Endless Debt

Chapter 1226 - 50: Winner

Fragmentation and dissolution.The Shadow Blade shattered and expanded violently, turning into a thousand blades glittering around the Regent King, severing everything close — Bologue included.

Bologue’s body leaned uncontrollably backward, his arm piercing through the Regent King’s chest was severed, with the break clean and clear, blood gushing.

He staggered back a few steps, terrifying wounds littering his thighs, bones fractured, forcing Bologue to half-kneel.

"Are you finally afraid?"

Bologue lifted his remaining arm, pulling out the long nail driven through his neck. Despite the injury, self-healing continued, the existence of life and death embodied on these two Undead.

Now it was Bologue’s turn to mock the Regent King. The Protection and Soul Sucker Command made the Regent King rarely feel a sense of crisis, prompting an almost instinctual counterattack. His usually composed demeanor vanished, leaving him as disheveled as Bologue, covered in mud.

The Regent King was an arrogant, almost extreme perfectionist; he wouldn’t tolerate his flaws just as he couldn’t endure being threatened by Bologue, even if it wasn’t a genuine threat. This realization, this loss of composure, already counted as humiliation.

Bologue guessed correctly, the Regent King stowed away his smile, his icy-cold face showing. Bologue anticipated his next barrage would be relentless, giving him no chance for retaliation.

This time, death was certain.

As Bologue recognized his fate, reverse-colored ripples rose again, like Time Reversal, the rubble around restored, collapsed pillars stood once more, and the giant cavity overhead steadily filled in.

Indeed, this was a metro station.

Bologue let out a sigh of relief, hastening his own recovery within the brief pause in the material world. Though this felt like halftime, Bologue didn’t let his guard down, quickly detecting the Regent King’s anomaly.

This time there was no halftime.

The Regent King vanished from his spot, a few seconds delayed, ground fractured and collapsed, a roaring gale sounding past Bologue’s ears, a hit beyond sight’s limit striking Bologue.

Bologue only felt intense pain as he was slammed into the wall, countless bones broken.

"Ha-ha..."

Even now, Bologue still laughed, "You actually look genuinely angry, no longer caring about even this dignity."

The Regent King broke his principles, attacking outside the Mirror World. Seeing his furious demeanor, Bologue felt a sense of smugness.

In the tunnel, a roaring sound echoed, the departing metro thundered along the track, the Regent King strode forward, grabbing Bologue’s head, hauling him, exhausted, from the wall.

Outside the platform, the metro raced by, shadows constantly changing in view, the Regent King lifted Bologue, pressing his head firmly towards the speeding carriage.

The fast-moving carriage’s exterior like rotating grinder blades, as Bologue’s head contacted it, chunks of flesh were sliced away, half his face bloodied, more than half his body got drawn in, leaving a clear crimson streak across the carriage surface and glass.

With another forceful wrist movement, the Regent King hurled Bologue, he crashed through the carriage, collapsing inside, barely alive.

Luckily, this metro had just departed; the carriage was empty. Bologue wished to avoid alarming others and didn’t want his disgrace to be seen by them.

The rate of flesh self-healing gradually slowed, and Bologue knew his Ether was nearing depletion.

Just as Bologue prepared to stand, the rumbling sound reverberated in the tunnel, Shadow Blade split open the carriage, the Regent King lunged at Bologue, who promptly clenched his fist, summoning the surrounding matter.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

Sections of the tunnel collapsed, dirt and bricks transformed into serpents wrapping towards the Regent King, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid condensed into the last Silver Nail in Bologue’s hand.

The escape plan using the Key of the Crooked Path was clearly unfeasible; setting aside whether Bologue could open a door under the eye of a Seeker of Glory, there was no door on the metro to insert a key.

Fortunately, Bologue excelled at adaptability; if plan A didn’t work, he had plan B.

It’s just that this plan isn’t very friendly to the city’s planning, but at this moment, who cares? Anyway, the Logistics Department can clean up the mess.

Bologue had completely given up the idea of escaping or resisting. Taking advantage of the Regent King breaking his principles and choosing to act in the physical world, he decisively released his only Ether, turning himself into a signal flare to expose the Regent King’s location.

The scarlet light rapidly expanded in Bologue’s vision, and soon, his eyes were filled with nothing but blood red.

...

A loud explosion resounded from the street, the blast shattering windows along the way, toppling lampposts, and the pervasive dust engulfed most of the block. Cars collided, piled up, and the shrill sound of horns constantly blared as scattered citizens screamed and fled.

As the dust gradually settled, a horrible deep pit appeared on the street, and at the bottom, dimly lit twisted and overturned tracks could be seen.

A hazy light rose from the edge of the horizon, leaving people terrified by this pre-dawn disaster. However, no one noticed that on a high-rise not far from the pit, its outer wall had cracked, extending all the way to the rooftop, forming a hideous scar.

The entire rooftop was shattered into ruins, and Bologue lay half-dead among the debris, his breathing heavy as if he’d suffocate in the next second.

The Regent King stood across from Bologue, looking at yet another silver nail embedded in his chest. He had to admit that he was utterly enraged by Bologue. Even if he pulled out the silver nail this time, the Regent King’s wound did not heal.

Under the blessing of Bologue’s Secret Energy, as he wounded the Regent King, he ordered the silver nail to shatter and disperse. A large amount of tiny silver shavings drilled into the Regent King’s body, flowing with the blood throughout his body, causing the wound to continually fester and ooze thick pus.

As Bologue looked at the Regent King in such a sorry state, he let out a heartfelt laugh. Seeing this, the Regent King took a big step forward, and the Shadow Blade in his hand gathered and extended, poised high above Bologue’s head.

"A complete defeat..."

Bologue murmured to himself, thinking that by acquiring the power of a Negative Power User, he wouldn’t be so passive. But in front of the Seeker of Glory, he was still incredibly vulnerable.

Pain and exhaustion completely overwhelmed Bologue; with his Ether entirely depleted, he lost the ability to resurrect and was about to fall into eternal sleep, becoming prey on the chopping block.

Yet the expected death never came; the lethal Shadow Blade never struck down.

Bologue looked again at the Regent King, only to see he had already withdrawn the Shadow Blade, and after pulling out the long nail from his chest, he smoothed his messy hair with his bloody hand, the madness in his eyes faded, replaced with a hint of apology.

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

The Regent King tried to tidy himself, but after the repeated battles, both of their outfits were already ragged. He raised his hand to touch nothing but air.

He chuckled helplessly, then said with a slightly vexed tone, "As the Regent King of the Night Race, I should always remain dignified."

Bologue coughed in pain a few times, having no strength to speak.

With countless thoughts flashing through his mind, Bologue began to ponder how to escape after being captured, whether to seek the Devil’s help...

Many ideas rose and fell, and as the Regent King got closer, the pressure reached its peak. Yet, instead of chopping off his head, the Regent King extended a friendly hand.

Bologue was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he finally struggled to raise his hand and grasped the Regent King’s hand, who then pulled Bologue up, helping him from collapsing.

"Congratulations, Bologue, you’ve won."

The Regent King, as friendly as a friend, wrapped an arm around Bologue’s shoulder. Bologue was somewhat in a daze until he saw the warm sunlight rising at the edge of the city.

Dawn had arrived.

Bologue looked at the Regent King incredulously, and at that moment, the Regent King released him, walking towards the shadows without looking back. He didn’t want to be touched by the sunlight.

"Consider this my failure."

The Regent King waved his hand with his back to Bologue.

"Looking forward to next time."