Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Faced with Anthony's powerful punch, Jeston swirled the wine in his glass, casually raised his free left hand, and easily grasped Anthony's fist.

Chapter 175 It's Time for You to Leave (A Long Chapter of 4,000 Words)

The red wine in the glass swirls along the glass wall, gathering into a small vortex.

Jeston's gaze remained fixed on his wine glass, not even glancing at Anthony.

That punch didn't even cause the glass in Jeston's hand to tremble slightly; the wine shimmered with an alluring red glow, as if mocking Anthony's powerlessness.

"What has been implanted in your body?"

Anthony withdrew and retreated, looking somewhat grim.

He could feel that his punch landing in Jeston's palm was like hitting a steel plate.

That kind of touch is definitely not the feel of a normal human palm.

Jeston slowly spread his hands, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"I must say, you are indeed very perceptive. You have implanted some small metal plates, the culmination of Rhine Life Science, into my body."

My Originium Arts are precisely the manipulation of the iron element.

As he spoke, Jeston's palm slowly turned black.

To Anthony's astonishment, Jeston's black hand clenched into a fist and slammed towards him.

Anthony immediately raised his arms to block.

But the instant Jeston's fist landed, Anthony's inhibitor activated simultaneously, and a violent current surged through Anthony's body, creating a slight opening in his defense.

The black fist landed, and Anthony grunted as his tall body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

“Brother Anthony, you haven’t forgotten that you’re still in shackles, have you?” Jeston mocked without restraint.

From behind and to his side, Kafka and Robin simultaneously launched a sneak attack on Jeston.

Unfortunately, Jeston didn't even bother to dodge their attacks. He controlled the metal within his body to condense on his surface, easily neutralizing their attacks.

Then, with one punch each, he knocked the two girls to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Anthony got up again, struggling against the interference of the suppressor, and pounced forward to entangle Jeston tightly. His beastly ferocity erupted once more, and in the entanglement, fists and feet were his weapons, and he even used his sharp teeth.

Unfortunately, Jeston was like an impenetrable metal machine, blocking all of Anthony's counterattacks and relentlessly punching him.

Even with Anthony's physique, he couldn't withstand Jeston's heavy blow. He staggered backward and was eventually knocked down by Jeston's punch.

Throughout the entire fight, Jeston used only one fist, while in his free right hand, he elegantly swirled a glass of red wine, exuding ease and composure.

Jeston's gaze swept over the three people lying on the ground, then looked at Qi Yan and the others. Seeing that Qi Lin had no intention of making a move, he breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

"It seems the situation is clear now."

Instead of pressing his advantage, Jeston continued to tease everyone: "Look at him, the once high and mighty young master of the Simon family has now become a prisoner, and has even been beaten to the ground."

The savage way you fought just now, you looked just like a trapped beast.

Anthony turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his body trembling, before standing up again.

Anyone could see that he had reached his limit, and his ability to stand up again was entirely due to his amazing willpower.

Jeston looked at Robin, who was lying at his feet, with amusement in his eyes, and laughed:

"I forgot to tell you before, the reason your father's company went bankrupt was actually because Simon Company was caught in the crossfire after losing the fight with the Hyde brothers. It was Simon Company that caused your father to fall into this state."

And now, the real culprit who shattered your happy family stands right before you. Kind as I am, I'm willing to give you another chance: pick up your dagger and kill Anthony.

This sudden news shocked both Robin and Anthony.

Anthony gritted his teeth, offering no explanation.

He knew that, given the overwhelming advantage the other side had, there was no way he could outsmart them with lies.

Robin lay on the ground as Jeston gently kicked the dagger in front of her eyes.

A trembling hand slowly reached out, finally gripping the dagger tightly in his palm. Robin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Anthony.

“This is my choice!”

As she spoke, she got up, raised the dagger, and stabbed it straight into Jeston's heart.

The dagger stopped half an inch in front of Jeston's chest and could not get any closer.

Jeston's black hand gripped Robin's wrist tightly, the immense force turning Robin's fair wrist a purplish-blue color.

“What a bad child,” Jeston sneered slowly. “Your father will be heartbroken when he finds out about your choice. He will die alone in his sickbed, tormented by his illness and cursing you, his daughter.”

"shut up!"

Tears streamed down Robin's face as she furiously pounded Jeston with her fists, oblivious to the fact that her wrists were gradually deforming in Jeston's palms and spurting out thick blood.

All she wanted to do now was kill the man in front of her who kept tormenting her and took pleasure in seeing her suffer.

Then... she will commit suicide and go to hell to repent to her father.

Anthony's eyes were bloodshot, and he charged at Jeston again, his body trembling.

Jeston shook his head regretfully, swung Robin's petite body up, and slammed it heavily onto Anthony.

Watching the two figures roll away, Jeston didn't show much joy of victory.

He hoped to see Anthony abandon his dignity and beg for mercy, and he also wanted to see Robin abandon his humanity for his goal, being toyed with by him at will yet still flocking to him.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing but that nauseating, glimmer of humanity.

"I'm tired of playing."

