The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 42: Another Boxing Storm!

But how is that possible?

Peter, who was not under control, looked incredulous. The prosecutor was directly under the Empire and could only be appointed by the Sun Cult and the royal family in the Rhine Kingdom. He was a violent institution that obeyed the interests of the Empire!

How could Eliza, an outsider, possibly ally with someone like that? And how could Bright, a lowly corpse collector, possibly become the Empire's prosecutor? What's going on here?

At this moment, Orlando, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to realize something.

Based on his extraordinary intelligence, there were only two possibilities for the situation before him. First, the person in front of him was a necromancer of level 30 or higher who possessed a high-level skill like the Gate of the Dead. He could use a corpse or an important relic to temporarily revive Lady's soul and then use her to carry out the prosecutor's extraordinary abilities.

A prosecutor can only enforce the law in a law enforcement area if they are appointed to it. Even if other prosecutors come, they cannot use the law in this area without proper appointment, unless they have extraordinary tools of a higher level.

However, it's unlikely to be either a high-level extraordinary item or a necromancer above level 30, because such abilities don't require this kind of trouble; they can simply crush them with sheer strength.

Then there is only the second possibility: a spirit healer!

The corpse collector in front of us also knows the secrets of the Shadow Forest and possesses the abilities of a Shadow Healer!

No wonder Allen demanded Lady's body before; now it makes sense, but there are still some questions.

First, the spirit is sealed using the Thousand Faces Tree Seed, and then transplanted into a living person's body so that the living person can use the spirit's power, skills, and memories. This requires infecting the deceased with the Thousand Faces Flower Poison before death, and then allowing the spirit seed to parasitize them. Only in this way can the soul remain intact in the Thousand Faces Tree, and then the transplant is performed using the surgical skills of a spirit healer.

But Lady was beaten to death by herself. Even if Lady's spirit lingered near the corpse, how did the other party manage to lure Lady's spirit into the tree seed?

He didn't know how the other party did it, but he was certain that the other party used the Seed of Shadow!

Orlando's veins bulged, and under the prosecutor's orders, he actually managed to stand up!

"Heh..." Orland sneered, "I knew it... your abilities... you got them from Lady, didn't you?"

Bright frowned. Forcibly defying the law could easily lead to even more terrible injuries, but the other party still did it based on just a guess. It seems that he is not an ordinary or arrogant person. He is bold and meticulous. He is a character!

"Looks like I'm right." Orland stretched his limbs and said coldly, "Lady is a level 15 Grand Inspector, but if it's just about transplanting a spirit, you can only use half of his power at most. If this is your only trump card, you're probably going to be disappointed. Your fate will only be... more miserable than his!"

The Shadow Healer has no ability to fight head-on. As long as I take him down, no matter how suspicious he seems now, I can temporarily suppress the situation. All I need to do is wait for the prayer to end and for the Shadow Forest to enter. Then I won't have to hide myself in front of a group of weak and powerless lower people like I do now!

Upon hearing this, Bright took off his black robe, revealing his tall and muscular body, which surprised Peter and Orland.

Was this guy... always this strong?

With his bulging muscles and the hot breath he exhaled that condensed like a javelin, he looked like a warrior above level ten!

"Using Lady Lady's abilities only lets everyone know that you are a criminal." Bright put on his gloves and provocatively beckoned with his finger: "Criminal Orland, I now challenge you on behalf of Lady Lady, Lord Allen, Lord Sanin, and Lady Eliza!"

Boxing gloves?

Orland's pupils contracted. He recognized it at a glance: it was Lady's boxing gloves. Was the other person challenging him while wearing Lady's boxing gloves?

What does that mean?

My previously calmed emotions exploded instantly. This kid knows how to provoke, does he really think he can control me?

Orland was so angry that his bones were cracking. Peter, seeing this, frowned and advised, "Calm down, Lord Orland!"

"It seems you've not only become a criminal, losing your loyalty to the Empire, but also the honor of a knight!" Bright said coldly. "A knight's faith comes from courage; this is a universally acknowledged saying among knights. You seem no longer fit to be a knight, Commander!"

Peter frowned. This kid was quite the talker. Just as he was about to explain for Orland and refuse the fight, Orland rudely pulled him away.

Orland was quite strong, and he pushed Peter, who was as big as a grizzly bear, away with one hand. Peter was caught off guard and stumbled to the ground, almost falling into the crowd. Just as he was about to get up and stop it, a cold feeling pressed against his neck.

