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Facing Fang Senyan, his formidable enemy who had meticulously planned against him... Lord Fooke said nothing. At this moment, words were utterly useless. His eyes flashed like will-o'-the-wisps. The hand Fang Senyan used to grab the sword blade was instantly frozen by a chilling cold, the icy feeling penetrating his heart.

Now that Fang Senyan had reached the point of revealing his true intentions, he didn't hesitate. He backhanded and drew the 17th Wester, aiming it at Lord Fooke's head! Lord Fooke countered with a horizontal slash, the two weapons clashing in the air, sparks of coldness and blue starlight flying.

Both of them let out a muffled roar from their throats, exerting force simultaneously. They pressed forward together! The black gas around Lord Fooke's body solidified, churning and surging. Their faces were less than twenty centimeters apart, separated only by two peerless weapons. Their eyes seemed to want to tear open the enemy's chest, rip out their heart, and carve up their lungs!

Fang Senyan grunted, applying pressure and forcing Lord Fooke back half a step. From the point on Lord Fooke's shoulder where Sival had slashed his armor, a stream of purplish-black, rotten gas gushed out, flowing like blood and sizzling on the ground like sulfuric acid! White vapor billowed out, foul beyond description.

At this time, the distance between the two was still only half a meter. The intense rotten stench from Lord Fooke assaulted him, but he could no longer restrain his waning strength. He had fallen into Fang Senyan's trap and was indeed at his weakest: first, he and Momoer had consumed half of his black magic limit to teleport through space, making it difficult to unleash powerful spells. This was the first piece of bad news.

Fighting away from his lair meant his strength was halved compared to his peak. This was the second piece of bad news.

Next, his mount Momoer was trapped by the undead pirates on the Black Pearl… needless to say, a knight without his mount's strength would decline… his strength halved again!

Then, while chasing Fang Senyan, he went on a killing spree! Although the souls of those killed by Lord Fooke would be converted into his power, the conversion required a process, just like nutritional supplements wouldn't take effect immediately but would have to go through the stomach, large intestine, and small intestine for digestion and absorption.

Those dead souls would only be converted into Lord Fooke's immediate combat power after three days, but the black magic and energy he expended during the killing process couldn't be replenished in a short time!

What's more, he had been severely injured by Sival in the process! This caused his strength to drop by half again!

In other words, Lord Fooke, who had fallen into Fang Senyan's trap, only had one-eighth of his normal strength! And of that remaining eighth, Fang Senyan was nearly immune to Lord Fooke's most powerful disease and cold effects! That's why Fang Senyan dared to challenge him one-on-one!

It was easy to imagine how powerful Lord Fooke was at his peak, capable of withstanding a legendary warship in melee combat! (Of course, the Black Pearl was an exception.)

"This damned… ant!" Lord Fooke's icy eyes locked onto the eerie skeleton before him, feeling the waves of weakness emanating from the depths of his body and his increasingly heavy breathing. An absurd feeling welled up in his heart: Could it be that he, who had abandoned his title, wealth, and beauty in exchange for unlimited power, who had looked down upon the world for more than a decade, was not going to die at the hands of those powerful legendary figures and holy priests, but was going to be buried by this insignificant ant?

As soon as this thought arose, Lord Fooke's cold eyes became empty in an instant! Then, a will-o'-the-wisp flashed fiercely!

He tilted his head, and Fang Senyan's grim longsword struck the wound that Sival had cut earlier. Foul, purplish-black liquid spurted out, drenching Fang Senyan. At the same time, an incomparably cold vortex formed in Lord Fooke's right hand, then thrust out towards Fang Senyan!

In that instant, an indescribable low temperature enveloped Fang Senyan's entire body. The feeling was as if hundreds of dead people's cold, pale faces were pressed tightly against his skin, the deathly intent of the deceased greedily sucking away all life's warmth.

Rinfeng Chongji (Icy Wind Impact)!!!

The sound of cracking ice layers frantically spread across Fang Senyan's body! Lord Fooke then suddenly raised the ice-bladed runic sword in his hand and slashed downwards in a small arc!

With a "whoosh," an incomparably cold ice cone arrow shot out from the tip of the runic sword!

Fang Senyan barely managed to block it horizontally. The 17th Wester collided with the ice blade arrow in the air, shattering and breaking, leaving deep marks on his skeletal surface.