The black metal on Jeston's arm continued to condense, gradually transforming into a hideous, enormous blade.

He slowly walked towards Anthony.

A petite figure blocked his way.

Kafka gripped the deformed scissors tightly, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at Jeston.

Duma rushed to Anthony's side, constantly using Originium Arts to suppress Anthony and Robin's injuries.

As Jeston watched the group's united actions, waves of disgust surged within him. His face contorted, and he suddenly quickened his pace.

Kafka's heart leaped into his throat, his small body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes and raised the scissors.

At that moment, another figure embraced Kafka.

"Qi Yan, how long are you going to keep watching this show?" Hermer hugged the trembling Kafka and shouted angrily.

This was the first time she had shown anger, and there were even tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yeah, how long are you going to keep watching this show?"

Qi Yan turned her head and looked at the door of the infirmary.

The door was pushed open.

A tall, upright figure appeared outside the door.

The female prison guard, Vayvan, gently adjusted the brim of her hat, her imposing dragon eyes locking onto Jeston:

“Jesston, stop. Don’t come any closer to her.”

Jeston abruptly stopped, as if an invisible force had grabbed his neck, and his expression changed drastically.

This time, he finally saw the woman Vaiva's face clearly.

"Sareya!"

Jeston's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Despite Jeston's sudden tense demeanor, Saria remained calm. She turned to Himer and explained:

"Because you made such a commotion, it took me a lot of time to deal with the prison guards."

Hemer, holding Kafka, retreated until she returned to Qi Yan's side, her lips pressed tightly together, offering no reply.

Saria gave Qi Yan a deep look, but said nothing, finally turning her gaze back to Jeston:

“I remember you, Jesston.”

"It's an honor to be remembered by you."

Jeston has completely given up on Anthony and the others, focusing all his attention on Saria.

The glass of red wine in his hand fell and shattered on the ground, the red liquid flowing around his feet.

Black metal surged wildly from Jeston's body, converging on his arms and transforming them into black blades.

Faced with Jeston's change, Saria made no move, but instead spoke casually as if reminiscing about old times:

“When you tried to join Rhine Life, your resume was handed to me after going through layers of screening. Such talents are rare.”

Hatred welled up in Jeston's eyes: "Yes, I also clearly remember the moment when you told me I was not qualified."

I never expected that we would meet again at this time, in this place. I'm even starting to wonder why the head of Rhine Lab's defense department would be in a place like this.

"These are none of your business."

Saria's hands hung naturally at her sides: "All you need to know is that it's time for you to leave."

"...Leave the stage?"

Jeston chuckled softly, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "I think you must have made a mistake, Seria."

I've heard that your abilities are somewhat similar to mine, but before we've even had a chance to spar, you've already turned me away.

I've always had a slight doubt about whether you're truly stronger than me.

Saria wasn't too surprised, she simply made a nasal sound.

A layer of white crystals slowly covered her hands, which hung at her sides, pure and beautiful.

Himer looked at Saria's Originium Arts with a somewhat complicated expression:

"That's her ability, calcification, which allows her to freely manipulate calcium elements and their compounds within a certain area centered on herself."

Neither the intense heat of flames nor the impact of hard objects could break through that layer of white crystals; I've never even seen Saria injured.

As he spoke, Jeston had already made his move, his arms transforming into black blades that sliced ​​through the air and slashed down fiercely at Saria's head.

A dull thud echoed through the medical room.

Saria blocked Jeston's slash with one hand, her body steady and without swaying in the slightest.

With a casual gesture, Jeston immediately staggered back several steps.

This contrast ignited a surge of fury in Jeston's eyes. He roared, forcibly stopping his movements, and unleashed a flurry of slashes at Saria with both hands.

The two dull slashes almost merged into one, and Saria gently swung her calcified arm, forcing Jeston back once again.

“Jesston, when I rejected you, I said one thing to you.”

Saria stopped being on the defensive, stepped forward, and threw a punch: "I told you before that you were too complacent and lacked perseverance. My subordinates don't need people like that."

Jeston raised his arms to block, but the fist, which didn't seem particularly powerful, was as unstoppable as a landslide.

A crack appeared on the black blade on Jeston's arm.

“But you only remember that I rejected you, but you never thought about what I left you with. Jeston, your mind is too narrow.”

Saria stepped forward again, still swinging her fist with one hand, towards Jeston's black blade.

The black blade cracked and splintered under the white fist.

Jeston's face showed terror as he retreated, completely unable to fight back.

"As long as you remain a drifting duckweed without any principles, I will refuse no matter how many times you come!"

Saria took her third step and delivered her final punch: "Get out of the way!"

Her reminder did not bring Jeston to his senses.

Jeston's eyes bulged out, and he let out an almost inhuman roar. His face twisted and contorted, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, as he recklessly met the white fist.

The black blade shattered inch by inch under the white fist.

Saria's fist stopped firmly in front of Jeston's eyes. There was no joy of victory in her eyes, only utter disappointment.

"Heh...heh, such a steady punch, you didn't even use your full strength?"