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Chapter 159 Distortion, Robert's End

His steps seemed casual, but he was glancing around at his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, deliberately heading towards a dimly lit, deserted alley.

Just as I stepped into the depths of the alley, a very faint footstep came from behind. A man wearing a large hooded cloak also quietly approached.

Suddenly, the hooded man froze, realizing that Xiren in front of him had vanished into thin air.

The next moment, a black figure crashed down from above.

Xilun slammed down like a cheetah hunting its prey, his legs clamping down on the man's throat like iron pincers in mid-air, and with a sudden burst of power from his waist and abdomen, he twisted forcefully.

Caught off guard, the hooded man immediately began to struggle violently.

He reacted extremely quickly, his body suddenly shrinking down, trying to dissipate the strangulation force on his neck. Then, he grabbed Xilun's body with both hands and slammed him against the brick wall behind him like a sledgehammer.

After completing the twisting and killing motion in mid-air, Xilun smoothly spread his legs and precisely placed his feet on his opponent's shoulders to gain momentum and stand up.

Then he slammed his legs against the wall, and his body slammed into the wall like a cannonball using the recoil.

In an instant, his five fingers formed a claw, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and he struck hard at the opponent's face.

The hooded man was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to block.

boom!

The dull thud echoed through the alley.

The hooded man was jolted back several steps by the immense force, and his large hood slipped down, revealing his true face hidden in the shadows.

Xilun landed steadily, gazing thoughtfully at the familiar yet distorted face before him.

"Robert?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Xilun's mind. Why should he follow him? Surely it wasn't just to spy on his moves before the match?

Given Robert's pride, such underhanded tactics seemed utterly pointless.

Siren's gaze swept over Robert's face, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Robert," he said, "you've got two more wounds on your face. Are you asking for a beating early on because you think you haven't had enough in the ring tomorrow?"

These words, like a sharp steel needle, precisely pierced Robert's most vulnerable wound.

Robert's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his face contorted like a demon's, and he roared, "Shut up! This time I'll definitely beat you!"

His words were ferocious, and his voice had a hoarseness that was unlike that of a human.

The body beneath the cloak seemed to be violently arching and swelling, exuding a terrifying and dangerous aura.

Xiren was taken aback, only then noticing that Robert's cloak was very wide, completely covering his body.

Could it be that they are hiding something shameful?

Before he could think, Robert was already close in like a maddened beast, his right fist slamming down on his head with a fierce whistling sound.

Xilun's eyes turned cold. Without flinching or dodging, he raised his hand and threw a punch to meet the attack.

boom!

The two fists collided, creating a shockwave.

Xilun's feet were rooted to the spot, and he did not move an inch.

Robert, however, was forced back half a step by the recoil, crushing a blue brick on the ground.

Robert steadied himself and stared blankly at his slightly trembling hands.

He could feel that his power had clearly increased significantly, even surpassing that of many experienced first-order baptists, yet he still couldn't overpower Siron in a head-on confrontation!

He gritted his teeth, his face filled with disbelief, and roared, "How is this possible! I've become so much stronger, how could I still not be your match!"

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and charged forward again, shouting, "Rock Collapse!"

This is a high-level combat technique passed down in his family, and now, driven by his mutated power, it is incredibly powerful.

Xilun snorted coldly, and his hands instantly formed claws.

The expert-level skill was displayed without reservation, and the nauseating dark golden aura of the Corrupted Claw surged forth.

With a bang!

Celen's claws shot out at an incredible angle, gripping Robert's wrist tightly.

Then, with a sudden rip from his left hand, he tore Robert's large cloak apart completely.

The sight beneath the cloak made Xiren's pupils shrink sharply.

Beneath Robert's body, a faint, foul-smelling black aura was constantly flowing in and out.

His face was completely grotesque, his features looking as if they had melted and reassembled into a bizarre shape.

