strokinit #115 - Section 115
#115 - Section 115
There are two ways to get rid of this guy.
Either attack him with such overwhelming power that he can't withstand it and explodes on the spot.
Damage that can't be absorbed won't be countered.
Or, find his weakness.
Even the most powerful abilities must have weaknesses. He doesn't believe that a mere evil spirit would have no weaknesses at all.
"Let's see if I can break his endurance limit first."
Rhode looked at the Yama Sword in his hand, the smile on his lips becoming more bloodthirsty.
The last time he fought someone so seriously was probably when he faced the Giant King.
But even in that battle against the Giant King, it was just a one-sided slaughter.
From beginning to end, the Giant King didn't have a chance to resist at all and was directly hammered to death by him.
This time, he hoped this guy could last a little longer.
If he's killed too quickly, it won't be interesting.
Whoosh!
His figure instantly appeared in front of the evil spirit. Rhode looked down at the evil spirit, which looked exactly like Sir Felix.
Although the appearance was very similar, the aura of the evil spirit deep down couldn't be concealed at all.
Even if it really was Sir Felix, it was a distorted evil spirit.
Looking at the unscathed evil spirit, and then at his own injured body, Rhode licked the blood stains splattered on his face.
The bloodthirst in his eyes became even more frantic.
The wounds on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The werewolf's recovery ability was already terrifying enough, coupled with the earth power of the Giant race and the Giant King.
As long as he stood on the ground, even if he was beaten to the point where only a skeleton remained, he could recover quickly.
"Able to absorb and counterattack other people's attacks?"
"I don't believe you can keep eating like this."
Rhode grinned and slashed forward again without hesitation, countless bloody marks appearing on his body in an instant.
Rhode didn't pause for even half a second, continuing to wield the Yama Sword in his hand.
The chaotic sword light formed an impenetrable curtain of blades, with hundreds and thousands of slashes landing on the evil spirit every second.
He didn't believe that there was any invincible ability in this world. If there was, it was only because he wasn't strong enough.
Since this guy could keep swallowing attacks and returning them to him, he would use the simplest method to solve it.
Constant attacks!
If this evil spirit was compared to a jar, then the upper limit of attacks it could withstand was the capacity of the jar.
If the attack was compared to water, then this evil spirit's ability was to pour the water out while pouring it in.
In this way, the jar would never be filled.
However, if the water flow was turbulent enough and the flow rate was fast enough, even a jar with a leaky bottom would be filled.
Simply put, as long as his attacks were fast enough and powerful enough.
When the power of the attacks was superimposed to the limit, a flaw would appear in this evil spirit's ability.
At that time, he would be like a balloon full of air.
He would be burst by his attacks.
Of course, how much the limit threshold for withstanding attacks was needed to be verified by himself.
Who would fall first, he who endured the same damage, or this guy who reached the limit and exploded?
How would he know without trying?
Countless sword marks permeated the air. The speed at which Rhode's injuries appeared even exceeded his body's recovery ability.
Visibly, the injuries became more and more serious.
Under this extreme pressure, Rhode felt his potential being constantly elevated and excavated.
Crack!
Finally, the first crack appeared on the evil spirit who was being beaten back by Rhode.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, more and more cracks appeared on the evil spirit.
In just a moment, the evil spirit in front of him was like a broken, exquisite porcelain doll.
Rhode pierced the evil spirit's heart with a sword and grabbed the evil spirit's head with one hand.
Sacrifice!
The severely injured and dying evil spirit had no ability to resist at all. A painful expression of struggle appeared on its face, but it was still forcibly sacrificed by Rhode.
As the evil spirit was sacrificed, Rhode felt his mental power increase at an extremely fast speed, surging by a small half in a short moment.
At the same time, the ability from the evil spirit was also plundered by him.
"This evil spirit's ability is a bit interesting."
Rhode stroked his chin. The evil spirit left him with a total of three abilities.
The first ability was called Parasitic Evil Spirit. Parasitize evil spirits on the body, raise them, let them kill each other, and generate resentment and hatred to strengthen oneself.
And he could use the power of the evil spirits generated by these evil spirits killing each other to strengthen his mental power.
However, to devour the power of the evil spirits, one must endure the corresponding pain and resentment.
The stronger the evil spirit's resentment, the stronger the power of the evil spirit generated.