Fang Senyan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lord Fooke open his mouth and "...poof..." A spinning ball of phosphorus fire shot out of his mouth, heading straight for him.

Fang Senyan had high resistance to disease and cold, but his resistance to fire was normal. Startled, he only had time to reach out and grab it.

At this time, the moon re-entered the clouds, and Fang Senyan returned to his human form. He could see the slender phosphorus fire ball spewed out by Lord Fooke clutched tightly in his hand, squeezed, and twisted. Because it was stained with fresh flesh, it burned fiercely, scorching the flesh of his single hand and sizzling, just like an unwilling and rebellious snake, still struggling.

Strictly speaking, Lord Fooke had already abandoned the essence of a Lizi (ionized) knight. His sword was more like a magic wand, often used for various bizarre black magic. The difference from a magician was that this guy was still wearing a heavy suit of plate armor and had an extremely strange and evil mount!

Seeing that Fang Senyan was about to extinguish the phosphorus fire alive, Lord Fooke punched his shoulder wound with his backhand, and a large mass of dark purplish-black liquid spurted out, drenching the phosphorus fire.

The phosphorus fire, which was about to be extinguished, immediately became hot again, with twisted and painful faces appearing on it, wailing in pain. Although the location of the two people's battle was on the top of a cliff, the wailing sounds mixed together actually produced echoes that collided with each other in a closed space, piercingly sharp, just like ghosts crying and gods wailing!

With the sharp increase in intensity, it even burned Fang Senyan's flesh, causing drops of liquid to fall, and after landing on the ground, a large area of cyan-black ghost flames immediately burst out, burning the hard rocks and making crackling sounds.

Faced with this kind of attack that was impossible to defend against, that tragic and bloody feeling rose up in Fang Senyan's heart again. The continuous burning injuries triggered the passive ability on the armor. His courageous and rebellious nature resurfaced from the depths of his soul. He shouted loudly, advancing instead of retreating! With the raging flames, he drew his sword and slashed fiercely at Lord Fooke!

At this time, the disadvantage of Lord Fooke losing his mount was reflected. After casting a spell, there would be a period of spell delay. Therefore, he had no way to dodge and was violently attacked by the angry Fang Senyan with a long sword, attacking against attack, trading injury for injury!

Deep blue light flashed continuously, and the harsh sound of cutting flesh and bone kept ringing! Even more strangely, with the heavy swing of Fang Senyan's last knife, the gloves he was wearing suddenly flashed with silver light. It could be seen that the surrounding humid water vapor crazily gathered, forming a huge blue bubble that enveloped Lord Fooke. It was difficult for him to move even half a step inside!

This was the passive ability of Fang Senyan's newly acquired equipment, "Deformed Thick Scales": Tidal Impact! Once enveloped by this water bubble, if the bubble was not broken, the target would continue to be in a state of 80% movement speed reduction!

Lord Fooke did not expect such a situation to occur. He hesitated slightly and ate another knife from Fang Senyan! This knife triggered two critical strike effects! There was a crisp cracking sound at Lord Fooke's shoulder, and half a piece of plate armor shoulder pad flew out, and his entire arm drooped down. Purplish-black gas surged out, turning into faces of wronged souls who had been liberated in the air, frantically escaping. It seemed that Lord Fooke had sealed countless painful dead souls in his body, and the power of his magic originated from this!

Fang Senyan did not hesitate at this time, and raised his knife again. There was still a golden light flashing on the 17th Wester, and the power of Odin was blessed on it, and the damage to Lord Fooke was particularly great, and then Fang Senyan slashed down with force!

This knife completely cut off Lord Fooke's injured arm, flying high, presenting a parabola and landing on the ground with a snap. However, at this time, in Lord Fooke's other hand, a cold light flashed, and a long ice spear suddenly condensed! Looking at the specifications and style of the ice spear, it was actually the required weapon of the knights in the Middle Ages, the knight's lance!

Fang Senyan did not know that before Lord Fooke fell, he had even entered the top three in the knight selection on the British Isles that year!

Then Lord Fooke violently threw out the lance in his hand, the ice spear!

The cold electricity flashed and pierced Fang Senyan's chest. Suddenly, his entire left half of his body was numb! Even the blood spurting out from the wound on his back instantly condensed into strings of bright red ice flakes in the air!

The ice spear continued to be unstoppable, dragging Fang Senyan out five or six meters, and then nailing him to the rock behind him.! .