Chapter 146: Monstrous Truth
The beauty’s curse tore through the air like a venomous whip, each syllable dripping with malice. Before the last echoes of Shirley’s words could fade, a sudden, sickly-sweet wind surged forward—thick as syrup, cloying as decay—slamming into Lordi’s face with enough force to make his eyes water.
His vision blurred, and in that split second of disorientation, Shirley’s figure vanished, her form dissolving into a streak of motion.
Then, as if the very air had folded to her will, she reappeared—not ten feet away, but directly before him, so close he could smell the faint, floral poison on her breath. Her presence crashed over him like a tidal wave, an oppressive, suffocating weight of killing intent that turned his blood to ice. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to retreat, to brace, to survive—but since combined the ghost aura from Yunny Hanzwart, Lordi had never been one to cower.
Goosebumps prickled across Lordi’s skin as his fingers tightened around the hilt of his bone blade. There was no time for defense, no room for hesitation. If she wanted his life, she’d have to carve it out of him. Teeth bared in a snarl, he swung, the edge of his bone blade cutting a vicious arc through the air—aimed not to block, but to cleave through her incoming strike, to meet violence with violence, force with force.
What The?!
To his shock, the blade passed through her without resistance, her form shattering into mist. The palm strike, a coiling wraith of weird mist, bypassed his blade and slammed into his chest with a bone-rattling THUD.
Pain exploded, as Lordi staggered back three steps!
Shirley’s figure reformed behind him, her palm flashing toward his skull with venomous precision. Lordi’s instincts screamed, his every hair standing on end.
He spun, slashing his Blade of Life Hater backward, but again, the blade sliced through mist, stirring it into a swirling vortex.