Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 188: Knight of Dark Disaster 17

When two people of equal strength fight, usually only two things can happen.

The first is that both sides use their strongest attacks, and the winner can be decided in an instant.

The second is to test each other, be evenly matched, and leave room for each other. In this case, the duration of the battle will be infinitely prolonged until one side breaks the deadlock.

Peter originally thought that the difference in strength between him and Xu Yan was huge. He could fight with Xu Yan like playing with a little white mouse, so that Xu Yan would lose the will to resist under his absolute strength suppression and obediently become his plaything, and finally become one of his thousands of collections.

Of course, even if His Highness Cherno became a collection, it would still be the best of his collections.

It's just that because of Paradise's interference, he forgot the fact that he was almost cut in half when he attacked Xu Yan. He only remembered that Xu Yan used some forbidden technique to improve his strength, escaped from him and injured him.

That's why he came here impatiently with resentment and hatred to wash away the shame, and at the same time teach this little thing who dared to disobey him an "unforgettable" lesson.

However, the moment his dagger collided with Xu Yan's sword, the obscene smile on his face suddenly froze. Although Xu Yan still looked to be at level 3, he felt the demonic pressure from this attack that was enough to suppress him.

The pressure was so severe that his hand holding the dagger became numb.

"You are not... at all!"

Before Peter could finish his words, the pitch-black blade chopped off the weapon in his hand, and then it slashed from top to bottom. The blade light filled with magical power slashed down from the center of his body, cutting through the ground behind him with great force, until a crack was created in the entire magic space, and then it shattered into particles like a bubble and dissipated.

The turbid and distorted sky became clear again, and the warm sunlight shone on all the dazed people, awakening them from their deep consciousness.

Peter's attack came quickly and was resolved by Xu Yan very quickly. As a result, no one who was originally trapped in the soul-related forbidden spell died, and only some powerful people were injured when fighting with "him".

Noise and screams rang out one after another, and Ze, who had witnessed everything, was so shocked by Xu Yan's performance that he stood there in a daze.

"Cough cough..."

However, the man who had killed a level 2 peak warrior in an instant felt his knees go weak and he half-knelt on the ground. He used the knife to barely support his body, unwilling to collapse in front of everyone, but mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth as if they were free, and in an instant a large area of ​​scarlet gathered in front of him.

"Meow——!!!!" A shrill cat cry brought Ze back to consciousness.

Ze didn't care about his own pain, rushed to the stage and held Xu Yan's shoulders, and threw healing magic at him desperately, trying to save his life which seemed to be broken.

Scarlet cracks began to appear on Xu Yan's body, one after another, looking even more hideous and terrifying on his fair skin, as if his body would shatter right in front of Ze's eyes in the next second.

"Someone come quickly! Call Dean Smith! Quick!" Ze screamed almost at the top of his lungs.

The Knights of the Royal Court who had regained their senses first were already maintaining order. Upon hearing the Crown Prince's emotional orders, some of them immediately used magic to rush towards the Slavic Royal Court Academy.

Ze carefully held Xu Yan horizontally in his arms and kept using healing magic. A silver-gray kitten lay on Xu Yan's chest which was stained with blood, its soft fur stained with sticky red. Its body was emitting a light golden light, stabilizing the body under its claws that was on the verge of collapse. This was why Ze did not throw it away.

Tang Ze appeared beside Ze at some point, with a gloomy and serious face, clearing the way for him to buy more time.

He had long forgotten about the disguise that could deceive people. His powerful strength and Ze following behind him made no one dare to stop him. They all speculated whether he was the shadow knight arranged by the king to protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

However, Tang Ze felt that his powerful strength was so useless. Why didn't he learn some life-saving and healing skills during this long period of time? Otherwise, he would not have been able to watch Xu Yan get injured but could not save him, let alone share his burden.

......

Outside Xu Yan's room, Ze, Cartell and Tang Ze were waiting in silence. Although Ze had always been skeptical about Tang Ze's identity, Xu Yan was now dying, and he judged from Tang Ze's behavior that he had no ill will towards either him or Xu Yan, so he was in no mood to care about him anymore.

Finally, a gentle and elegant white-haired old man opened the door and walked out. He looked very pale and weak, as if he had overdrawn his magic power. His head was covered with cold sweat.

"Dean Smith, how is Cherno doing?" Ze, the person with the highest status present, asked.

Smith was silent for a moment, making everyone's heart sink. Then he sighed and said, "He used forbidden techniques and overdrawn his life. His body could not bear the power borrowed from his future self and was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, the magical kitten has been helping him stabilize his injuries. Otherwise, he would have collapsed into a pool of minced meat before I arrived."

"So where is he now?" Ze asked anxiously. He didn't want to listen to these long speeches, he just wanted to hear the result of 'he's fine'.

"I have almost repaired his body, but some cracks on the surface of his body will still remain. This is the price of using the 'forbidden technique'. Don't let him use his magic power for at least three months. It's best to let him stay in bed and recuperate. Find some magic potions or high-quality ingredients to replenish him and try to save some of his overdrawn life. Otherwise, he probably won't live past 30."

Ze closed his eyes in some pain, "Then if he is treated with the best medicine and food, how long can he live?"

Smith said a number with some reluctance.

This is a very cruel number for the Slavs, who have an average lifespan of several hundred years.

50.

It’s not that Xu Yan can live another 50 years, but that he can probably live to 50 years old.

Why is it so short? It shouldn't be so serious if it's just a forbidden technique.

Except... this wasn't his first time.

Thinking of this, Ze's expression was slightly distorted by anger.

My good father, what exactly are you going to do with Yan?