As an extraordinary being on the path of the Knight, Aiven deeply understands that no matter how much the human body is trained, it has its limits. To put it bluntly, "human potential is limitless" is simply a false proposition!

We can use various methods to make our skin very tough, but the physiological and structural limits are always there. You can get infinitely close to them, but you can never truly reach or exceed them.

No matter how much training, human skin, including that of human extraordinary beings, can never directly resist the slashes of extraordinary weapons.

Even if a Great Knight were standing here, if they didn't use Combat Qi, an extraordinary energy defense, they would still kneel if someone slashed their neck!

Unless...

While thoughts flickered, the "Data Visualization" had already fed back a detail.

It was the strip-like, grayish extraordinary spiritual light surrounding Basem.

"Is it those rune bandages on his body?"

Unexpectedly, those bandages that looked somewhat dirty not only help him resist sunlight damage, but also have such excellent physical defense capabilities.

However, looking at the two Corpse Monsters, "Leopard Cat" and "Bone Breaker", although they were also wrapped in similar bandages, they had begun to become tattered in the fierce battle.

Obviously, only the ones on Basem were truly high-end.

Meanwhile.

"Aiven, he should be able to see things relying on the 'Corpse Monsters' on the ship. Under his control, the 'Corpse Monsters' should all be his eyes."

Milan, observing from outside the battlefield with greater freedom, quickly called out his discovery to Aiven.

No matter how adversarial the enemies, no matter how well they understand them, it's impossible to have complete intelligence on the enemy before the actual battle. Moreover, Milan had only learned about the abilities of the extraordinary beings of the "Yellow Sand Sect" from the school's intelligence, and this was the first time actually taking action.

"Got it!"

However, even knowing why he can retain his vision is of no use now, Aiven couldn't just throw him to Milan and clean up his hundreds of "Corpse Monster" attendants himself.

"Don't come close, you can't win against him in close combat." During the battle, Aiven agreed and let Milan temporarily retreat. After testing, he already had a new tactic in mind.

Whoosh—

At this time, Milan's shout still caught Basem's attention. He suddenly forsook Aiven and charged at Milan, always remembering that this "Prophet" was his true target.

"Where are you going? Your opponent is me."

Of course, Aiven couldn't just watch Milan get pinched like a chick. Even if he had also eaten the "Essence Fruit" and his body attributes had increased significantly, his level of "Rose Swordsmanship" was far from reaching a level where he could fight across tiers like himself.

Swish—

With a step from his military boots, Aiven's slender figure twisted and elongated, enveloped in a fierce wind, he accelerated to Basem's rear, his rapier stabbing at his nape like a venomous snake.

"Thrust!"

The simplest yet most powerful move in the Swift Sword Technique, now in Aiven's hands, had an essence of returning to innocence.

However, his opponent, after all, was a strong Tier 2 peak extraordinary being!

Perhaps annoyed by this highly agile opponent, Basem, relying on his strong "defense", directly ignored Aiven's thrust, swinging his golden staff backward, targeting Aiven's head.

This move by Basem was obviously meant to exchange an injury for life, to first solve this pesky insect!

Then...

Bang—!

The firearm burst.

A golden-red illusion flashed, somehow, the rapier in Aiven's hand had already changed to "Thorned Gold Rose", boldly executing point-blank shooting at a distance of just one meter from Basem.

With the "Magic Pocket", Aiven already had a new fighting style, after practice, he could switch weapons in his hands at any time. Now he was using a combination of gun and sword.

This ability to an ordinary wizard is merely a convenience for accessing spellcasting materials, but to a melee expert like Aiven, it was like completing a prelude to a "Weapon Master".

Though the opponent was obviously in close combat with you, suddenly pulling out a long and hard Alchemy Firearm, at that moment, you might as well be a cheater!

Resisting the urge to expose the Alchemy Firearm for long-range suppression from the start, Aiven finally reaped his reward through the element of surprise.

Clang!

A slightly muffled metallic clash.

The golden staff, pierced with a hole, fell to the ground, along with Basem's arm, the rough break only leaking a bit of black blood. Obviously, even the rune bandages couldn't withstand the close-range shooting of the "Alchemy Firearm".

