FVN Chapter 666: The Broken Boy Meets The Soul Breaker
Chapter 666: The Broken Boy Meets The Soul Breaker
Chapter 666: The Broken Boy Meets The Soul Breaker
[You have discovered Talent: Full Impact(SSS)]
[Do you want to copy Talent for 5,000 talent fragments?]
A vicious smile spread across Northern's lips.
'What? How is this possible?'
A vibration ran through his body. The void reacted to something.
A heavy frown fell on Northern's face.
"What?"
Not sure what was going on, he hastened his steps.
[Your Void Summon Night Terror has gained Terrific damage.]
[Do you want to recall Night Terror into the bosom of the Void Palace for him to heal, or permit him to continue the fight?]
'Uh?'
Northern froze. His mouth twitched as he slowly brought his trembling hands to cover them in cold shock.
Night Terror had gained such serious damage that the system was advising him to be recalled to the embrace of the Void Palace for recovery.
Since the history of gaining him even as a Soul summon, this had never happened!
In the Dark Continent that was teeming with vicious and ferocious beings, Night Terror had faced countless formidable opponents.
Even during their most desperate battles, he had never sustained enough damage to warrant a recall warning.
Not to talk of a school of lazy, spoiled younglings. He was well aware that he had passed an instruction for Night Terror not to attack until it was deemed necessary.
A small frown creased Northern's face.
"Something is wrong..." he muttered, hastening his steps as he strode forward. All of a sudden, his form suddenly blurred and vanished.
Not many people had enough blessedness of special sight to see his movement. All they knew was he was there, and he wasn't.
Northern's body had adapted terrifyingly to the concept of speed.
A personality born for the sole purpose of better propagating all the abilities of the Full Impact. He was a much more terrifying and stronger version than Lenn.
So, why... was a person like him hesitant to speak the rude thoughts in his mind?
Why was he cautious of the ordinary-looking guy that stood before him with a regal
presence?
Nel suddenly slapped his head. He slapped it again and slapped it over and over again until he had slapped himself so hard that a crimson droplet streamed down from beneath his maroon
hair.
Then he stopped and looked at Northern, who stood beyond Night Terror.
"Return... Night Terror."
Just as Northern commanded, the quiddity of void slowly dissipated into the shadows and
vanished like smoke.
Nel's eyes narrowed.
"You owned that thing..." A small grin slowly crept up his face. "It is more satisfying laying you to waste than him."
He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue with an almost reddish blush painting his face.
"Entertain me, will you."
He said before vanishing, lunging toward Northern with blistering speed.
Northern extended his hand, as if he casually wanted to reach for a coming insect in the air and crush it with a clench of his hand.
But Nel froze mid-charge. A sharp chill seized his spine as instinct overtook reason. His feet skidded against the ground, his momentum faltering into a desperate, clumsy retreat.
He staggered backward, his body jolting with uncoordinated haste, not caring if he twisted an ankle or shattered his leg.
His mind screamed a single command: avoid that hand at all costs.
Nel's breath hitched, panic rising like bile, as he barely managed to regain his balance, his wide eyes locked on Northern's outstretched fingers.
'Wha-what is that? What did I feel just now?!'
He found it difficult to comprehend what had just happened to him.