Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 320: Cardinal Lanchi's Fifth Fist Style - Novel Cool

Chapter 320: Cardinal Lanchi's Fifth Fist Style

Chapter 320: Cardinal Lanchi's Fifth Fist Style

"As everyone knows, the most despair-inducing thing about fighting a boss is when you're just about to win, the boss suddenly pops up a super-thick shield, regenerates its health right before your eyes, and forces you to fight all over again. Even more terrifying is not knowing how many times you'll have to go through this mechanism."

Cardinal Lanchi sat in the spectator stands, muttering incomprehensibly.

But the cat boss in his arms seemed to understand Dean's inner collapse.

No wonder Dean had roared at Lanchi earlier.

This man, from the very beginning, had created this infernal mechanism to torment Dean.

"Not being able to see the boss' health bar can really mess with your head. Normally, people would give up in this situation," Cid commented, nodding in agreement.

After conversing with Lanchi for a while, her choice of words started to align with his peculiar phrasing.

Xiah's attribute growth, except for stamina, which was average, was quite balanced and excellent in the other three categories. His most outstanding trait was his high aptitude for spiritual magic and psychokinetic magic, allowing him to directly learn numerous spells.

Lanchi had abandoned Xiah's previous card structure, which resembled a magic-based rogue, preventing him from being a mere spellcaster. Instead, he transformed him into a highly mobile and enduring berserker, increasing his strength by several levels.

As the two chatted casually, Levin Chesterfield, Viscount Quinton, felt his eye twitch.

Although they made it sound easy, he dared not imagine the amount of pain Xiah had endured in those three days to achieve such a transformation.

For young love, it seemed a bit too ruthless.

On the arena.

Dean, who was already in the second round of the fight, had lost his earlier valiance. It was evident that his mental state was unstable.

With his tall stature accentuated by the heavy armor, Dean's bloodshot eyes and snarling mouth continuously roared as he swiftly swung his blade, attempting to slice Xiah in half.

However, Xiah reacted swiftly and performed a side flip, effortlessly dodging the fatal blow.

In an instant, as he drew close to Dean's side, Xiah counterattacked, thrusting his willow leaf blade into the gap in Dean's armor. Accompanied by a spray of blood and Dean's agonized scream, Dean frantically swung his sword again, creating another gust of wind.

Panting heavily, Dean briefly drove Xiah away, seemingly having struck him. Yet, he felt increasingly dizzy.

When Xiah reappeared in his field of vision, there were a few more bloodstains on his leather armor, but he remained unwavering, staring down at Dean without a hint of pain.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Dean roared, his voice shaking. He didn't know when, but he had transformed from his initial confident state to one of agitation and anger, unable to accept this turnaround.

On the other hand, Xiah remained unmoved, maintaining his absolute calm and murderous intent.

This mere shift in mental state caused the balance of the battle to tilt drastically.

Even Dean didn't realize that from the beginning, Xiah's transparent umbrella, resting on his shoulder, had remained untouched by the blood rain, no matter how it fell.

Subsequently.

Even the uninformed residents in the stands could tell that the situation had become one-sided.

Dean, who had been in control, had now lost his advantage, causing Blackbourne's beard to tremble in anger. He pounded the stand floor with his cane and turned to the figure beside him:

"Professor Machi, didn't you say Dean would win?!"

"The opponent is using underhanded tactics. I suggest a thorough investigation after the match," Machi replied, striving to maintain his composure.

"Regardless of the outcome... shouldn't you be taking office as the governor today anyway?"

Blackbourne couldn't calm his fury with such evasive remarks. He glared at Dean, who was increasingly caught off guard on the field, and finally stood up.

"Xiah Candys! If you have the guts, fight Dean like a man! Do you think Lilith will respect you if you win with these despicable tactics?!" Viscount Blackbourne shouted at Xiah from the stands.

"Don't listen to him, Xiah!" Viscount Levin Chesterfiled shouted from the other side of the audience stands.

If his wise nephew continued fighting, he would win. But if he was goaded by the despicable Viscount Blackbourne, he might end up losing! The gap between their strengths wasn't significant, and a momentary mistake could cause him to lose his advantage!

Xiah smiled, a rare occurrence.

