Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 532 – You’re Truly a Madman

“I’ll answer that now—it works quite well.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Lin Fan shattered the air before her.

Her full physical power of 250,000 points erupted.

Sonic boom clouds burst in ring after ring above Azurewood City.

She transformed into a streak of white lightning, closing the distance to the Dragon Emperor’s face in an instant.

Her right leg swung high, wrapped in a piercing howl of wind, and came crashing down in a vicious axe kick.

The Dragon Emperor raised his arm to block.

Crack.

The sound of snapping bone rang out clearly.

The Dragon Emperor’s forearm bent at a grotesque angle under the immense kinetic force.

His entire body was driven downward by the sheer impact.

Lin Fan gave him no chance to catch his breath.

She dove after him, chasing his plummeting form.

Her fists rained down relentlessly.

Abdomen, chest, face.

With every punch, the dull thud of shattering flesh and bone echoed through the air.

Shockwaves exploded between them again and again.

But the results were negligible.

The gray-black Death Qi swirling around the Dragon Emperor moved with lightning speed.

The moment Lin Fan’s fists withdrew, his broken bones had already reknit themselves.

Dented flesh swelled back into place.

The terrifying destructive force clinging to his wounds was all devoured by the Death Qi.

Converted into nourishment to repair his body.

The Dragon Emperor let Lin Fan unleash her barrage without resistance.

In fact, between blows, he reached out and clamped his hand around Lin Fan’s wrist.

The Death Rule surged toward her through their point of contact.

Lin Fan’s eyes turned cold.

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Five hundred thousand points of Mental Strength drove the Life Domain.

Emerald light erupted from within her body, forcibly expelling the invading Death Qi.

Not only that—through the Life Domain, she forcibly siphoned the residual vitality from the air to replenish her own consumption.

The two of them tangled into a blur of light and shadow midair.

Green radiance and gray-black currents ground against each other.

“Your stamina isn’t infinite,” the Dragon Emperor said, his voice steady even amid the violent clashes, his breathing completely unbroken.

“And I am immortal.”

“What do you have to beat me with?”

Lin Fan didn’t answer.

She wrenched herself free from his grip, her left hand reaching back into empty air.

The System Space opened.

A high-grade Runic Longblade, lifted from Azurewood City’s armory, materialized in her hand.

Her Mental Strength poured into the blade without reservation, the runes blazing with blinding light.

Gripping the sword with both hands, she swung with everything she had at the Dragon Emperor’s waist.

The blade sliced clean through his Protective Spiritual Energy without resistance, biting deep into his midsection.

Then something bizarre happened.

Not a single drop of blood flowed.

The black mist at the Dragon Emperor’s wound came alive, coiling around the blade.

The special-alloy blade lost its metallic luster within half a breath of touching the black mist.

It melted into a lump of scrap metal, scattering in the wind.

Even the hilt crumbled to dust in Lin Fan’s hands.

Lin Fan discarded the remnants, using the momentum to leap backward and create distance.

External weapons were useless.

Physical strikes were useless.

The enemy before her wasn’t a normal living being at all.

As long as the Death Rule remained unbroken, he could stand there and let someone beat him for a hundred years without a scratch.

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Lin Fan hovered in midair, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Her white hair whipped wildly behind her.

She stared at the churning black mist around the Dragon Emperor.

This mist was vicious—it could devour weapons, absorb kinetic energy.

But when the fluctuations of Lin Fan’s Life Domain touched that black mist, the mist didn’t rush forward to consume it.

Instead, it recoiled.

Though the Death Qi held the advantage in sheer quantity, at its core, life and death were irreconcilable opposites.

A spark of insight flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

The damage he takes—he can turn it into recovery.

That was because external force had destroyed his body structure, and the Death Rule had seized the opportunity to fill the gap.

What if she directly poured a massive amount of life energy into him instead?

For a vessel driven by the Death Rule, the purest vitality was nothing less than a lethal poison—one that killed on contact!

Lin Fan glanced at the System Space.

In the corner, dozens of green bottles of Energy Raw Pulp were neatly stacked.

That was the high-purity essence she had refined over so many days on Blue Star.

Originally, she had planned to use it to replenish the Holy Water pool in Azurewood City.

Every single drop of this stuff contained violent Life Origin.

