Chapter 407: Chapter 180 Fighting
In the gloomy, deathly town, two figures intertwined with each other. Bologue, filled with bloodlust, driven by anger, had the mask on his face wriggling, twisting his visage into a ferocious look. Aimou, who was struggling to support herself beneath him, resembled a brave fighter against a Demon.
Bologue questioned angrily, his voice hoarse, "Aimou, what on earth is going on?"
"Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to inquire about a girl’s secrets?"
Aimou revealed her rebellious side, something Bologue had never seen before. The Fire-Calling Staff erupted, and the scorching flames engulfed Bologue.
Had it been any other Condenser, they would likely have been repelled by this strike, but Bologue was different. A hazy shadow emerged from within the sea of fire.
Bologue emitted steam all over, raising yet another long sword. He showed no mercy as the two blades danced in unison.
Each strike was immensely heavy, easily generating a whistling sound. Bologue thought it was time to give Aimou some punishment. Moreover, Aimou wouldn’t die; at worst, he could make her a new body after they return.
Aimou dodged the swords to the side as best she could. She intended to pull the trigger and let Bologue see the gift she had prepared for him, but upon seeing those silver serpents, Aimou realized it wasn’t the right time to fire.
Bologue seemed disheveled, but beneath his ragged attire, the serpents, using their resilient snake scales as armor, protected Bologue’s torso.
Aimou holstered her firearm and retreated a step. Bologue initially thought she was going to flee, but instead, Aimou charged towards him.
The obsidian arm swung out a shadow, colliding with the long sword. Under the fierce impact, the sturdy sword cracked open with a gap.
Aimou then reached out to grip the long sword, using it as a pivot, raising her small frame, delivering a whip kick towards Bologue’s head.
Bologue was indifferent to Aimou’s attack. He even attempted to cut with his sword, only to hear a cracking sound as the blade was shattered by Aimou’s kick. The whip kick continued forward, carrying shattered metallic fragments, landing heavily on Bologue’s head.
A dull thud echoed, and Bologue’s eyes became bloodshot, his head tilted slightly, causing his entire body to lean to one side.
Bologue had smashed many people’s heads with a hammer, but it was the first time someone else had smashed his. A searing pain and dizziness surged through his mind, blurring his vision.
As an Alchemy Puppet, Aimou had a great affinity for Ether, hence she excelled in many Ethereal Skills, complemented by mechanical output, alloy limbs, and Ethereal Amplification... With all these enhancements, Aimou’s whip kick was incredibly fierce.
While it was called a whip kick, it could easily be seen as an iron whip propelled by Ethereal Amplification, and this whip struck Bologue’s head unhindered.
Bologue staggered a few steps but quickly regained his footing, blood trickling past the corner of his eye, his breathing heavy and oppressive, like a beast losing blood.
Seeing Aimou poised in a fighting stance, Bologue laughed instead of getting angry, "What a surprise, Aimou."
Aimou seemed not to be just for show; she had some real skills.
"Nothing to be surprised about," Aimou shook her head, nonchalantly said, "acting as a Delusional often attracts attention, but they all ended up dead."
Even during the third Time Reversal when she met Bologue, Aimou had already calculated things in her mind.
She didn’t think Bologue’s presence here was a coincidence. Bologue must have learned some of her secrets, but how much he knew, Aimou was still unclear.
What made Aimou fearless was that she was in the midst of a Time Reversal, revealing her identity to Bologue not only allowed her to observe his reaction to gauge how much he knew, but in the next Time Reversal, Bologue would forget everything.
Aimou continued, "What are you thinking? Why am I a Delusional?"
Bologue’s face was obscured by a mask, so Aimou couldn’t see his expression, but judging from his eyes, Bologue didn’t seem surprised by this.
Aimou couldn’t understand the situation; it had only been a few hours since her last encounter with Bologue, and she wasn’t sure what had transpired in those hours...
Whatever, anything is possible, right?
Aimou recalled her last few hours’ experience, from heaven to Hell, and chuckled self-mockingly.
"No, I was thinking Belli is such an overprotective mentor," the serpents crawled up Bologue’s arms, forming silvery Arm Guards, "what kind of metal did she use to forge your limbs? They’re so resilient."
Belli had mentioned that if Aimou knew any Fighting Techniques, she could easily kill a whole street of Demons with her alloy limbs. Now, it seemed that description underestimated Aimou; if Aimou caught the opportunity, even a Condenser could die at her hands.
Damn, was Aimou this strong? He had always thought she was just a pitiable little girl; turns out he had been kept in the dark all along.
Bologue’s emotions at this moment were complex, but complexity aside, he had to deal with the current situation first.
