Chapter 100 The Battle Style of an Ascendant Diver <TOC> Chapter 102 The Third Energy Level
Translator: SumTLMan
After advancing to the third energy level, awakened enhancers would transform their organs into psychic organs. Their bodies would have virtually no vital points.
Some mentally strong enhancers, even after having half of their heads cut off, would continue to fight tirelessly.
Pilate’s body was pierced by tentacles, leaving five or six fist-sized holes, with blood gushing out.
The wounds resembled fish mouths, rapidly closing and writhing to heal themselves.
He was using psychic energy to stop the bleeding and repair the wounds. The tentacles had taken away a considerable amount of his flesh.
“You are afraid, Pilate. I can smell the scent of your fear in the air,” Tippolava Momo’s unhurried voice echoed in Pilate’s ears.
“Give up. Your persistence is meaningless and only adds to my hunting pleasure. Drop your blade, close your eyes, and I’ll grant you a painless death. In an instant, it will all be over.”
Pilate could feel his body growing weaker, as if the life within him was draining away like water from an open sluice gate.
His psychic energy was nearly depleted.
His lungs gasped like bellows, and his heart palpitated, almost ceasing to beat.
A dry cough, his lips cracked from dehydration, his throat hoarse, and he could hardly speak. The curved blade in his hand became increasingly weak, almost slipping from his grasp.
For a fleeting moment, he thought that giving up might not be a bad outcome.
Just then, a sudden impact sent Pilate flying like a tattered sack.
He rolled several times on the ground, touched his body, and was astonished to find that the hideous wounds had vanished, and the weakness, dry cough, and exhaustion had disappeared.
His familiar body returned, and the robust psychic energy flowed within him.
“Was that an illusion?!”
He held his curved blade, examining his unscathed body in shock. During the pursuit of Tippolava Momo, he had merely served as a distraction on the side. He never expected that Tippolava Momo could so easily toy with an awakened one of the same energy level.
Pilate hadn’t noticed that his senses had been interfered with, and pain that didn’t belong to him had been implanted.
Aernir let out a mournful cry as a long, narrow wound was carved into its back, revealing the stark white ribs and wriggling organs. The massive body was flung away.
It was Aernir who, at the most critical moment, whipped Pilate with its tail, awakening him.
Its injuries were not limited to that one cut; a significant amount of fur had fallen out, and its mottled skin was covered with various bizarre wounds, making one wonder what kind of battle it had been through.
When Pilate was being controlled by Tippolava Momo with illusions, Aernir had been fighting Tippolava Momo all along.
“This beast is really troublesome, which is why I hate dealing with stupid creatures with little wisdom; they are even more difficult to control.”
Tippolava Momo said impatiently. His direct combat abilities were not very strong within the third energy level, so he couldn’t finish off Aernir cleanly while controlling Pilate, instead allowing it to awaken Pilate.
A fog-like purple psychic energy enveloped him, reminiscent of the deep and terrifying vastness of space.
This psychic energy continuously transformed, sometimes into hideous tendrils covered in bone spurs, sometimes into enormous fangs and sharp beaks, sometimes into grotesque giant hooked claws, or into huge curved bone blades.
Aernir was sent flying by his bone blade.
Pilate clenched the curved blade with both hands. He looked at the ground, where there was nothing, and the previous blade marks had disappeared.
He was shocked to realize that he had been controlled upon their first encounter! Everything he saw and felt had been interfered with by Tippolava Momo.
Pilate gritted his teeth, mobilizing his psychic energy, and used his energy technique to protect his brain, preventing further control.
Desolate Wind wrapped around the curved blade, emitting a mournful howl, sweeping up the surrounding sand and dust.
Having experienced Tippolava Momo’s terrifying psychic abilities, he didn’t dare give Tippolava Momo another chance to confuse his senses.
“Take this!”
The pale crescent-shaped blade energy cut through the air at an astonishing speed, heading straight for Tippolava Momo.
Desolate Wind roared, attempting to tear apart everything in its path!
Tippolava Momo’s psychic energy suddenly surged like a tidal wave, transforming into a giant claw covered in skin and bones, grabbing the incoming blade energy.
The crimson claw, covered in bone spurs, tightly gripped the blade energy. The life-draining desolate wind scraped against the claw, making a creaking sound and leaving deep, bone-exposing scars.
Finally, the blade energy dissipated, leaving the giant claw riddled with scars.
“Manifestation type?! No! It’s Shaping type!”
Pilate was startled, almost thinking he had encountered two manifestation-type awakened beings in one day.
A manifestation type of the same energy level was almost synonymous with being formidable and dangerous. However, Tippolava Momo definitely wasn’t a manifestation type; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so miserable when being hunted.
“Feeling relieved now?”
Pilate was suddenly shocked as Tippolava Momo’s voice emerged from behind him. He could almost feel the sticky, damp breath exhaled during speech, blowing onto the back of his neck.
He swung his blade backward, but struck only air.
“Not good!”
By the time he realized it, it was too late. Purple psychic energy transformed into a huge, twisted, ferocious beast head with uneven fangs, lunging to bite Pilate.
Pilate let out a roar as coarse hair burst from his body, his figure swelling into a massive Beast of Darkness.
He gripped the giant curved blade with both arms and held it upright in front of him.
The interlocking fangs tore into his body, while the curved blade cleaved the beast’s head.
The psychic energy composing the beast’s head was severed, but the interlocking fangs also pierced Pilate’s body, leaving crisscrossing bite marks.
Pilate’s vision went black, and he immediately lost his sight. Then, one after another, his hearing, touch, and sense of smell were stripped away.
“What’s going on?!”
He panicked, planted his blade on the ground, and covered his eyes with his other hand.
“This is my ability, Pilate. From now on, your nervous system is completely under my control.”
Tippolava Momo’s voice echoed in his mind.
“Ah!”
Pilate roared angrily like a trapped wild beast, wildly swinging the curved blade in his hand, slashing out fierce and destructive blade auras, attempting to strike Tippolava Momo.
The chaotic blade auras left wild, grass-like scars on the ground but didn’t harm a single hair on Tippolava Momo.
“Impossible! Impossible! When you were being hunted, if you had displayed such an ability, how could you have been left in such a pathetic state before!”
Chapter 100 The Battle Style of an Ascendant Diver <TOC> Chapter 102 The Third Energy Level