Chapter 61: The Supreme Body

Luo Xiu cast three healing spells simultaneously.

The brilliant white light of the healing magic illuminated Tarsanya, making the figure lying on the ground look like a shining, pearly-white star.

At the same time, Mirel felt a terrifying, monstrous strength transmitted from her arm. Her entire body was dragged along by Luo Xiu and slammed heavily straight down onto Tarsanya’s feet!

Crying out in pain, Tarsanya—whose injuries had been slightly healed by the magic—immediately opened her eyes and sat up.

She looked at the scene before her in sheer disbelief.

"Master!"

Luo Xiu quickly extended his right hand:

"Give me the item!"

Tarsanya frantically pulled a necklace embedded with a blood-red gemstone out from beneath her chest armor and shoved it into Luo Xiu's hand.

Within this brief fraction of a second, Mirel did not sit back and wait for her doom. A compact dagger materialized in her left hand, and she thrust it violently toward the hand Luo Xiu was using to hold her.

[Fatal Domination]

However, Luo Xiu was already prepared. He directly cast multiple healing spells; the moment Mirel's dagger sliced open his wrist, the flesh immediately healed itself, though blood still flowed profusely.

With a Tier 4 physique and healing magic, that hand was simply not something that could be severed easily.

Moreover, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Luo Xiu put away the necklace and reached out with his other hand to grab Mirel as well.

Mirel’s expression changed drastically. Her remaining hand flailed frantically to dodge, while waves of divine chanting echoed from her heart. A dark-mystic light burst forth from her chest.

She was about to unleash her ultimate skill.

This skill required a moment of channeling, but as long as she could pull it off, there was still hope for a turnaround.

Relying on this very move, even though she had only just stepped into Tier 4 a few years ago, she had managed to defeat numerous opponents of the same tier.

The roaring sound caused by the abstruse divine chant grew louder and louder.

Mirel felt a surge of excitement inside. *It’s almost here, it’s coming.*

However, Luo Xiu did not grab her other hand. Instead, he simply switched to a heavy slap across the face, and then grabbed her by that very arm, slamming her viciously into the ground!!

*Bang!*

With a resounding slap, blood gushed from Mirel’s mouth, followed immediately by the bone-shattering impact against the earth. The bones throughout her entire body felt as though they were fracturing into pieces.

The roaring divine chant instantly dissipated.

Mirel felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness. They had been so close!

Before she could even react,

she felt her remaining hand being seized, her body tossed and swung wildly through the air—she was about to be slammed down once again!

She hurriedly activated her skill [Dark Veil], but the effect was minimal. Under Luo Xiu's brutal slamming, that layer of dark purple light instantly fractured with countless fine cracks.

*Boom!*

Though the pain was somewhat dulled, Mirel still felt as if she were about to shatter completely.

Enduring the excruciating agony, Mirel activated her second Tier 4 skill.

A massive surge of dark energy gradually poured out from within her body, enveloping both of her legs.

Tier 4 Skill: [Light-Shadow Velocity]

This move could briefly reinforce her legs, enhancing not only her speed,

but her physical strength as well.

With both of her hands restrained, this was her only offensive skill. If her opponent were a Tier 3, taking a kick from her would certainly leave them half-paralyzed, but the man before her was clearly not a Tier 3.

Yet she had no other choice. She could only do her utmost to inflict damage on Luo Xiu, attempting to make him feel enough pain to loosen his grip.

However, the moment her legs tensed to kick out fiercely at Luo Xiu, a blood-red protective barrier suddenly flared across the surface of his skin.

*Damn it!* Mirel was filled with a suffocating fury that drove her to the verge of madness!

Luo Xiu delivered another merciless blow.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Mirel nearly passed out as her limbs went entirely limp.

Luo Xiu looked toward the entrance of the town in the distance and finally halted his movements.

"Let's talk."

Luo Xiu grabbed Mirel and spoke with a smile.

Mirel looked at Luo Xiu on the brink of death, utterly devoid of the strength to speak.

Despair flooded her heart.

In truth, the outcome of this battle had been glaringly obvious from the very beginning. For an assassin to be caught by a Berserker of the same tier meant her chances of winning were already extremely slim.

If anyone was to blame, it was her own miscalculation at the start.

Yet who could have possibly foreseen this? The Tier 1 restorative mage listed on the bounty dossier was actually a Tier 4 Berserker.