As if wanting to give Dean a chance, he slightly widened the distance between them.

"Earlier, you said you wanted to kill someone..."

"

Xiah's gaze turned icy cold, a hint of madness lurking beneath his elegant demeanor.

"That beast in the stands... He won't be leaving Kingston City alive today!! Surrender now, and I might be able to persuade my father to spare him!!!"

Dean's hair hung in disarray, his body swaying as he gritted his teeth and shouted at Xiah, his hand already tightening around his sword hilt.

"Haa..."

Xiah exhaled sharply, the crisp sound of metal clanging as he dropped his willow leaf blade to the ground and closed his umbrella.

"This is what your father asked for."

He said calmly.

"Heh."

You deserve to die!!!

Not giving Xiah a moment to react, Dean, with a maniacal and malicious smile, burst forth with all his might, charging towards the relaxed Xiah to deliver a fatal blow!

The result?

Xiah assumed a boxing stance.

"And that beautiful adult over there, do you think you can talk back to them as well?!

Xiah's anger rose, and in the moment he sidestepped the sword stab, he lunged forward, driving a punch into Dean's neck with his knuckles!

With a clang, Dean's longsword fell to the ground, and he stumbled backwards, clutching his neck in disbelief as saliva and tears of pain streaked down his agonized cheeks, unable to utter a sound.

"Let me show you the killing techniques of our predecessors. That last punch was called friendly exchange."

Xiah smiled coldly.

"Ugh..."

Dean whimpered, understanding his defeat and feeling true fear. But now he also realized the biggest problem: he couldn't even surrender!

Just as Dean, having lost his armor and all sense of dignity, was about to desperately signal his surrender with body language.

"When facing such a distinguished individual, this is basic etiquette!"

Before he could even attempt to flee, Xiah's voice of death rang out behind him. Dean's legs felt numb, and Xiah's low kick smashed into his kneecap, sending him spinning to his knees.

"Behold the glory of virtue and the melody of splendor!"

Before Dean could process the humiliation, a rush of air and a booming sound assaulted him. Xiah's lunging punch and sidewing chop sent stars flashing before his eyes, and the roar of the crowd faded into silence as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

"On top of that, I've also come up with a fifth style..."

In the blink of an eye.

Facing Dean, who was now kneeling on the ground, dazed and confused from the relentless assault, Xiah prepared to deliver an aerial kick.

"And this final kick is called 'Family Bliss'!"

Dean, struck in the groin by Xiah's metal-clad shoe, flipped several times in the air before crashing to the ground, his eyes rolled back, his fate unknown.

Many in the audience felt a sharp, phantom pain in their groins.

With that final kick, Dean's ability to harm girls was likely a thing of the past.

Viscount Blackbourne might also want to consider rerolling his character soon.

On one side of the stands.

"You don't actually have a card called 【Family Bliss】, do you?"

The cat boss was now terrified, fearing that Lanchi had been holding onto an extremely malicious card all this time without ever using it.

While 'Family Bliss' typically referred to the joy of family reunion, the way Lanchi named his techniques... the cat boss didn't dare to guess.

"Who knows."

Lanchi merely continued petting the cat boss, muttering to himself.

Cid, who had been watching the spectacle alongside them, suddenly covered her forehead.

"Oh no, Xiah's gone too far. He's definitely scared Lady Lilys now."

Cid suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.

It was supposed to be a young romance...

She had helped Lanchi train Xiah for three days, and in that time, she had forgotten their initial intention.

But even the cat boss fell silent.

Confused, Cid followed the cat boss's gaze and looked up.

In the distance, on the high platform, Lady Lilys' cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and her body was nearly slumped over the railing. Her lips murmured, "So it was him..."

"......Is this really okay?"

Cid's face was filled with doubt.

Did they really succeed?

Was it that her hint was problematic, or was this style of romance script truly in fashion now?

"Cid, are you satisfied, meow...?"

Tears streamed down the cat boss's face as it asked Cid, who had once confidently assured it that "it wouldn't deviate too far."

"Not my problem."

Cid whistled and averted her gaze.

However.

Even though she considered herself to have a fairly high tolerance.

She never wanted to see another romantic comedy with Lanchi in it ever again.

(End of Chapter)

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