Chapter 138: Impossible…

Chapter 138: Impossible…

Besides this Weakness Curse, several more Curses landed on him afterward, making Zheng Yichen feel like even a slight flap of his wings used up his old life… Thankfully, the Propulsion Devices handled most of the speed.

Even with so many Curses affecting him, Zheng Yichen’s speed wasn’t greatly reduced. Yet, burdened by all these Curses, he constantly felt like he might black out and collapse the next second. The Curses clinging to his outer body kept working, but those acting directly inside him had almost no effect.

The Curse Power entering his body was instantly swallowed up by his Mana… This swallowing was like the magic assimilation caused by his claws—it directly became his own power . Only this time, the Curse Power became nourishment for his Mana, unlike what was grasped in his claws, which he could throw back.

This surprised Zheng Yichen. Normally, the Mana he released wasn’t nearly this dominating. Even with some assimilation effect, it was only slight, completely incomparable to his claws.

Even though that Mana had been released through his claws, he hadn’t expected the Mana residing inside his body to have such an overpowering effect… Well, as overpowering as it was, it wasn’t much use.

It only worked inside his body, essentially making him immune to certain special attacks targeting living beings internally.

“Huh?” The man in black uttered a soft sound of surprise, looking at Zheng Yichen with astonishment. He could sense the Curses clinging to Zheng Yichen’s body surface working—Curse Magic involved mental aspects. But the Curses acting inside Zheng Yichen had lost their effect instantly…

The Curse on the body surface weakened, while the one acting inside tortured. A Pain Curse, for example, should have had the little dragon writhing in agony by now. Yet he was still fine!

This… was interesting. A dark glint flashed in the black-clad man’s eyes. He specialized in Curse Magic. Even encountering the Dragon Clan, he was confident he could make them suffer. But now, he’d met something that could ignore his Curse Magic.

If he didn’t figure out how this was possible, he wouldn’t feel at ease for quite some time. Even incredibly high Magic Resistance shouldn’t disregard logic like this! He was a specialist in Curse Magic; his mastery far surpassed others. His spells naturally bypassed part, or even all, of the target’s Magic Resistance.

What stunned him even more was Zheng Yichen’s next action. Zheng Yichen deactivated the Propulsion Device on his left arm, regaining normal movement. Then, he reached out and grabbed at the swirling Curses clinging to him. The black-clad man snorted dismissively at first.

A defining feature of Curse Magic was its stubborn persistence, hard to remove. The Curses swirling around him weren’t like normal Magic that could be touched. Though Curse Power could be seen, it was more like an image effect, existing within the unreal. Direct contact?

Impossible!

Unless his hand was empowered with specific anti-curse magic, neither ordinary means nor pouring Mana into it would work. Interfering with it using conventional Magic was useless too.

But then, he started doubting if the Curse Magic he learned was fake. Zheng Yichen actually reached out, grabbed those strands of Curse Power, and tore them all down!!

“That can’t be!!” The man in black widened his eyes, staring at the dark, murky black ball in Zheng Yichen’s hand. It was the forced fusion of various Curse Powers, visible now as a distinct clump.

“Hahaha! He could shatter the Light Screen the Sanctuary Church threw up! What are those little Curses of yours?” Seeing the black-clad man’s stunned expression, a green-haired man pointed at the sky and laughed heartily, feeling immense relief at the other’s reaction.

He was a Hunter, not of beasts, but of targets on bounties—specifically the notoriously difficult ones. The man in black was one of his quarries. But this guy’s Curse Magic was too troublesome.

They’d clashed several times, and he’d suffered plenty because of those Curses. Of course, the other hadn’t gotten off lightly either. Through these skirmishes, a fierce grudge had formed; they despised each other. If the situation hadn’t been unsuited for a direct fight, they would have clashed the moment they met.

“Hmph? Little Curses?” The black-clad man in his gloom cast a meaningful glance at a twisted scar on the green-haired man’s cheek.

“I’ll personally rip off your skull and keep it as a trophy!” The green-haired man’s eyes turned equally cold. That scar on his face was a sore spot. An ordinary scar would be fine; it could be seen as a badge of honor. But this ugly, twisted scar was the work of Curse Power.

He’d tried countless methods to remove it, all failed. In places filled with Dark Power, or near Dark Magic spells, the scar would ache terribly, even oozing pus that was impossible to get rid of.

Strength might be temporary, but being cool was damn well for life! Before this scar, his looks were quite good. When he visited a Tavern, barmaids often slipped him little notes secretly.

He’d practically given up hope on the scar. But seeing the Little Dragon grab Curses bare-handed reignited a spark. The scar was rooted in Curse Power, deeply entrenched, almost fused with his body. That’s why it was so hard to remove.

Forcibly removing it would… cost him most of his face. Even with powerful Restoration Magic, the lingering Curse Power would prevent proper healing.

But if… he found this Little Dragon and had him grab this scar… Even if it left a new scar, completely removing the Curse Power would mean the new scar could be fully healed with some Restoration Magic. Easy!

“Oh~ You want that Little Dragon to remove the Curse Power for you, huh?” The man in black mocked. “Getting close to that dragon, aren’t you afraid the Sanctuary Church will interrogate you?”

“None of your business!” The green-haired man’s face darkened further. It was true; the relationship between the Little Dragon and the Sanctuary Church was hostile. Contacting him would lead to trouble… Even if no one else knew, the black-clad man wouldn’t hesitate to inform the church once he noticed the curse on his face was gone…

Seeing the gloomy expression, the man in black felt immediately better. But then, in the next instant, the green-haired man did something utterly beyond his expectations. Flying ahead, the green-haired man abruptly dodged sideways. A huge ball of filthy, fused Curse Power splattered all over the man in black…