Therefore, he still needed to constantly find ways to make these evil spirits become more resentful and painful.
Although this method could continuously strengthen his mental power, the side effects were too great.
Moreover, Rhode didn't have the habit of parasitizing evil spirits on his soul.
Therefore, this ability was basically a chicken rib.
He had the effort to directly sacrifice the evil spirit and turn it into mental power, wouldn't that be better? Why waste time on that small amount?
The second ability was a bit useful.
As long as his emotions fluctuated violently, and emotions such as jealousy and resentment appeared in his heart, his power would continue to grow.
In theory, as long as he was jealous and angry at someone to the extreme, his power could even skyrocket to twice its normal state.
However, he really hadn't encountered many people who could make him jealous and resentful.
Would anyone be jealous and resentful of ants?
It would be better to just crush them to death.
Even if it was an evenly matched enemy, being able to make him serious wouldn't necessarily make him feel emotions such as anger and jealousy.
Therefore, it was really hard to say when this ability could be used.
The only useful ability was the last one.
Absorption and counterattack. Absorb the damage received. As long as it doesn't exceed one's own endurance limit, one can return the opponent's power unscathed.
However, the returned power was only 80% of the total power.
In theory, as long as his body could withstand the damage, it wouldn't cause him harm.
But it was only in theory.
In fact, when the damage accumulated to a certain extent, he would still be harmed, but this upper limit threshold was very high.
Moreover, this ability also had a second-stage damage, which was to actively endure the opponent's attack and then return the power at twice the amount.
The reason why the evil spirit just now didn't use this ability was because it couldn't withstand it at all.
The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Absorbing the damage and counterattacking could barely last for a while.
If he actively endured his attack, he could turn this guy's soul fragments into dust in one second.
The harvest was not bad.
Rhode nodded in satisfaction.
"Why would there be such a terrifying evil spirit on Cinderella's body?"
After solving the evil spirit, Rhode began to think about the reason for the appearance of this evil spirit.
Could it just be because of Cinderella's charm?
He admitted that Cinderella did have a special magic that would make people who saw her unconsciously develop love and jealous possessiveness.
However, it would be a bit too much to want to nurture such a terrifying evil spirit just by relying on this charm.
Therefore, there must be something he didn't know.
Rhode looked at the devastated manor. With a recovery magic, the manor instantly returned to its original state.
Rhode pondered the problem on Cinderella's body and walked towards the villa.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a pair of sharp scissors fell from overhead, and stuck straight in front of Rhode.
"Ah! Knight, Sir Knight, I... I didn't do it on purpose."
The gardener, who was trimming the branches and leaves on the tree, was so frightened that his face turned several shades paler when he saw the scissors that almost fell on the knight.
Wouldn't this knight think he was deliberately trying to assassinate him?
Thinking of this, the gardener's legs trembled, and he almost peed his pants.
"It's okay, pay attention next time."
Rhode frowned, feeling a little strange but unable to say what was strange.
As a result, after only a few steps, a steel fork standing against the wall suddenly fell down, and was only twenty centimeters away from stabbing him in the neck.
In just a few hundred meters, Rhode encountered a total of three accidents, but each time he avoided the accident by a hair's breadth.
Even if he was stupid, he felt that something was wrong.
"Curse!"
Obviously, this should be a misfortune-type curse. The cursed person would suffer all kinds of misfortunes.
And this misfortune was obviously from Cinderella's body.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have died countless times in this situation, but he had the blessing of the dwarves, and his luck was much stronger than ordinary people.
Even misfortune couldn't kill him.
The powers of the curse and the blessing conflicted, so he encountered so many dangerous situations, but he was unscathed.
"No wonder everyone who approaches Cinderella dies."
The evil spirit on her body was formed acquiredly, but this curse appeared even earlier than the evil spirit.
Anyone who came into contact with Cinderella would be attacked by the evil spirit. If the evil spirit couldn't kill them, they would suffer all kinds of disasters.
Evil spirit + curse, who could withstand this?
Rhode felt it was a bit unbelievable that Madam Tremaine and her two daughters could survive.
Sir Felix's obsession could only block the evil spirit's attack a little.
But how did they avoid this misfortune, which could be called causality?
It seemed that there were more secrets on this madam than he imagined.