“You really think that just because you’re a turtle shell, I can’t crack you open?”

Lin Fan erupted once more.

This time, she even retracted her Life Domain to the surface of her body, squeezing every ounce of Mental Strength into her limbs and bones.

“Time Control!”

The Power of Rules descended.

The world within a one-kilometer radius hit the pause button.

Dust floating in the air froze mid-drift.

The calm in the Dragon Emperor’s eyes was completely frozen in place.

Lin Fan closed in.

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She didn’t throw a punch, nor did she draw a blade.

Her left hand clamped onto the Dragon Emperor’s jaw like an iron vise, her thumb and index finger contracting with brutal force, forcibly dislocating his lower jaw.

Her right hand flipped over.

Dozens of glass bottles filled with green Energy Raw Pulp appeared in her palm.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lin Fan shoved the entire handful straight down the Dragon Emperor’s throat.

Her right fist followed immediately, slamming hard into his mouth.

Glass shards shattered on a massive scale.

The high-concentration Energy Raw Pulp poured down his esophagus and flooded straight into his stomach, while the glass fragments were blasted into his flesh by pure physical force.

Having done all this, Lin Fan tapped her toe against the Dragon Emperor’s chest and launched herself backward over a hundred meters.

Three seconds ended.

The wind resumed its sound.

The Dragon Emperor’s mouth was twisted askew from the violent impact.

He instinctively clutched his mouth, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.

He had expected Lin Fan to unleash a killing move during those three frozen seconds of time, even preparing himself for his body to be completely destroyed and then reassembled.

Instead, she had stuffed a bunch of glass bottles into his mouth?

Then, the Death Qi inside him instinctively began to circulate, trying to devour the foreign objects in his throat and stomach, repairing the damage from Lin Fan’s punch.

That single activation was what triggered the disaster.

The Dragon Emperor’s expression changed drastically.

The purest Life Origin exploded within his body.

It wasn’t an external attack—it was a genuine, overwhelming dose of tonic.

Dozens of bottles of Energy Raw Pulp were enough to make several hundred sixth-tier Evolved beings die from over-nourishment, their bodies bursting apart.

They merged into the Dragon Emperor’s flesh, blood, and meridians without any regard for reason.

The Death Rule desperately tried to convert them.

But it couldn’t convert them at all.

Life and death formed the most extreme battlefield inside the Dragon Emperor’s body.

The skin on his surface began to bulge across large areas, something beneath the flesh writhing madly.

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The black robe on his body was torn apart by the strain.

Fresh chunks of flesh grew uncontrollably across his shoulders, chest, and thighs.

The excess life force found no outlet, so it could only forcibly alter the host’s body structure in the crudest way possible.

“Ahhh!”

The Dragon Emperor threw his head back and let out an extremely agonized roar.

All trace of calm and arrogance was gone from that sound—only pure suffering remained.

The black mist on his body’s surface was riddled with holes by the emerald light seeping out from within.

His originally indestructible physique, now overflowing with excessive vitality, began to collapse on its own.

Even a tender green unknown vine, absorbing the overflowing energy, took root directly on the Dragon Emperor’s fractured ribs, tearing through flesh and skin as it grew wildly.

Poison.

This was the deadliest poison against the Death Rule.

Lin Fan stood in the distance, watching the scene coldly, flicking the bloodstains off his wrist.

“Is my Nioh tasty?”

The Dragon Emperor couldn’t spare any energy to retort.

He mobilized all his Mental Strength to suppress the rampaging vitality within his body, the black ripples of the Death Rule desperately contracting inward.

But that Energy Raw Pulp was refined by Lin Fan at the mid-stage of Level Nine.

Plentiful in quantity, extremely high in purity.

Accompanied by a bone-chilling sound of flesh and bone tearing, the Dragon Emperor’s left arm couldn’t withstand the conflict and exploded directly into a mist of blood.

No black mist came to repair it.

The Death Rule had completely crashed under this logical contradiction.

“Hahaha… what a madman!”

The Dragon Emperor clutched his chest with his remaining right hand, his dark golden Dragon horns covered in fine cracks.

He stared at Lin Fan, the disguise in his eyes finally shattering completely.

This was nothing but thuggish tactics.

“Right back at you.”

Lin Fan closed in once more.