Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 115 Opportunity for Victory

Philip's sapphire blue eyes turned blood red, and wisps of black energy flowed from his fingernails, transforming into a pair of black bat wings. He took flight in the night and chased after Zilingus ahead.

This commotion did not escape Qilingus's notice. The "Hurricane Admiral" looked at the damned guy sticking to his back, and his eyes immediately revealed irritability and murderous intent. This was not only due to the influence of the "Sailor" pathway, but also because of his absolute confidence in himself.

This is nothing but a pathetic worm who dreams of defeating him with a few extraordinary items of the same level, and of getting his bounty and "Crawling Hunger"!

Zilingus immediately abandoned the idea of ​​leaving and prepared to deal with this unreasonable guy who had given up his own chance to live and came here to die for nothing.

"Mental piercing!"

He focused his mind and used the ability of the "Interrogator," using the pressure at the spiritual level to attack Philip's spiritual body directly. The attack, which felt like a physical attack, made the latter cover his head, and his flight slowed down by two seconds.

But at this moment, those two extra seconds were irrelevant, because Qilingus abandoned flight, found a nearby rooftop, and stood there like a predatory beast poised to pounce. He then lowered his voice and said coldly:

"Come on, let me see what I'll gain next. Don't tell me about the vampires' ability to fly; the 'witch's' mirror substitution technique will be your reliance."

"Of course I have it! Just close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. I have some pretty good gas," Big Philip sneered, standing fearlessly on the edge of the house.

"We'll have an answer soon."

Although he appeared confident on the surface, he suddenly felt a headache coming on. If he were to forcibly use the "Flame Gloves" to light the candle and chant incantations to summon a letter for help, there would only be two possible outcomes.

The first option is for Zilingus to flee as a precaution, avoiding further combat.

The second method involves confirming that Philip has no companions around, then taking the opportunity to attack him relentlessly, rendering him mentally disabled and completely losing his ability to maintain control of the situation.

If only there were craftsmen, but they are too rare, and I can't find any way to get them. Philip gritted his teeth, retracted his bat wings, and reserved the remaining two minutes to avoid giving himself away.

The fact that the other party was forced to stop and couldn't determine the duration of his flight was probably a major reason; otherwise, they would have likely continued to leave and kept him there as a clown.

"snort."

Zilingus gave a disdainful snort.

Immediately afterwards, his black glove was covered with a layer of fine, dark gold scales, and his dark green eyes seemed to rise up strangely. Then, invisible giant waves spread outwards from him and spread around him.

Philip's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and his already tense expression inevitably revealed fear. The giant wave that had caused almost no harm swept over him felt to him like the deep, muffled roar of a dragon in his ear.

Heh, hehe

Philip's body trembled slightly, but the shock in his eyes was replaced by a strange excitement. At the same time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, echoing the bloody scratches beside him, making him look eerily beautiful under the crimson moonlight.

Attacking the spiritual body, simulating the dragon's might to intimidate, the "Nightmare" silently pulling people into dreams, and the disguise ability used to infiltrate Duke Negan's gathering—four of these have already been tested.

"If you don't have any other decisive abilities, then unfortunately, I have no reason to back down now."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, Qilingus impatiently unleashed several wind blades. Simultaneously, enveloped by the gale, he charged forward with a speed comparable to that of a "living corpse," swinging his fists.

There were no mirrors around, so the "silver-white" mirror substitution technique was ineffective. However, Philip didn't care about these things. Instead, he took off the ring again and, the moment he turned back into a man, dodged the wind blades by sidestepping.

However, the impact that followed Zilingus really hit his body, and even though Philip held it back with his hand, it still left a small dent in the latter's body.

"Your intelligence seems inadequate."

Philip smiled, a smile devoid of any real joy, his cold gaze fixed on Zilingus, then on his own fingernails, which had just been digging into the back of Zilingus's hand and were now turning black.

As Philip realized something was wrong during the hurricane and prepared to evacuate, two bright red dots appeared on each of the two sleeves tied around his wrists to stop the bleeding. These dots gradually became hot and burning.

boom--!

The subtle yet unmistakable explosion quickly faded into the silent night and crimson moonlight, but the effects of the fire explosion did not disappear.

Zilingus escaped in a disheveled state; his clothes were charred, and his face was far from handsome. Coupled with his resentful and hateful expression, he could even be described as a vengeful demon.

"Huff, huff"

Philip gasped for breath, his hand, bleeding again, lifting with some difficulty to tear off the charred strips of cloth from his wrist—which could no longer be called clothing—and then muttered to himself with regret, "What a pity, it was within my tolerance."

If he didn't care about his life, he could try to charge up the fire bombs he had just hidden in those two bandages. If the charge was blazing white, the power would be two or three times greater, or even more.

But in the end, Philip felt that his own hands were more valuable than the immediate profits, and he chose this safer method.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Similar to the cut from the wind blade, the bleeding would stop in a minute or two thanks to its self-healing ability, but it wouldn't be completely healed before the battle ended. He looked at Qilingus, whose killing intent was almost solidifying, and pondered how to use the biological toxin vial to continue trading blows.

Self-healing was his only means of support.

Meanwhile, Qilingus, who was on the other side, had finally had enough of this damned guy in front of him. His black gloves began to writhe as if they were alive, and a layer of dark gold scales reappeared on their surface.

However, at that moment...

Zilingus froze on the spot.

Suddenly, the blurry image of a blonde woman appeared in his dark green eyes, and at the same time, his body trembled strangely as he managed to utter words with difficulty:

"Take advantage of the moment"

After a moment of stunned silence, Philip, confirming that it wasn't a trap, rushed forward at top speed, digging his fingernails into the man's neck. Then, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, skillfully opened the bottle of biological toxin with one hand, pried open Zilingus's mouth, and threw it in.

(End of this chapter)