fynovel Chapter 447: Ignorant Prey
Chapter 447: Ignorant Prey
Chapter 447: Ignorant Prey
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Meanwhile, in another place, at the same time...
A man in a white cloak stared a cohort of students down, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He stood still, a wave of heat radiating from him.
With Elijah in the lead, Quinn, Aria, and Junior instinctively took their stances, preparing for the worst.
The four understood that this was no test. Readying themselves for the hurt they knew was inevitable.
"Oh~."
Letting out a low chuckle, the man raised his hand and opened his palm.
"Since you already picked up on what I'm here for, let's not waste any time, shall we?"
A dark red flame materialized above it.
"Remember you died in my Hell. Wit."
The flame began to dance, and he blew his hand, extinguishing it.
"Don't freeze up..."
Elijah muttered, his eyes never leaving Wit's, while his mind raced through possible strategies.
"We'll live a few minutes longer if we do this right."
The priest didn't give him a chance to speak further.
With an unseen motion, he raised his left hand, matching his right, and clapped, conjuring a wall of fire that erupted from the ground behind them, cutting off their retreat.
The heat was intense, the flames roaring like a beast ready to devour.
Aria looked at it with slight panic, her heart pounding in her chest, but she steeled herself, gripping her staff tighter.
"No turning back now!"
Elijah was the first to move, Quinn right after him, nearing a shop to Wit's right.
He quickly activated Grim Veil, shrouding his soul in a dark mist that made his form difficult to track, and dashed forward, closing the distance between himself and Wit.
Just as he reached him, he swung his daggers in cross-motion, inwardly chanting Spectral Scythe.
His daggers went forth, and an ethereal scythe materialized above Wit, spinning downwards to cleave his head off.
Wit grinned, conjuring a Flaming Tornado around him just before any of Elijah's attacks could reach.
The vortex of fire exploded upwards, pushing away everything around it.
Elijah was forced to leap back to avoid being engulfed by the flames, barely managing to escape uns
That single exchange showed the difference in power between them, but no one in the cohort was discouraged.
They already knew that it was an unwinnable fight; seeing evidence of it changed nothing.
Instead, they chose to go out in a blaze of glory.
Aria attacked next, planning to use Wit's ability against him.
She aimed her staff and chanted in a low voice:
"Thorn Volley."
Sharp green thorns, each one the size of her hand, shot out her staff, all aimed at Wit's chest.
While midair, they suddenly experienced a speed boost.
The reason was clear: Junior had activated his Aegis Radiance, buffing all his allies.
This sudden acceleration might have caught a different opponent off guard, but Wit remained unfazed.
He flicked his right hand, and the tornado collapsed, unleashing mini Dragon's Breaths that erupted in all directions.
Torrents of searing flames incinerated the thorns before they could even near him, destroying the surrounding walls at the same time.
Junior charged forward to meet what remained of the attack with his wall shield, blocking a tiny lick of flame that came in his cohort's direction.
As he got pushed back slightly, he raised his newly acquired Glaive, another of Emir's rewards, activating Aetheric Blade.
The glaive's blade, now coated with Aether, tore through the air, aimed at Wit, intent on tearing through him, but the man barely flinched.
Instead, he lashed out with a Lava Whip.
The molten weapon cracked through the air, reaching Junior before his glaive could land. Junior's eyes widened, barely managing to hide behind his shield in time.
But that didn't matter.
The force of the impact sent him flying back, heat radiating through him as his body rolled across the ground.
At that exact moment, Quinn finally revealed herself, attacking him from the left.
As she took Wit's attention away, both Elijah and Aria attacked from the right.
Wit didn't bother to dodge, smacking the side of the scythe with his fiery hand, breaking it.
That was a mistake.
Even though he dismantled the attack, he shouldn't have touched a Reaper carelessly, even if
it was a student.
The figure of a hooded humanoid engraved itself into where he touched the scythe.
A Death Mark had been cast on him.
He looked up in surprise, not expecting Elijah to be a fourth-ability Reaper at such a young
age.
It wasn't one of the most rarely sighted of the ten specializations for no reason. Besides the stigma being a factor, it was a hard path to walk, so Wit's surprise was more than
understandable.
However, he quickly regained his composure, shaking off the rising weakness creeping
through his body.
Wit anticipated Elijah's next attack-two daggers aimed directly at his neck.
He could've dodged, but he couldn't move.
Aria's roots were still wrapped around his feet.
It would take him a second to break free, but that time would be plenty enough for Elijah's
daggers to reach him.
"Good."
In a blur of motion, Wit shot both hands forward, fingers spreading like claws as they snapped
around the blades, halting the attack.
Tiny cracks formed at the points of contact, and Elijah quickly stepped back, recognizing
failure for what it was.
This allowed Quinn the freedom to follow up.
Her sword glowed further dark as she stepped near and slashed at the Wit's midsection.
The blade cut through his cloak, catching him off guard since he was still recovering from
repelling Elijah.
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No blood was drawn.
The sword was stuck, barely digging an inch into his skin.
Wit looked at her, marking the moment when one second had passed.
His legs were freed; he had kicked the roots apart, breaking their hold.
Quinn didn't move, not because she couldn't, but because she wanted to.
Her sword dug itself further into him, a poor attempt meant to hold him back.
"NOW!"
The cohort launched their attacks from all directions-a scythe, a glaive, and roots.
"Good, good~."
With a chuckle, Wit activated his Flaming Tornado once more.
Before the vortex of flames could fully materialize, Quinn kicked his back, yanking her sword
free as quickly as she could.
His body didn't even flinch, nor did his ability waver. Flames erupted around him, surging upward and searing Quinn's hands.
It bounced off their attacks, forcing them all to retreat while incinerating Aria's roots.
"АНННН-!"
Quinn barely stifled her scream, quickly joining her cohort and positioning herself behind
Junior.
Wit stared at them through the flames and stepped forward, interest burning in his eyes.
"Really, great effort. Except for him and another cohort in your batch, no one your age can
match you..."
He admitted, his voice laced with obvious amusement.
But that faded with his next words:
"It's truly unfortunate that you'll die today."