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Chapter 37

"Are you so scared that you want to beg for mercy?" A man wielding a one-handed axe excitedly looked at the kowtowing Chris: "What kind of game is this? Even in the face of death, you can't do anything about it!"

"If that's the case, I'll take the spot to become a Crowmen!" the axe-wielding man rushed to the front and swung his axe at Chris with an excited expression.

Whoosh … The sound of breathing did not alert the axe-wielder. Chris, who was kneeling on the ground, leaped forward and accurately hit the enemy's running feet with both hands. He then rolled to the side and dodged the axe-wielder who had fallen.

Chris raised his head to see that there was a wound on his forehead, blood was constantly flowing down his face, the [Black Crow] germs were crawling along the blood towards the wound on his forehead, revealing Chris' mouth.

"Sorry about that, Rhythm Stripping" Chris grabbed the [Black Crow] germs on his face and used an advanced application of [Respiratory Art]. Everything in the world had its own rhythm, and by harmonizing with the rhythm of everything in the world, one would be able to gain the perception and even power of everything in the world. For example, [Golden Rhythm]. If he changed his own rhythm to reject it, he would be able to expel the germs from his body. Earlier, he used [Respiratory Art] to expel the germs from his body.

The blood on Chris's face trembled. Chris grabbed the germs on his face and threw them at the axe-wielding man.

"These germs only have their own instincts. They instinctively want to enter a living being's body, and of course, they also instinctively chase after fresh blood. You also had a mouthful of blood in your mouth to ensure that the germs didn't enter your throat, woman!"

Chris kept breathing, using [Rhythm Stripping] to expel the germs that had already entered his body. The axe-wielding man was hit by the germs on his face, and the germs flowed into his body through his nose and mouth.

The axe-wielding man howled in pain as black spots began to appear on his face. It wouldn't be long before he died from the [Black Crow] disease. Not everyone who was infected with the [Black Crow] germs became a Crowmen, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Crowmen, and there would be a limit on the number of slots.

"Should I say, as expected of a Legendary Ranger? Even in such a situation, he was still able to discover the Black Raven's characteristics." Tesa slowly held the broken rapier in her hand. She could be cautious and let others kill Chris, but in this situation, she wouldn't back down. Just as she said, if she was in the same situation as Nozades, she would do the same thing.

"Become a part of Lord Negri, follow him to the peak, and fight to the death to seize the opportunity to become a ladder!" The image of Negri reaching out to her appeared in Tesa's mind. People always needed other existences' acknowledgment and needs. The reason why Tesa worked so hard was so that she wouldn't be judged as useless.

"Do all of you not cherish your life?" Chris looked at the attackers who had been scared off, and Tesa, who had been hiding in the back but was now walking forward with firm steps, and his eyes flashed with admiration.

Regardless of whether they were enemies or not, regardless of what kind of beliefs they held, as long as they were able to clearly understand their own needs, persist in their beliefs, and even give up their lives for it, you could look down on them for having incorrect beliefs, but you should praise them for their persistence.

"Enough, Tesa!" A voice called out from afar, stopping Tesa's advance. Adley, wearing a Crowmen black robe, stood on top of a roof and spoke with a serious expression: "Right now, Reya still needs people, for the sake of Lord Negri, please stay alive"

"… I understand" Tesa stared at Chris in front of her, put down the broken rapier in her hand, and hurriedly retreated.

"A new enemy" Chris was constantly breathing to adjust his condition. The two consecutive battles had already used up a lot of his stamina, and this new enemy was even more powerful in terms of rhythm alone.

"How unbearable, my body's condition is getting worse and worse" Chris squinted his eyes. [Respiratory Art] was a miraculous technique, if you simply practiced it, you would be able to adjust your own rhythm, strengthening your body and extending your lifespan.

But as Chris continued to take risks and use [Respiratory Art] to fight, his body's condition was deteriorating day by day. For example, [Metal Rhythm], when using a human's body to match the rhythm of metal, every time it was used, it would disturb his own rhythm and cause it to become uncoordinated.

After a long period of accumulation, this uncoordinated rhythm had become a hidden injury that would most likely kill Chris on the spot if it were to explode.

"Who can kill me, who can kill me!?" The axe-wielder shouted in a frenzied manner. After being infected by the [Black Crow] germs, he could only feel his entire body twisting in pain, death was already a form of release for him.

He staggered towards Chris who was the closest to him, forcing Chris to divert part of his attention to him.

"You've caused enough chaos, rest here forever, Chris Modo!" Yadley didn't pay any attention to the axe-wielder, his gaze was solemn as his voice became a bit strange: "Bizarre Scales, kill him!"

A dark golden light flashed for a split second. The axe-wielder's body was instantly torn apart, the light reappeared in front of Chris, its sharp claws reached towards Chris, then seemed to have sensed something and hesitated.

Blood splattered everywhere. Chris fell to the ground, a long gash appeared on the right side of his waist, if it went any deeper, he would probably be able to see his internal organs. If that thing didn't stop the axe-wielder for a bit, and if that thing didn't hesitate a bit, his body would have been torn in half already.

"Thank you …" the axe-wielder's body was torn apart, he fell to the ground, spat out two words, then died with an expression of relief.

"What was that thing? An animal? " Chris only saw some dark golden scales in his daze: "And that extremely uncoordinated rhythm, it reminds me of Reya's leader, Comoros. No, that thing was even more uncoordinated than Comoros!"

"Continue!" Yadley's cold and eerie voice resounded, causing Chris to hurriedly stand up. What he feared the most was facing an opponent whose speed or strength far surpassed his own, that kind of [Respiratory Art] techniques would be extremely difficult to use.

Chris hurriedly jumped into the alleyway. The main street was too wide, there was no way to stop an opponent of this speed. Only by entering the complicated alleyway would he have a chance to restrain that thing and win against it.

"There's one more question, why did that thing hesitate for a bit when it tried to grab me? Is there something on me that can affect it?" Chris's mind quickly turned.

With a flash of dark golden light, Chris managed to avoid this attack by hanging on the wall.