Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 388 - 22: It’s Okay, Because You’re Weak

The thrust shot forward like a rocket at full throttle, its recoil kicking up a raging blast of air behind Duke Qinghui.

But the colossal Bone Demon, on high alert from the start, paid no heed to his surroundings. The Sword Spear materialized before his eyes in an instant—more dangerous than any terror he had faced since escaping his prison. His only option was to parry!

"CLANG!"

The colossal Bone Demon intercepted Westheid’s thrust with his Blade Spear, but the terrifying impact smashed him off the Floating Fortress and sent him plummeting to the ground.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—"

Heavy shockwaves radiated from where their weapons clashed, like a low-altitude explosion. Nearby Bone Demons, despite weighing dozens of tons, were flung aside like rag dolls and sent crashing into the City in the Lake.

Westheid pressed downward with Shadow-Born, his Glowing Weapon. The Rune of Music on his arms pulsed with a faint golden light as at least twenty Rune Abilities activated at once, granting him a boost comparable to a Tier T0 Talent.

’Considering the temporary nature and rarity of the Rune of Music, maybe it’s even more powerful than a permanent Tier T0 Talent?’

The proof was that Westheid had immediately overpowered a genuine Demon Form.

This was a Celestial God’s Shadow! Even if it was just a mass-produced knock-off from Emperor Qianlu, it was still fundamentally a Divine Life. The difference in their level of being was brutally nullified by sheer stats—it was nothing short of terrifying.

The Demon himself was just as surprised. As their weapons trembled from the strain, the Master of Decay’s empty eye sockets, which roiled with crimson Spiritual Fire, remained fixed on Westheid. His skeletal face was expressionless, but his deep voice echoed in Westheid’s mind.

"You are not that Enchanter’s spawn... nor are you one of those long-eared bastards..."

"Ha! Isn’t that obvious? Do I look like an Elf to you?"

Westheid let out a great laugh, veins bulging on his arms. With a low roar from deep in his throat, he unleashed an immense force that traveled through the Master of Decay’s body and into the cubic fortress underfoot, sending countless cracks spiderwebbing across the fallen structure.

Its shell, which could withstand a direct hit from a heavy cannon, was as fragile as a cardboard house against the aftershocks of Westheid’s assault.

"BAM! BAM! BAM!"

Each blow dealt devastating damage to the fortress. Under Westheid’s torrential assault, the entire structure finally buckled under the pressure and disintegrated.

This brought the first round of their clash to an end. Amidst the crumbling ruins, the antlered Bone Demon looked down on the human before him and spoke slowly.

"Enough! Mortal, I acknowledge your strength. I consider you an opponent worthy of having his flesh devoured. State your name!"

The black-haired, purple-eyed man looked up slightly.

"Westheid Qinghui. Remember the name of the man who will kill you. It would be pathetic to die in ignorance."

The Master of Decay fell silent for a moment. "Qinghui... Qinghui... I feel like I’ve heard that name before. Ah, so you’re a descendant of that Holy Spirit... No wonder you’re so beautiful it’s nauseating."

Westheid raised his Sword Spear and retorted with a merciless taunt.

"Interesting. A Cannibal Bone Demon thinks he’s qualified to comment on a Holy Spirit? Have you taken a look at yourself? You’re just some old fossil who crawled out of a prison cell, nothing but a piece of shit squeezed out by Emperor Qianlu."

Lies don’t wound; the truth is the sharpest blade.

Westheid’s perfectly aimed insult completely shattered the antlered Demon’s composure.

BOOM—

An aura erupted from him like a violent gale. The Master of Decay’s fury was palpable, and his voice rose to a booming roar.

"Why am I not qualified?! I am the sovereign of the Pale Forest! The progenitor of thousands of Cannibals!"

"If not for being momentarily deceived and entranced by that bastard, if not for believing his promises, how could I have been reduced to this! Emperor Qianlu... that being who achieved Ascension! He is nothing but a lowly Enchanter who uses his looks to seduce others! Even though He has ascended to the Supreme Heaven, I will forever spit on his name!"

"This Land of Thousand Lakes should have been my prize! Scion of the Holy Spirit! If you insist on helping that Enchanter’s mongrel, then you shall face my wrath! The flesh and blood of the Holy Spirit Bloodline... will make a fine decoration."

’To put it bluntly, he was just a pathetic simp who fell for a pretty face, and now he’s acting all innocent.’

Westheid said nothing, a mocking smirk simply playing on his lips.

The Master of Decay wasted no more words. He strode forward, brandished his Blade Spear, and brought it down in a lightning-fast strike at Westheid, who was minuscule by comparison.

"BOOM—"

Duke Qinghui instinctively moved to block the ferocious attack, but at the moment of contact, he felt an incredible, crushing force.

He hastily tried to disperse the force, but in that split-second of hesitation, the bones in Westheid’s right arm shattered, twisting the limb into a grotesque shape.

Yet, he showed not the slightest hint of panic. Instead, he let out a wild laugh.

"Ha! Not bad, not bad! Now this is more like it! Looks like we can finally have a proper fight... And you were right. I’m in this for the long haul now."

As Westheid spoke, a series of sickening, grinding crunches echoed out as his numerous Talents and Runes forced the bones of his right arm back to their original state.

The splattered flesh and blood seemed to have a life of their own, squirming back into place. Crimson embers swept over the exposed muscle, and a new layer of skin with a metallic sheen covered the wound.

Westheid forcefully clenched his fist. The Magic Power gathered in his arm instantly detonated, releasing a translucent shockwave.