fight you."

Bainhardt roared angrily, raised his sword, and charged at Ivita. He combined his one-handed sword attack with his left bloody hand. His relentless attack was like an endless sea, leaving no room for Ivita to retaliate.

The remaining thirty magic arms that Ivita possessed were destroyed one by one under this torrent of attacks, serving as a distraction.

About five minutes later, Ivita had no magical arms left.

These arms formed through Throwing Magic were very special. They weren’t ordinary magic turned into an arm shape, but rather magic transformed into a force similar to gravity.

So, after all one hundred arms were destroyed by Bainhardt, Ivita, although he still had magic, was unable to quickly restore the magic arms.

His body gradually began to show signs of injury.

With frenzy in his eyes, Bainhardt shouted, "Open your eyes, open them, or die now."

"Die now!"

The speed of his attack was gaining, but peculiarly, since he’d struck Ivita’s left calf, he had failed to inflict any further damage.

Bainhardt asked in surprise, "Do you have magic to accelerate yourself?"

"Hmph, just minor tricks..."

"Today... I’m definitely going to win!"

Ivita looked at him with a complex look in his eyes, "Sorry, I don’t have time to play with you. You’ve lost, Black Feet Army of Wallachia."

"Lady Alice needs my assistance, so..."

Under Bainhardt’s shocked gaze, Ivita raised the Broken Steel Sword, colliding with Bainhardt’s sword mid-air.

Bainhardt’s sword broke.

The fragmented tip fell to the ground. Simultaneously, his left bloody hand, as if bearing an enormous burden, began shrinking with a popping sound, the internal bones seeming to crush each other.

Bainhardt spat out blood, staring in horror at the broken sword in his hand, from which the Evil Qi had all but disappeared.

"It’s not your speed that increased, it’s my injury that slowed me down."

"Actually, the Evil Qi on my sword dissipated a long time ago."

"I..."

"I can’t accept it. Just a little bit more, just a bit more..."

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, then fell to his knees. His body cracking, and he began to shrink.

Ivita took a half step back, separating himself from Bainhardt, observing his situation.

It appears that using Evil Qi required one to take risks and pay a heavy price.

The state he was in was not a result of Ivita’s attack. It could only be attributed to the price paid for using the Evil Qi.

Upon reflection, it was quite understandable that a Knight would pay such a price for using a technique that only Great Knights could use.

However, this man was only a Centurion of the elite forces of the Wallachia Duchy.

Yet he was so hard to defeat.

It was not that Ivita was weak, this man would be considered strong even in Ambros.

But in Wallachia Duchy, he was nothing more than an ordinary low-ranking officer.

Such was the power difference between a Duchy-level force and a Viscount state.

Yet the Wallachia Duchy was merely a Duchy, how could they compare to the Alsace Kingdom?

Ivita took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

No wonder, the Black Wolf once told him that it was unwise to confront the entire Alsace Kingdom with individual power.

But it doesn’t matter.

No matter how powerful Alsace was, time was on his side.

A small fish in front of a shark, would one day grow into a whale, and devour the arrogant shark.

Ivita lifted his left hand. The residual Lightning Magic inside Bainhardt was immediately activated, piercing through his chest, delivering the final blow.

Ivita said: "Do you have any regrets?"

"If you hadn’t killed your comrades in the first place, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation now."

Bainhardt propped himself up on the ground, his pupils dilated, as if he couldn’t believe that he was the one dying.

In this moment, his pupils suddenly constricted. "No, I have no regrets."

"This is the way of survival for the Black Feet Army."

"You people of Ambros, you don’t understand how we, people of Wallachia, fight against an invader who declares himself a conqueror of the ancient civilization with limited resources. Killing, death, training, killing, death, this is our life."