Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 227: Thrashing the Lackey

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... utilizing his full body strength, he aimed and hurled it towards the Tyler guy.

Tyler's battle-hardened instincts screamed in alarm as he sensed an acute danger and yanked his sword free from the cracked ground.

But his movement was just a breath too slow due to the hard and strong material of the floor.

At the last moment, he raised his left arm in defense as the projectile pierced through the haze.

The spike embedded itself halfway into Tyler's forearm as the sheer force knocked him back many steps back.

An extreme ice-cold sensation of numbness radiated from the wound and sent shivers through his stone armor.

Before he could react further, more crimson-tinted spikes silently streaked through the debris.

One aimed for his face, the other at the side of his head, another at his groin, and the fourth toward his heart.

"Damn it!" Tyler cursed as he spun his broadsword in a wide arc.

A gust of earthen energy and jagged rocks swirled around him and shattered two of the spikes aimed at his head.

With a sharp upward slash, he cleaved through the one targeting his lower body.

But the final honed and ruthless bloody spike aimed at his heart struck true.

With a sickening crack, it pierced Tyler's chest.

The chilling red spike penetrated through a weak spot in his fractured rock armor and tore into the flesh beneath.

However, Tyler's battle instincts kicked in at the last second, and he twisted his body just enough to save his heart from instant destruction.

This action of his saved his heart from being utterly and instantly destroyed.

Still, the force of the blow hurled him backward, and a wave of unnatural cold washed over him as it froze a large portion of his chest armor.

The frost spread swiftly and locked down the wound inside and out while creeping dangerously toward his vital organs—especially his heart.

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His blood flow turned slow and the blood circulation around his chest was utterly frozen.

The unbearable cold made his chest ache deeply, and his breath grew sharp and ragged.

Silence swept across the tavern.

Adventurers and onlookers stared in disbelief as the once-proud warrior dropped to one knee and gripped his frozen chest in agony.

Declan's eyes were shaking a little and his face was grim as he witnessed his trusted underling being so easily defeated by a young but wretched boy who was just at the Elemental Sea stage.

Tyler's lips quivered.

"What... what the hell is this ice...?"

His left side, from shoulder to ribs was numb and encased in frost. The spike hadn't pierced his heart, but it came dangerously close.

Meanwhile, Ethan's silhouette emerged from the thinning dust as he pretended to breathe heavily.

He acted as if those five attacks had depleted almost all his magic power, as evidenced by his sagging shoulders and heavy breath.

Yet, there was a flicker of amusement in his glowing red eyes.

Let's not make this too easy, he thought.

Feigning exhaustion, Ethan leaned slightly forward and masked the overwhelming reserve of power thrumming beneath his calm exterior.

The demon underling named Tyler roared in frustration as his body didn't seem to listen to him.

His extreme action caused blood to froth at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing the enemy approaching, he tried to rise but the crimson-tinged frost that encased half of his chest and shoulders locked him in place.

His movements were sluggish and his once-proud aura had diminished to a flicker.

Among the crowd, even the seasoned veterans shared uneasy glances.

"How... how did that brat do that?" one veteran muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Isn't Tyler supposed to be near the mid-tier Crystal Formation Realm?" another whispered back and his tone was laced with disbelief.

Virelle exhaled slowly and relief washed over her but Velcy remained focused.

Both women had already discerned Ethan's subtle deception.

They both knew his true endurance and fighting capabilities far exceeded what he was showing.

In the ring, Tyler gritted his teeth and his hands glowed faintly with a dim yellow light as he attempted to channel more of his earthy magic into his shattered chest armor.

But the frost resisted and its crimson hue deepened as it tightened its grip.

Ethan crossed his arms, eyes cool as he watched his opponent struggle.

Ethan crossed his arms and watched his opponent struggle with a calm detachment.

Since killing wasn't allowed, he wasn't in a hurry.

Tyler was already incapacitated, and the crowd's murmurs were music to his ears.

The warden raised a brow, glancing at Declan in the crowd.

The demon's earlier smirk was now replaced with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

"Alright, time to end it," Ethan muttered under his breath with his voice barely audible.

He began walking toward the kneeling demon and his footsteps echoed in the now-silent pub.

The crowd held its breath and were unsure if Tyler could endure another attack.

The tension was palpable and the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of Ethan's boots against the stone floor.

When Ethan was about five meters away, Tyler's hand on the ground suddenly glowed with a blinding yellow light.

Streaks of blood dripped from his eyes as he poured every ounce of his remaining magic into a desperate, last-ditch attack.

Gasps rippled through the room.

'He shouldn't have been so arrogant,' many thought in unison as they chastised Ethan.

Suddenly, jagged brown spikes erupted in a circular formation around Ethan.

There were dozens, no hundreds of those razor-sharp spikes that shot from the ground and formed a deadly forest of stone aimed to impale him.

It was a wide area attack and the spikes rose like hungry fangs, leaving no apparent escape.

Ethan's expression remained calm and he was already in motion.

With a twist of his ankle, he sidestepped the first wave of spikes by mere inches.

His body moved like a liquid shadow as it flowed with precise and graceful control.