Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 299: Nine Wonderful! So wonderful! (5K)
Chapter 299: Nine Wonderful! So wonderful! (5K)
Aiman could never have imagined that Hewinia would actually lay a hand on him.
How dare she?!
But when he saw the rapidly condensing point of Magic Power light in front of him, Aiman realized that she indeed had the audacity.
“Second Note·Magic Sound Cannon”!
The point of light converged into a wave of immense lethality and hurled toward Aiman, its pure Magic Power seemingly capable of twisting the air.
If it hit Aiman, even if he did not die on the spot, he would be left severely incapacitated.
So Aiman let out a low growl, writhing his body like a wild beast, and in the second before the Magic Sound Cannon reached him, he broke free from the congealed bloodlines of “Man Dance,” rolling twice in the snow, as the Magic Sound Cannon grazed past his body and blasted through a large tree behind him.
The dead branches and leaves, ensnared by snowflakes, fell with a frosty beauty.
But they also momentarily blurred Hewinia’s vision, preventing her from swiftly pursuing Aiman.
Aiman, enduring the wounds inflicted by “Man Dance,” drew out his Magic Wand from his bosom, the Magic Power swirling around its tip, quickly playing Third Notes.
Rage and madness surged in his eyes.
He was angry because he truly hadn’t considered the possibility of Hewinia attacking him directly.
Aiman had contemplated the worst-case scenario, where Hewinia would agree to his face, then plot against him upon her return, but he never imagined she would turn on him on the spot.
After all, it was only yesterday that Hewinia lit up her note and officially became a Player.
And Aiman, he had been a Player for four years already.
The gap in their strength at this moment could not be bridged by rank alone!
Yet Hewinia still dared to attack him… What did this mean?
Is this,
Your way of looking down on me?
The notes circulating around the Magic Wand gained speed, with palm-sized Magic Power elves leaping from the tip, dancing in the snow-filled air.
Since you look down on me so much,
Then wait and pay the price!
The madness in Aiman’s eyes grew more intense.
Regardless if you are the young mistress of the Hailuo Family or if you are Golden Rank!
Today, you will die right here!
“Third Note·Ailing”!
Aiman gave the command, and the released Magic Power elves screeched simultaneously.
Before the snowflakes could touch the ground, before Hewinia could discern Aiman’s location, Aiman had already spotted her.
The Magic Power elves danced wildly toward Hewinia, instantly transforming from dancers to hounds.
Naturally, Hewinia noticed these Magic Power elves, and as she retreated, her Magic Wand traced a semi-arc in the air.
The trace left behind an arc and notes, which then turned into a current circling Hewinia.
“Second Note·Call Tide.”
The summoned Ailing, upon touching the current, would be instantly engulfed.
But it was still just a small stream, unable to fully protect Hewinia, as the Ailing could attack from all angles, bursting into her body, tearing a piece of azure Magic Power, then quickly returning to transfer the Magic Power into Aiman’s body.
Indeed, Ailing wasn’t a spell that directly physically attacked the target; it was an auxiliary spell meant to weaken the opponent while strengthening oneself.
Once Ailing was used by one combatant, the other, if unable to quickly defeat their opponent, would find their adversary’s advantage growing ever greater, ultimately securing victory.
Even though Ailing wasn’t uncounterable—there were many spells that could easily disrupt or terminate Ailing—
But the issue was that those spells were mostly starting from Fourth Notes, which Hewinia simply did not know.
After all, she had been a Player for too short a time, while Aiman was almost graduating.
And so Hewinia could only counter with Call Tide of Second Notes.
It wasn’t an optimal choice, but it was her only choice.
“Not bad for the Hailuo Family’s young mistress.” Aiman’s voice, laced with mockery, came from the other side, “Your Magic Power does taste sweeter than that of ordinary people.”
Hewinia lifted her head towards the source of the sound.
By now, the snowflakes had completely settled, leaving only the Ailing, which didn’t obstruct the view, dancing in the air.
Like stoats, they snatched her Magic Power and swiftly returned to their source—the body of Aiman.
And there was Aiman, moving step by step towards Hewinia, surrounded by countless Ailing, his Magic Wand continuously playing notes, preparing for the next spell.
“What gave you the courage to look down on me?” Aiman spoke, “Do you think you can disregard everyone just because you have a Golden Talisman? Do you think you’re superior just because I have a Silver Talisman?!”
Aiman’s tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.
“You’re far too arrogant!”
As if sensing their master’s fury, the dancing Ailing became even more agitated.
They accelerated their flight, increasing the magnitude of Magic Power they bit off each time.
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In an instant, Hewinia lost even more Magic Power, and since Magic Power was closely linked to physical strength, she stumbled, “puff” and half-knelt in the snow.
Hewinia’s kneeling only excited Aiman further.
“Ha-ha-ha, Miss Hewinia!”