Stepping forward, throwing a punch, Bologue’s punch was fierce, suppressing Aimou the moment they engaged, but Aimou was not willing to be outdone, always seeking an opportunity to counterattack.
With each collision, a metallic clang resounded; the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, in terms of hardness, was clearly no match for Aimou’s alloy limbs, but fortunately, it could continuously proliferate, filling the gaps.
Bologue’s fighting style was rough and wild, relying on his Undying Body. He didn’t care about defense, putting all his strength into every punch.
Aimou’s movements were like flowing water, her heavy mechanical body fighting with incredible lightness. She had no intention of facing Bologue head-on but instead employed various locking techniques.
Just like a supple venomous snake, Aimou’s body entwined around Bologue’s arm, her hands tightened around his wrists, while her legs pressed against his throat.
Simultaneously restraining his joints and causing Bologue to suffocate, it was clear this was not a formal combat arena but rather a free-for-all street brawl.
Bologue directly swung Aimou up and smashed her to the ground, letting his limbs be twisted as he threw heavy punches at Aimou.
"Why is it so hard!"
Bologue cursed, with every punch he felt like he was hammering metal, like boxing with a tin man. And that was exactly the case.
"That’s no way to describe a girl!"
Aimou shouted unhappily.
She let go of Bologue’s wrist, landed lightly, and leapt, moving swiftly towards Bologue’s head with a knee strike.
Silver serpents swayed around Aimou, and as their limbs interlocked, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid crawled along Bologue’s arm onto Aimou’s body.
The serpent swarm tightened like chains, and Aimou’s movement halted for a moment before Bologue grabbed her ankle.
"Damn it!"
Aimou muttered, not expecting the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid she created to turn against her at this moment.
If she knew it was this that exposed her as a Delusional, she would probably regret it tremendously.
Bologue tightened his grip on Aimou’s ankle, with no trace of mercy, swung her like a massive hammer, driving her into the ground so hard that her body sank down into it.
"I think we should have a good talk, Aimou." The serpents in Bologue’s hands condensed into chains.
"You haven’t beaten me yet!"
Blazing flames ignited again, and at close range, the Fire-Calling Staff caught Bologue off guard, his hands clutching at empty air. As the flames dissipated, he tried to find Aimou, looking up to see a dark shadow descending over his head.
Aimou wielded the Fire-Calling Staff like a hammer, intending to smash it onto Bologue’s head. Bologue tried to block, but Aimou feinted, slipping the Fire-Calling Staff back to her waist and crashing into Bologue.
The sensation was unpleasant; Bologue felt as if he had been hit by a heavy cannonball. Aimou moved nimbly and swiftly, wrapping her thighs around Bologue’s head and hooking her calves together behind his back.
Aimou perched steadily on Bologue’s head, swinging a heavy punch at him. Bologue tried to pull Aimou off, but after reinforcement from Belli, her mechanical body was impenetrably tough.
As Aimou attempted to throw another punch, the serpent swarm extended from Bologue’s body to hers, and both were engulfed together. The liquid form shifted to solid, with the solidified metal binding Aimou’s joints like cement.
Bologue barely lifted his head, looking at Aimou who was only inches away, "I’ve caught you!"
"Not yet!"
Aimou maintained her punching posture, the serpent bindings restricting her movement, but the ether’s glow sparkled on her ring at her fingertips.
"Damn Belli!"
All Bologue could manage was such a low growl; a powerful impact unleashed from the ring shattered the serpent bindings in an instant.
As if standing in the eye of a storm, Bologue was buffeted by the airflow, unable to open his eyes. He tried to hold onto Aimou, but Aimou tightened her thighs around Bologue’s head, twisting and spinning, executing a scissor kick that flung Bologue away, and he crashed into a building under the push of the air currents.
"Are you okay, Bologue?"
Putting some distance between them, Aimou called out in a gentle tone, feigning concern.
Moaning came from the rubble, and Aimou paused, then mocked, "Stop pretending; you are the Undead."
The moaning ceased, Bologue pushed aside the bricks that buried him, stretching his neck, "You know I’m the Undead, so why the pretense?"
"We’ve been through thick and thin together; some superficial concern is necessary, no?"
As Aimou said this, she once more assumed a fighting stance, the faint light on her surface pulsating, the Constant Motion Core spinning rapidly, with mechanical components locking and storing energy, overheated like a machine, emitting steam-like hot gas from her back.
The ghostly blue in her eyes gradually turned to gold. Aimou stepped forward, then abruptly turned, and dashed into a nearby building, with Bologue cursing behind as he followed in pursuit.