Chapter 97: The Familiar Stranger

Chapter 97: The Familiar Stranger

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Angor clenched his teeth. He could not keep running like this. He had to run back, but with the madman right behind him, he had to deal with him somehow in order to escape.
He did not have time to think of other ideas. Facing imminent danger, Angor’s mind worked quickly. He saw a small chance and kicked at the wall, hoping to use the counterforce to leap past the man.
Angor’s body moved like an arrow and rushed at the opposite direction swiftly.
He could not have done something like this before. However, the previous crisis with the strange wall improved his physical abilities, and now he could perform some difficult aerobatic moves.
Angor was happy to see his superior potential. He was confident that he could get away when the cane suddenly appeared above him and went down at his head. The madman knew he would lose Angor like this, so he threw his weapon at Angor as hard as he could.
The cane caused an air-piercing sound with its absolute power. Angor’s eye twitched—if he did not get away, his head would pop like a melon.
His only possible chance was to halt and roll to the side. Angor had barely avoided the cane attack, and before he could do anything else, the man already caught up, kicking Angor in the back while yelling his “kill the monster” catchphrase.
There were two screams. Angor stumbled away a dozen meters like a rock. He crashed against a wall, causing the wall to crack a little, and slowly slumped to the ground.
Angor felt as if all of his bones were broken. He could still think, but the great pain prevented him from getting off the ground.
There were two screams because the man kicking Angor was also pushed away by something and fell to the floor, making a human-shape crater on the ground. That looked even more painful than Angor’s experience.
Angor felt terrible, but he still noticed the situation.
Force worked both ways, he knew. When an object applied force to something else, the object would receive the same level of force as well, in the opposite direction. His attacker should naturally receive such a force by kicking him. But… the man kicked Angor in an assault attempt, which meant most of the counterforce should not bother the attacker at all. How was the man thrown away so far and was wounded worse?
A sharp pain suddenly appeared around Angor’s bladebone. He thought being kicked caused a series of injuries to him.
He writhed on the ground and almost wanted to hit the floor with his head to soothe the pain.
On the other side, the man looked in a bad shape. Blood colors appeared around his skin, which formed up the shape of a monster in the air. A wizard would easily recognize this being a Bloodline Art spell. When someone planted monster blood inside the body, he or she could consume the blood to recover.
While the man could slowly stand up, Angor was still struggling on the ground helplessly.
The man saw the humanoid “monster” releasing light spots from his back. There was a dot around its bladebone, and shiny green lines were spreading towards its body from it. They looked like plant vines, covering the monster’s body in a matter of seconds.
The lines released a terrifying aura. It felt worse than the sweet scent!
Yes. The sweet scent made the man believe that Angor was a monster. No man could possess such a scent that carried irresistible despair.
Now, something else came from the “monster”. The green lines stressed him so much that he wanted to turn tail right away. Any other monsters, strong ones or weak ones, would already have slumped to the ground and trembled in fear. The man was sent flying because of those lines too.
However, as an intelligent human, or so he thought, the man would not back down. The monster was obviously a whelp, and it was injured too. If he could resist his fear, he could go there and finish it off!
The man suppressed his will to shiver or escape, dragged his legs which could barely move, and slowly approached Angor.
Angor saw this too and panicked. He wanted to escape, but he could not feel his legs because of his wound.
“Stop! You’re a human, right? I’m a human too. I’m not a monster!” Angor could only scream as best as he could despite his condition.
The man watched as the “whelp of some high-level monster” opened and closed its mouth, seemed to be begging for mercy. He humphed coldly. Humans could not understand monster speech anyway. Besides, he did not hear anything at all. Maybe the monster spoke in a high or low frequency beyond the hearing range of humans?
Angor saw the man’s unchanged “I can’t hear you” expression and fell into despair. He slowly wormed himself away, which probably would not save him now.
It was a dead end behind, a solid wall. Angor reached the wall and had nowhere to go.
The man was only five steps away now.
When the man moved closer, Angor still felt the strange similarity on him, although his mind was panicking like mad.
The handsome young man raised the corner of his lips. A cold voice reached Angor, “Die monster. You won’t be missed!”
He sounded familiar too. Something came into Angor’s mind. He remembered someone speaking to him in the same tone, but the one in Angor’s memory showed consideration and care, while the young man in front of him only expressed malevolence.
“Sunders! You’re Sunders!” Angor yelled his name out.
It was Sunders. Angor was sure of it. The same short grayish-green hair, the same eyes, the same handsome look, and the same body build.
This man was a younger Sunders!
The “young” Sunders was still wearing the same hateful expression despite being called.
“Is it really him? Why did he become younger? He was a lot weaker than my teacher too. Like an apprentice,” Angor pondered. Maybe it was some kind of monster that was good at disguise?
But could monsters talk? It was speaking the universal tongue too.
Angor tried to explain himself, but “Sunders” never cared.
Sunders already reached Angor, with his usual indifferent smile. He raised a dagger high in the air.
Angor was more certain about the man’s identity when he saw the dagger. It was the same one Sunders used to cut the Twisting Protozoa before they entered the Nightmare Realm!
Angor tried his best to move away.
“DAMN! Someone! I don’t want to die here!” Angor screamed in resentment.
Sunders watched the monster scream without feeling any sympathy. He swung his dagger down without a second thought.