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Chapter 41: The True Hunter

The sea is the purest place in this world.

Blessed by Sea Emperor: Leviathan, it possesses a purifying power comparable to that of Holy Light.

However, even Roy himself didn’t expect that Purification would be so lethal to undead creatures. Just a mere ten meters is enough to crumble opponents of Sequence 6.

All along, while Blood Magic and Flame of Ashes could indeed harm undead creatures, their reckless disregard for death and pain made them quite troublesome.

Who would have thought that this non-offensive ability, Purification, would work wonders against undead beings?

Although this ability requires physical contact to be effective, with Dragon’s Might and Bard’s Illusory Song, one could exert pressure to interrupt their movements, and also attack their souls to prevent them from using their powers—making it sufficient to create openings.

Next time I encounter the Necromancer School, a quick Purification right in their faces will give them a little taste of the sea emperor’s shock!

In Roy’s view, taking down the Blazing Sun Bird with the Sea Emperor’s Blessing was only natural.

But Mark and the others took a while to regain their senses and let out a late cheer.

Defeating Sequence 6 with Sequence 7—even those golden-blooded prodigies might not be able to do that!

Whether facing the undead flames without flinching or that marvelous purifying water light, they were far beyond their understanding of Iron Blood.

“Roy! You did it… but your injuries?!”

Everyone rushed to the young boy’s side, but Jajika’s laughter halted abruptly as she looked at his injured body, her face turning pale.

Clearly, even relying on Evil Dragon Blood Armor and Steel Toughness to withstand necromantic magic, he was not unscathed.

Roy was covered in burns and signs of decay, with some injuries deep enough to see his bones, which was truly shocking.

Forget about little girl Jajika, even Mark and White felt a jolt, their scalps tingling.

But Roy merely glanced at his wounds and smiled slightly, “It’s nothing, just a small injury.”

Seriously, just a minor fatal wound, nothing to fuss about!

An ordinary Sequence 7 would turn to bones after facing Sequence 6’s necromantic power even once.

But with Blood Magic and the power of pure water, Roy was essentially a hybrid of Blood Clan and mermaid, with a strong vitality. The necromantic spells only eroded his flesh, looking scary, yet not even a fatal wound.

Having gone through all his blood vessels being ruptured and having his heart ripped out by demons, this little injury was just a laugh.

Not to mention, he still had Blood Healing left to use.

However, Jajika, with red eyes, hurriedly rushed over to wrap bandages, while Mark and White looked down, expressing deep admiration for the iron-blood hero.

To maintain the atmosphere, Roy chose not to heal himself.

The latter two were also significantly injured, especially Mark, whose butt was bleeding everywhere. But because of Roy’s contributions and injuries, they all obediently waited on the side, letting Roy have the first treatment.

Recalling the cold aura of the Blazing Sun Bird, the horrifying scene of exposed bones and rotting flesh still haunted White: “What on earth happened? I never heard the Blazing Sun Bird had the ability to corrode living beings!”

Mark couldn’t help but curse: “And what was Professor Enwei doing? Causing such a commotion, even without a flare, he should have noticed, right?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a familiar figure emerged from afar.

Seeing the teacher finally show up, Jajika didn’t complain but instead looked at him like a ray of light in the dark, her face radiant.

The other two complained verbally but collectively sighed in relief.

“Teacher! You finally came! Roy… everyone is injured, please hurry and take them out!”

The girl said as she started to run towards Enwei.

But at that moment, Roy grabbed her arm, pulling hard enough for Jajika to wince in pain.

Looking at that hypocritical fake smile, Roy sternly questioned, “Professor Enwei, do you have anything to say about the Blazing Sun Bird’s abnormalities?”

“As the supervising teacher, you should have checked the exam content beforehand.”

Enwei rubbed his neck, looking both troubled and guilty, unable to hold his head high: “Sigh, it seems my preparations were lacking, and I’ve caused trouble. I have nothing to argue.”

“Who could’ve known that the legend of the immortal Blazing Sun Bird could actually be corrupted by cult powers…”

“When did I say the Blazing Sun Bird was corrupted by cult powers?” Roy coldly interrupted Enwei’s speech.

The atmosphere became tense.

Mark and White’s expressions grew serious as they watched each other’s movements warily.

Even Jajika, who was a bit slow, sensed something was off and cautiously shrank behind Roy.

Enwei didn’t argue further but instead grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

From his haggard eyes, deep and cold light burst forth.

“Roy, you still think you’re so clever, so disrespectful, thinking you’re important?”

“Indeed, I’ve never heard of a Sequence 7 being able to directly defeat a Sequence 6 beast.”

“However, I’m quite glad you did. That way, I can personally kill you!”

In an instant, countless pale mists arose around them, forming the shapes of several hunting dogs.

Sequence 6, Mist Hound.

The abilities of the academy teachers were never a secret.

However, these hounds looked nothing like what they were familiar with, but instead appeared rotting and grotesque, as if they crawled straight from the depths of the underworld, starving and eager to devour.

And Enwei himself looked to be decaying, with half his face revealing ghastly white bones, utterly horrifying.

Mark was from an adventurer background, and White, as a southern noble, had been fighting pirates since childhood, so among peers, he had seen quite a bit of bloody scenes.

Yet witnessing this, they still felt their hair stand on end, cold sweat pouring down.

As for Jajika, she bent over and vomited on the spot.

Enwei savored their expressions of fear, smugly exclaiming: “Honestly, I have no interest in you.”

“Blame it on being grouped with Roy. He has to die, and you all are merely accompanying him to the grave!”

Mark pointed at Enwei, both shocked and furious: “Are you crazy? If you kill us, the teachers outside won’t spare you!”

“Don’t forget, Roy and I are nobles; haven’t you considered the consequences?” White also put on an arrogant façade, trying to bluff.

However, Enwei laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, covering his face while bursting into laughter.

“Oh, teacher, teacher, noble, noble! Is that all you have to say? I never realized before how pathetic and laughable you are!”

“I dare do this, so naturally, I have my means of escape!”

“Give up; no one can save you!”

 

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