Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 116 How did you get caught up in Kaneki's relentless pursuit and attacks?

Anastasia's arm muscles bulged as she tried to use brute force to push down the cumbersome greatsword.

However, just as Anastasia's old power was exhausted and her new power had not yet been generated, Lu Mingfei's Storm Greatsword on his right arm moved. He swung his arm from bottom to top, and the blade turned into a deadly silver-gray arc of light.

puff-

The air was torn apart, followed by the dull sound of flesh being cut.

The sword, forged and polished by the blacksmith Xiu Gu, was incredibly sharp. It cut into the madwoman's lower ribs without any resistance, piercing through the fabric and slicing through the tough muscles. Crimson blood gushed out like a fountain!
Anastasia finally made a sound for the first time—a muffled groan of pain.

Her scarlet eyes blazed with even more madness, as if fueled by a furious rage and a bloodthirsty excitement at being offended.

The muscles in her hands suddenly bulged, unleashing unparalleled speed. The huge cleaver slashed down repeatedly, emitting a terrifying whistling sound, showing no mercy, like a guillotine for execution.

"Crazy woman!"

Lu Mingfei let out a low roar, his eyes gleaming even brighter.

Anastasia's sudden surge in speed and reckless play did put some pressure on her, but that was all.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lu Mingfei brandished his twin swords in front of him, the shimmering sword light weaving a silver-gray net. He parried with alternating left and right swords, the recoil causing his boots to sink slightly into the ground, raising a fine dust.

This purely offensive and defensive battle didn't last long, but for both sides, every second consumed an astonishing amount of physical and mental energy.

After Lu Mingfei steadily parried more than a dozen of the fierce attacks, Anastasia's speed finally began to inevitably decrease.

The huge wound on her ribs bled profusely from the intense exercise, staining half of her body red and taking away her strength.

Lu Mingfei seized the moment, and while blocking another horizontal slash, he advanced instead of retreating, lowering his shoulders, twisting his waist, and raising his knees!
The knees, covered in silver armor, were like battering rams on an ancient battlefield, slamming into Anastasia's soft, vital area below her abdomen with a sharp whistling sound!
boom!
Anastasia's frenzied attack came to an abrupt halt. She staggered backward, her back arched, the immense pain preventing her from even groaning.

As a successor of the Dual Swords style, Lu Mingfei certainly wouldn't give his enemy any chance to breathe. He pushed off with his feet, his body following closely behind the blood-red figure like an arrow shot from a bow!

The two swords crossed!

puff!puff!
The sound of flesh being cut rang out one after another.

Anastasia's body stiffened abruptly, and she stopped retreating completely.

Her hands fell limply to her sides, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the fatal sword wound in her throat. Another sword wound had cut open most of her abdomen, and her internal organs were vaguely visible.

Those eyes, filled with madness and greed, flickered like a candle in the wind, rapidly dimming until they were completely extinguished.

She fell straight forward with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust, and her body began to slowly dissipate, leaving only an item the size of a badge in place.

"Phew—it's done!"

Lu Mingfei flicked his wrist, shaking off most of the bloodstains from the Storm Greatsword. He pursed his lips at the spot where Anastasia had disappeared, muttering to himself:

"The name sounds intimidating, but the attack is really ruthless. She came at me like she was chopping dumpling filling, aiming straight for my head. I mean, lady, you're supposed to be a tough character with an 'identity card,' right? This aesthetic. This outfit. A red robe with a meat cleaver, if you didn't know better, you'd think the auntie selling pork at the market accidentally stepped into a teleportation portal!"

"Ugh."

He sighed deeply, shoved his twin swords back into their sheaths with two clean, crisp sounds, rubbed his aching arms, and felt utterly exhausted.

Since embarking on this journey, I've been slaying some truly formidable opponents. First, there was Meng Liu's Blood Finger and the Gravekeeper Warrior, then the strange ship behind the Saint's Bridge, and now this eerie invading spirit.
There's never a moment of peace!
His gaze fell back on the little trinket Anastasia had left on the ground, stained with a bit of blood.

"Alright, alright, we're done. Time to collect the completion reward!"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, stepped forward, bent down, and with two silver-armored fingers, picked up the thing as easily as if it were a not-so-clean bean.

He held it up to his eyes and examined it closely in the dim, blood-stained light of Galid's sky.

It was an item about the size of a badge.

"An amulet possessed by assassins who employ unorthodox methods of ambush. Crafted in the style of a freshly molted scorpion, with its pincers holding a holy heart."

It increases holy attribute attack power, but reduces defense.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes, but it quickly faded, replaced by a listless expression.

"Oh ho, another one."

After the Martial Arts Amulet, he obtained a second amulet, but this one didn't seem to be of much help to him—

Holy attribute attack?
Are you kidding me? Unless you find a dragon that can breathe holy light to eat him, it's impossible!

He weighed it in his hand for a moment, then unceremoniously stuffed the bloodstained trophy into a corner of his cluttered and disorganized personal space.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, as if trying to shake off the invisible bad luck, and then walked back to the dilapidated church on the hillside, blackened by smoke, and finally lit the first blessing point on the road to Gelid that Subaru had mentioned.

He sat down cross-legged rather casually, the armor plates on his body scraping against each other with a clanging sound. Galid's unpleasant, rotten stench wafted over you, like rotten fruit mixed with rotten eggs.

He wrinkled his nose, glanced at the twisted, desiccated corpses in the church, and habitually muttered a complaint:
"Tsk, what a lousy place."

As his mind sank into the blessed light, the physical strength he had consumed began to be slowly replenished by an invisible force.

"Alright, let me catch my breath," he thought. "I need to talk to Subaru. This damn place, Gailid, is more dangerous than I thought."

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei reached into his personal chaotic space and pulled out a small, uniquely shaped golden statue, about the size of his palm.

Holding the small statue in his palm, Lu Mingfei concentrated his mind, and a wisp of his will followed the mysterious sensory channel, which he "wrote" into it with his thoughts.

"We've reached the Church of Smoked Flames, and almost got chopped up by that crazy woman called the Devourer of Fading Colors. Where in this godforsaken place is it safe? What route did you take when Kaneki was chasing and biting you? Go back now! Breathing this air will shorten your life by ten years!"

(End of this chapter)