Chapter 246: The Triple Combo

Chapter 246: The Triple Combo

Senor naturally could not gamble that the object thrown by his opponent posed no threat. He immediately dodged aside and flashed into the distance, letting the iron cigarette case sealed by the wall of spirituality fall to the ground.

Then he opened his mouth again and released a scream.

That howl, as though coming from the depths of the spirit body, made Klein’s head ache. Even though he often endured the damage caused by the ravings of the True Creator, Mr. Door, and similar existences and thus had considerable resistance to such attacks, he still inevitably froze briefly. His nose burned, as if capillaries inside had burst.

However, his own resistance, combined with the weakening effect of Bribe, meant that the pause lasted only a single instant. And this was something Blood Admiral Senor could not know.

Therefore, Klein pretended he had not recovered so quickly, revealing a weakened side as he waited for the enemy to take the bait.

In a normal battle, because a Wraith could use mirror-like objects to jump, and because his position could not be predicted in advance, even if Klein created clusters of flames to continuously flash around, he could not keep the distance within five meters at all times. His manipulation of the Spirit Body Threads would always only just take effect before being interrupted.

For this, he planned to take a small risk and lure his opponent into the trap he had dug, ending the battle as soon as possible so he could flee toward the cliff.

Seeing that the target had shown obvious dullness after repeated injuries from Wraith screams, Senor did not hesitate. His aura became deep and gloomy.

At the position of Klein’s eyes, Blood Admiral’s figure swiftly appeared, scaled down proportionally and exceptionally clear.

It did not look like a reflection of the outside world. It was as if the two tiny figures lived inside his pupils!

Just as Wraith possession was nearly complete, the clothing-torn and scorched Klein bent his waist slightly, calmly extending his palm to the left, as though he were a courteous gentleman saying, “Please.”

Creeping Hunger maintained that evil yet noble black color, forcibly distorting Blood Admiral’s target.

And because of the freezing halo from earlier, the surroundings were full of white frost and crystals—equivalent to mirrors!

On the thin layer of ice, Senor’s tricorne-hatted figure emerged, his expression slightly stunned.

At that moment, Creeping Hunger switched again to a deep, dark state. Klein spoke a Devilish word filled with filth:

“Slow!”

Senor, who was about to use a mirror-like object to jump away, stiffened at once. His figure uncontrollably outlined itself. His movements became very wooden, and his attempt failed.

Because Slow could not be used continuously, Klein made the glove on his left palm turn pale and take on a tinge of eerie green.

Zombie!

The frost-white ice sealing the ground intensified again, rapidly spreading to Senor. The pirate admiral, his movements slowed, began freezing from the tips of his toes, transforming into a complete ice sculpture.

Knowing that Wraiths had strong resistance to freezing, Klein did not delay. He spent one second making Creeping Hunger look as if it had been cast from gold.

The illusory clusters of black lines in his eyes vanished. Two dazzling bolts of silver-white lightning erupted from his depths to the surface.

Interrogator. Psychic Piercing!

Under normal circumstances, Senor’s body, which was almost one with his spirit, would only be slightly affected and might even cause Klein to suffer backlash. But he had just escaped Slow and not yet removed the ice seal, so he could only forcibly endure these invisible arrows aimed at the spirit.

It was as if a knife tip had drilled into his mind and savagely stirred. Pain spread throughout his body, causing him to briefly lose reason.

By the time he regained clarity and prepared to perform successive jumps to pull distance…