What's even more chilling is that wriggling black tentacles and hard scales have appeared on his ribs and shoulders, giving him a grotesque and nauseating appearance.

Just as Celen was momentarily stunned by the horrifying sight, Robert let out an inhuman roar and slammed his other hand down.

Xilun quickly regained his senses, crossed his arms, and forcefully blocked the opponent's attacks.

However, he was horrified to discover that Robert's strength was increasing during the fight, as if there was no limit to it.

Click!

A chilling sound of bones dislocating rang out.

Robert's hand instantly transformed into sharp, skeletal claws, gripping Siren's arm tightly.

Those skeletal claws were incredibly sharp, actually managing to slice through Xilun's proud defenses, tearing several bloody gashes into his flesh.

Xilun felt the pain, suddenly exerted his strength to break free, and quickly retreated to create distance.

He looked down at the ripped flesh on his arm and thought to himself: What the hell is this thing! Even the powerful defense of "Coiled Dragon" can't withstand the cutting of this thing.

The next moment, Robert's hands completely transformed into pale bone claws, and he seemed like some kind of mindless alien, charging forward on all fours.

Xilun dared not fight back any longer and retreated continuously using his agile footwork.

In the narrow alley, claws flashed and stones flew everywhere.

Xiren's clothes were also torn into strips by the fierce claw wind.

Stab it!

Before he could dodge, Xilun's left hand was slashed with a deep, bone-revealing gash, and blood gushed out instantly.

He took two steps back, lowered his head, and stared coldly at the wound.

Robert stopped his attack and chuckled softly, his voice as piercing as an owl's: "I won—"

Robert looked down at his monstrous body, the deformity that had once terrified him now seemed so familiar and perfect.

He could feel that his strength had increased by more than 20% or 30% compared to before.

Even Xilun is no match for them now!

As long as I continue down this path and keep devouring, even the high and mighty Lord Lund will regret not teaching me properly!

Robert threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with the release of pent-up emotions: "I've finally won! Siron, I'm going to tear your flesh, rip your ribs, and devour your extraordinary qualities!"

Your talent, your power, will all belong to me!

The next moment, Xiren slowly raised his head. In his dark eyes, there was no trace of the fear Robert had expected, only endless indifference and mockery.

He glanced at Robert's proud pair of bony claws and said indifferently, "Having an extra pair of claws, let's see what you're capable of."

Before he finished speaking, Xilun's internal energy and blood erupted like a volcano.

The next moment, white, jade-like bone claws suddenly appeared on Xilun's hands.

These claws were extremely thick and long, very sharp, with a cold glint on their blades, exuding a more terrifying and purer killing intent than Robert's.

This sudden turn of events left Robert completely stunned.

His maniacal laughter froze instantly. He stared blankly at Xilun's hands, his voice trembling as he murmured, "You—you also heard God's whispers? You also received the blessing?"

Xilun paused, his brow furrowing slightly, and asked, "What did you say? God? What did you hear?"

However, Robert was no longer listening to Celen's questions; he was completely distraught.

He originally thought that this was a unique blessing bestowed upon him by the gods to make up for the injustice of his fate.

But now, even the one he hated most, Xilun, had it! And even more perfect than his!

Why! Why must even this last bit of pride be taken away!

Seeing that Robert was in a dazed and confused state and did not respond, Xilun stopped talking and moved forward like a ghost. His white bone claws tore through the damp air after the rain and went straight for Robert's throat.

A powerful sense of impending doom jolted Robert back to reality. His eyes were completely consumed by crimson, and the last thread of his reason snapped. He roared, "Kill you! As long as I kill you, I'll still be the only one! Then everything will be alright!"

Like a mad beast, he lunged forward with a claw, disregarding everything.

Stab it!

Two inhuman claws clashed violently in mid-air, producing a piercing scraping sound and a trail of sparks.

With a groan from the impact of the immense force, Robert staggered back two steps.

To his horror, he discovered that the white bone claw he was so proud of had developed fine cracks at the point of impact, showing signs of being unable to withstand the force.

