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Chapter 77: One-for-One Trade at the Limit
Chapter 77: One-for-One Trade at the Limit
Chapter 77: One-for-One Trade at the Limit
The sword was swift and sharp.
But the Wolverine remained confident.
Because he was powerful, having accumulated rich combat experience from decades of fighting in the wilderness.
Even among the Black Mage Guards, he was considered exceptional in terms of actual combat.
Every scar on his body was a badge of honor.
Carol had sent him to kill this human, expecting him to complete the task with ease.
As long as he blocked this unexpected strike, a normal confrontation would leave this insignificant knight before him without a chance to touch him.
A knight apprentice who couldn't even fend off their own clan's wolf pups.
So, as the Wolverine's claws pressed down on the longsword, he opened his gaping mouth and lunged for Charlotte's head.
The strong stench of blood rushed forth, and that open maw could swallow his entire head.
Charlotte's expression remained calm. With his left hand clenched into a fist, he struck the Wolverine's open mouth.
His fair fist appeared particularly small and ridiculous in front of that gaping maw.
It was like an ant raising its fist against an elephant.
A cold smirk flashed in the Wolverine's eyes. This feeble and fearless human could swallow his arm and head in one bite.
Just as Charlotte's fist was about to enter the Wolverine's mouth, he suddenly let go.
In the palm of his hand, a burst of red light suddenly illuminated the Wolverine's wide-open mouth.
An intensely hot fireball shot out instantaneously, blasting into the depths of the Wolverine's throat!
"Magic spell!"
The Wolverine was greatly shocked.
At the same time, the Judgment Sword clashed with the Wolverine's claws.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
Both of the Wolverine's claws broke off.
But the terrifying strength of the Wolverine also caused the Judgment Sword, swung with all Charlotte's might, to be forcibly stopped, only leaving a shallow blood mark on his abdomen.
The horrifying force transmitted through the sword handle instantly numbed Charlotte's hand, but that didn't matter. Following the force transmitted by the sword, he stomped heavily on the ground and slammed into the wooden door behind him.
Boom!
The fireball spell unleashed by the magic exploded inside the Wolverine's mouth.
The terrifying power of fourth-tier magic almost leveled the entire bedroom, causing the entire building to tremble.
The Wolverine was sent flying, blood and smoke swirling around.
And facing the explosion at close range, Charlotte didn't fare much better. Before his body could hit the wooden door, he and the door were both blown away by the shockwave, crashing through the wall of the adjacent room and falling inside.
Plop.
Charlotte spat out a mouthful of blood.
He felt like every bone in his body might be broken, visible wounds covered his entire body, rendering him completely immobile.
Even a child could kill him now.
"Boss, are you okay?" Vivian, hiding under the table, couldn't conceal herself any longer. She hurriedly ran out upon seeing the person who flew in, looking at the bloodied Charlotte, tears streaming down her face in distress.
"Help me heal, at least make my left hand able to move." Charlotte calmly gave the order.
His left hand was likely fractured, with only his fingers slightly trembling.
He still had one magic spell hidden in his sleeve, his final trump card.
Although he had implanted a deep-throat bomb in the Wolverine, he couldn't be certain if that guy was truly dead.
As for why he dared to risk everything, it was a gamble on whether the fireball explosion would kill him.
As long as he was alive, Vivian, the intermediate mage, would be his guarantee for survival.
From the beginning, he never thought he could kill the Wolverine with the Judgment Sword.
The three-tier difference was like an insurmountable gap. Could a knight apprentice use his head to kill him?
A fourth-tier magic spell could pose some threat to the Wolverine, but if he was on guard, at most, he would only suffer minor injuries.
So he chose to fight as a knight, catching the Wolverine off guard.
Once the Wolverine adapted to the rhythm of the battle, in the moment of life and death, he stuffed the magic fireball into his mouth.
Solving the battle in a mage's way.
It was a double reversal, catching the experienced old hunter Wolverine off guard.
One-for-one trade at the limit!
A gamble.
He had used this fighting style countless times in the mysterious space to kill the Adjudicator.
It was the only chance for the weak to win in a hopeless situation.
Vivian chanted an incantation, and faint green light spots flowed out from her magic wand, entering Charlotte's body.
The broken and displaced bones returned to their original positions, and his visibly injured body quickly recovered, especially his left hand, which regained sensation and held another magic scroll.
A disposable consumable worth ten thousand copper coins.
Just like that, he set off fireworks, which made Charlotte wince at the thought.
Experiencing the miraculous effects of healing magic, Charlotte's understanding was refreshed.
In terms of immediate effectiveness, healing magic indeed had superiority that surgical procedures couldn't match.
"Heh heh..."
Heavy gasps came from the ruins.
The Wolverine was still alive, as expected.
Charlotte supported himself and sat up on the bed, his gaze fixed on the dark corridor, tightly gripping the magic scroll in his hand.
"As an intermediate mage, you shouldn't be unfamiliar with any combat magic, right?" Charlotte asked in a low voice.
Even he, back then, mastered offensive water magic like Water Ball and Ice Cone.
"I... I can use Ice Wall, I'm proficient in it." Vivian hid behind Charlotte, her face filled with nervousness as she spoke softly.
"Good. If that guy outside manages to stand up, create an ice wall at the entrance of the room to block him." Charlotte instructed.
"Okay, okay." Vivian nodded vigorously, holding her magic wand, and kept a close eye on the direction of the door.
The huge commotion caused by the explosion of the fireball spell finally caught the attention of the two Fox Guards chasing the mysterious figure at the other end of Baka Street.
"Oh no! It's in the direction of the clinic, we fell into a trap!" One of the Fox Guards stopped and assessed the explosion's location, his expression changing.
"Call for backup! Let's go back!" The other guard took out a signal scroll and threw it into the sky. With a bang, a golden Fox Guard insignia appeared in the sky.
The two Fox Guards changed direction and ran madly towards the clinic.
From a distance, they could see the burning flames and rising smoke in the direction of the clinic. The second floor was riddled with holes, with only a few pillars remaining.
An ominous feeling rose in the hearts of the two Fox Guards.
They were here on Diana's orders, ostensibly to guard Baka Street, but in reality, to protect Charlotte.
But from the earlier commotion, it seemed that the other side had dispatched a fourth-tier powerhouse.
Dealing with an ordinary human.
The odds were not in their favor.
Charlotte heard the breathing outside becoming fainter and fainter. Several times, it seemed like the Wolverine was trying to get up, but each attempt ended in a fall.
"You... you tricked me..."
The Wolverine's indistinct words were filled with a deep sense of resentment and anger.
"You were the one who disregarded fairness first. I just wanted to stay alive." Charlotte replied calmly, finally heaving a sigh of relief.
Accompanied by a few low roars of resentment and a heavy thud, there was finally no sound outside.
"Help me up, let's go outside and take a look." Charlotte helped Vivian to her feet and picked up an oil lamp from the table, walking out of the room and stepping on the debris-filled floor, entering the devastated bedroom.
The Wolverine lay in a pool of blood in the corner, lifeless. Half of his head was blown off, and it was almost impossible to make out a complete shape.
Even the Wolverine couldn't withstand the terrifying power of a fourth-tier fireball spell exploding in his mouth.
As Charlotte heard the urgent footsteps coming from the street outside, he quickly said to Vivian, "Pick up that sword and the black stone and hide them under your bed in the bedroom."