However, Basem's supremely close Tier 3 strong extraordinary instinct and rebellious "Destiny" extraordinary path saved his life.

"The golden staff truly is made of gold!"

The bullet skewed and deflected inside the soft gold, flying out from the other side, not hitting Basem's nape, yet still costing him an arm.

"Seeing" Aiven raise the gun again, Basem had no time to denounce Aiven for breaking the rules.

Though his own extraordinary profession is powerful, before reaching Tier 3, the body remains the most crucial combat force; losing an arm is equivalent to losing more than half of one's combat ability.

In a moment of crisis.

Basem suddenly turns his head, as if devoid of pain, and fiercely bites off his tongue, dark like a black serpent. The runes originally carved on it are instantly destroyed, and a foul-smelling jet-black blood arrow shoots toward Aiven's face.

Pfft—

[Rotting Blood Arrow!]

If hit in the face by this bizarre object, even if one doesn't die, disfigurement and destruction of facial features are inevitable.

Even more terrifying is that the distance between Aiven and him is far too close!

The sound of the curse words rings out again not far away.

mal—

Milan's next spell has already arrived first.

The bracelet wrapped around his right hand, made of black crystals, abruptly shoots out a gloomy gray beam, hitting Basem like lightning. Although slightly resisted by the extraordinary spiritual light spontaneously emitted from the runic bandages on his body, it finally penetrated into his body.

Seemingly with no attack effect.

But in spiritual vision, it looks as if there's a vast net or countless black claws emerging from the air, instantly enveloping Basem.

[Witchcraft: Misfortune Curse!]

Even though he has the body of a 'Living Dead,' Basem feels a sudden, inexplicable sense of doom, as if disaster is imminent!

In a flash.

Aiven instinctively tilts his head slightly, easily dodging the 'Rotting Blood Arrow' that shot swiftly forward.

The attack that seemed certain to succeed has inexplicably failed, and Basem now realizes what Milan's attack was. Also walking the 'Destiny' path, how could he not recognize the treacherous misfortune curse from the 'Prophetic School'?

However, Aiven does not intend to give him another chance to respond.

Boom—!

The alchemy firearm violently opens a penetrating hole through his left chest, sending shattered flesh and bone flying. However, perhaps due to the strength of the 'corpse of the Living Dead,' the hole is only the size of an adult's fist, smaller than the one blown through Sku before.

At the same time, the tremendous kinetic energy of the bullet directly pushes him back several steps, with a thud he falls to the ground.

"Is he finished?"

Milan, with still much to learn about combat as a warrior, holds his longsword and prepares to advance for a closer look as Basem falls.

Boom!

Boom!

Though Basem seems to lie motionless on the ground, Aiven fires two more shots in succession, one breaking Basem's remaining arm and the second breaking his right leg.

Only a small amount of filthy black blood flows out, and he shows no reaction, as if he really has been finished off.

Until Aiven activates the "Strong Strike Mode," aiming a third shot at his head.

Boom!

Clang—

A semi-transparent barrier flickers into existence, forcefully deflecting the bullet from the alchemy firearm.

"Witchcraft Shield? How is this possible?!"

With only torn bandages left on his short body, it hardly seems like something that could be hiding a powerful witchcraft tool.

There's only one explanation—the witchcraft shield is something he cast himself!

Basem's abilities have already given Milan too many surprises. Though 'Tomb Guard' similarly walks the path of Destiny, and his Tier 3 title is 'Deceitful Fate Wizard,' they should definitely not have been a wizard before!

"Huh—"

With a long sigh, Basem, knowing he can no longer pretend, reacts again, slowly sitting up.

Crack... Crack...

A chilling, putrid aura, as if blown from the depths of hell, permeates from Basem, as the runic bandages enveloping his short body crack inch by inch, revealing scars of purple-black decay and healing all over his body.

But that's not the main point; between his emaciated chest and abdomen, so bony that every rib is visible, another human face is shockingly present!

[Black Witchcraft: Strange Limb Sewing Technique!]

This guy has actually hollowed out part of his bones and organs and sewn part of a wizard into his body, and even succeeded?

What a ruthless man!

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