In contrast, Xilun's gleaming white claws remained flawless, their cold light intimidating.

The next moment, Siren gave Robert no chance to catch his breath and closed in.

Bang it!

Xilun's left hand pierced through Robert's defense at an extremely tricky angle, his five fingers tightening like steel bars, crushing Robert's right shoulder.

The crisp sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in the alley.

"what!"

Robert let out a piercing scream, his body twisting violently as he flailed his remaining left claw in an attempt to struggle.

But he was held tightly by Xilun, like prey caught in iron pincers, unable to move.

Siron's eyes were cold as he tried to extract information about the so-called "whispers of God," but Robert had completely fallen into a desperate madness.

He spat out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, staring intently at Xilun, and roared desperately and venomously, "Why! Why can you, a lowly commoner, always so easily steal my limelight! I am the true genius!"

He suddenly moved, and the two of them were already very close. Robert somehow managed to extract the last bit of his abnormal power and shoved and shoved him, using his weight advantage to push Xilen down onto the muddy ground.

Robert's face was contorted in extreme pain as he raised his intact left hand, a bone claw, ready to stab Xiren in the face, prepared to perish together with him.

However, the next moment, his movements abruptly froze in mid-air.

He slowly lowered his head and saw that Xilun's right hand, with its white and sharp bone claw, had pierced through his chest without any resistance and emerged from his back, with warm blood still clinging to the claw tip.

Robert stared intently at the horrific wound on his chest, his eyes momentarily glazed over.

All his strength drained away like a receding tide, and his raised left hand fell limply to the ground.

Robert muttered to himself: Is it finally over?

His life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern—a life full of struggle, a life of constant comparison.

A struggle against his dazzling older brother Rose, a struggle to earn even a single word of approval from his father, a struggle to prove himself at the club—

In the end, all of this came to an end at the hands of a commoner from the slums.

Robert was very dissatisfied with the ending of the story; it was too rushed.

He was the legitimate son of a baron, with noble blood flowing through his veins. How could he die so hastily in a dirty alley?

However, the chilling feeling of life slipping away had completely enveloped him, and he still closed his eyes helplessly.

In the last second before his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness, he thought sadly:

If this is the destined ending of my story, then this is truly a terrible, third-rate novel.

Robert's body went completely limp, collapsing onto Siron, lifeless.

Xiren took a deep breath, inhaling the pungent smell of blood into his lungs. He lay in the muddy water, staring blankly at the gray sky.

He slowly withdrew his hand from Robert's chest, and the white bone claws disappeared, returning to a normal palm.

After two breaths, Celen pushed aside Robert's heavy body and struggled to stand up.

At this moment, he turned to look at the alley entrance and found that some civilians who were passing by had been surprised to discover the terrible scene. They were so frightened that they fell to the ground and then scrambled to notify the Metropolitan Police Department.

Xiren didn't run away; he simply stood calmly in place, awaiting his fate's next move. Soon, he was back in the Metropolitan Police Department for the second time.

Four hours later, the doors of the Saint Laurent City Metropolitan Police Department were pushed open.

Siren walked out expressionlessly, following behind a man in a well-tailored trench coat, and called out in a low voice, "Lord Lund."

Lund stopped, turned around, looked at Xilun with a deep gaze, and said calmly, "I already know everything that happened."

He sighed, but there was little sadness in his voice: "Robert was infected by the unknown language, which caused a severe distortion, and he lost his mind."

This is truly regrettable and heartbreaking, but thankfully, you survived.

Lund patted Xiren on the shoulder and coldly added, "Under Imperial law, there is no responsibility for killing out-of-control mutants."

I imagine that even Robert's family, in order to cover up this scandal, wouldn't dare to blame you.

Xilun let out a long breath, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

A nobleman's son met such an end simply because of his pursuit of power; the world of mysticism is far more cruel than he imagined.