A resident of Wheel Town, a twenty-year-old masseur, turned out to be a Tier 4 Berserker!

No, not just a Tier 4 Berserker, but a Berserker who could cast healing magic, and a Berserker who could cast healing magic while possessing Thorns Guardianship.

Had he merely been a conventional Berserker, she would never have suffered such a crushing defeat.

The man before her was simply a monster.

Yet stubborn resentment lingered in her heart. She believed that if only she had managed to unleash that final skill, she still would have had a chance to win.

"What skill was that just now, the one that made divine chants echo inside your body?"

Luo Xiu asked with a smile.

Mirel smiled contemptuously.

"Do you want to try it?"

She truly despised this kind of situation. Was this hypocritical man going to start delivering his victory speech after defeating her?

Ah, right, it was because she had lowered her guard. Come on then, let's hear the long-winded lecture.

Critique my skills.

If I actually manage to use it, you'd better still be able to smile.

Her heart was filled with utter disdain—a pride born from absolute confidence in her own abilities.

She had relied on this skill, accidentally acquired while absorbing divinity, to reach her current position, earning countless applause and flowers, climbing from an ordinary commoner to the steps of power. She would never allow anyone to belittle it.

"Perhaps we really can give it a try."

As Luo Xiu's words fell, Mirel could scarcely believe her ears.

And when she realized those words were sincere, anger flared within her once more.

"You'd better actually mean that. Don't interrupt me halfway just because you get scared!"

"Hurry up then, we don't have much time."

Luo Xiu nodded.

Luo Xiu's attitude only further inflamed the fury in Mirel's heart, and she resolved to make this fellow understand what he had messed with.

Though she knew she wouldn't fare well after using that skill in her current state,

she could no longer afford to care.

A gloomy, abstruse radiance suddenly burst forth, and the obscure divine chant echoed once more from deep within her chest—low and distant, carrying an irresistible majesty. That fatal and dangerous aura rapidly permeated the air, resembling an invisible tide that gradually stained the surrounding space an alarming, terrifying blood red.

It was as if a deity presiding over slaughter was about to descend upon the mortal world.

At this moment, Luo Xiu loosened one of the hands holding Mirel and reached out toward her.

Seeing this, a look of utter derision crossed Mirel's eyes.

She had known this man would inevitably try to interrupt her. No matter how calm and poised he had pretended to be at first, witnessing such a spectacle would inevitably shatter his facade. This was the true power belonging to gods; anyone standing in the presence of divine power could only prostrate themselves and tremble in terror.

This damned man was simply trying to prevent the manifestation of the gods to cover up his own cowardice.

Thinking thus,

her mocking gaze followed Luo Xiu's right hand as it moved continuously,

ultimately coming to rest right over her own chest.

*???*

Before rage could even take root,

an unprecedented, terrifying sensation surged from Luo Xiu's right hand and spread through her entire body.

It felt as though she had plunged into an icy cellar; a bone-chilling frost gripped her from head to toe, and her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. This sensation far surpassed any ordinary terror—it was a form of oppression that struck directly at the deepest recesses of her soul, resembling a primal, profound fear rooted in the absolute origin of existence.

It was as though this suppression had existed for tens of thousands of years.

The abstruse divine chant emanating from within her body gradually grew fainter.

She could clearly feel that tiny shred of divinity residing in her core trembling faintly! ! !

She was completely paralyzed with shock,

her long-cherished convictions utterly collapsing.

*Divinity is afraid!*

How could that be possible? How could there possibly exist a power in this world capable of suppressing divinity?

How could it be?! That was a supreme, almighty deity! Yet now, it was shivering like a deer before its natural predator!

Amidst her stunned stupor, the thought of executing her skill vanished into thin air, and the divine chanting within her body naturally subsided.

Luo Xiu nodded.

The moment the divine chant had appeared, the system had prompted him that divinity was detected, and his Supreme Physique was taking effect.

Now he finally understood what the function of the Supreme Physique truly was.

He looked at Mirel, who stood there like an idiot with a vacant stare and a trembling frame:

[Emotional State: Utterly terrified, immensely shocked, deeply awed, profoundly puzzled]

[Mental State: On the verge of collapse]

Luo Xiu spoke softly:

"I'm pressed for time."

"Let's skip the formalities and get straight to the point. Are you going to agree to become my thrall, or will you agree to become my thrall after I beat you up a second time?"

"Of course, you also have the option of becoming a slime's thrall."