"Don't move..."

Peter's pupils contracted: "It's you?"

Dog Egg grinned: "Long time no see, colleague."

Who the hell is your colleague?

Peter gritted his teeth, but he couldn't move. The other person was precisely positioned at his artery. His intuition told him that any movement would result in his trachea being cut. This assassin's skills were probably comparable to those of Lady and Orlando!

"I accept your challenge, Corpse Collector!" Orland grinned as he put on his ever-present boxing gloves. "Only this time, no one's going to collect your corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Bright solemnly assumed a fighting stance. At this moment, both Eliza and Jack were extremely nervous.

The plan proceeded smoothly, but only if Mr. Bright could win. Although it was unclear when Mr. Bright had developed such a muscular physique, it still seemed somewhat doubtful that he could defeat Orland in a one-on-one fight.

After all, everyone still vividly remembers the scene a few days ago when Orland beat Lord Lady to death!

Even Gou Dan was a little worried for Bright. Years of combat experience told him that Orant's current posture was on a completely different level from when he assassinated Martin. She must have been deliberately holding back back then. Judging from this feeling, even if he went up against her with good equipment, she wouldn't be confident of winning. After all, the assassin profession is not suitable for fair one-on-one combat.

"I won't kill you easily..." Orland's voice was low and cruel as he drew closer, "I'll crush every bone in your body, bit by bit, until you reveal all your secrets!"

He wasn't threatening, but rather informing them that the other party could transplant the spirits of the dead into his own body. He had to find out how, as it would be crucial for the Heart of the Forest's eventual annexation of Mirandil!

laugh!

"Begin!" Lady Eliza announced nervously. In an instant, while Eliza's voice was still only being heard by the front row of onlookers, Orland's jab was already completed, faster than Eliza's voice could be heard, instantly bringing the battle to a climax.

Faced with the terrifying jab, Bright remained incredibly calm, dodging the supersonic punch with just a slight tilt of his head. His blood was boiling, and in the next instant, he launched a fierce counterattack.

With even faster speed and more perfect timing, the fist slammed heavily into the opponent's face in the instant the opponent was caught off guard by the perfect dodge!

With a crisp bang, Orland was sent flying by the fierce counterattack.

A commotion erupted in the crowd. Many of the middle-class people here enjoyed watching boxing, and the speed of these two fighters was comparable to that of the champions in the Milan Dier underground boxing ring, or even more ferocious and exciting.

After all, top underground boxers still hold back and don't really fight to the death. This kind of primitive beast duel made the blood of all the men and women in the audience boil, especially since it was a dark horse challenging Orland, who had once killed Lady!

"Lord Orland?" Orland's confidants looked astonished, clearly not believing that Orland could be defeated in a single move.

At this moment, Orlando slowly stood up amidst the uproar of the crowd. The terrifying force of that punch had caused his entire nose bridge to cave in. He pinched his nose hard, crushing the nasal bone completely. The next instant, to everyone's astonishment, the dent on his face visibly healed, and even the blood that had fallen to the ground slowly flowed back.

Eliza and the others were extremely nervous, while a group of prosecutors' office staff clenched their fists tightly in the crowd. It was with this ability that Orlando had worn down Lady. This mysterious man had to hold on!

"This isn't the Blood Demon's ability. The Blood Demon heals itself by absorbing the blood of others. What you have is clearly something else," Bright said coldly.

"Go to the Netherworld and ask, with your doubts!" ​​Orland charged forward like a cheetah. It was a disgrace. Such a young boy had actually forced him to use his father's power. Shame, shame!

I'm going to shove his face up his ass. I'm going to have the priest extract his memories, then find his family and torture them one by one in front of him, so he can never keep that disgusting expression again!

"So slow..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears, causing Orland, who was frantically throwing punches, to freeze. He knew that voice all too well; it was the voice of the boxing champion he once admired, someone he wouldn't dare challenge even at seventy years old without his father's support.

Lady?

"Looks like I really am getting old." Lady's voice came softly from behind Bright. "So... this is your level when we fight again with a young and healthy body? And I even lost. Sure enough, even the best boxer can't escape the erosion of time."

Orland froze again, but to Bright at this moment, such a flaw was like a girl in a short skirt without underwear exposing her buttocks—the flaw was so obvious that it couldn't be hidden.

boom!

One jab, two jabs...

This time, Bright didn't use his full strength. Instead, the veteran boxer, who had dominated the ring, used his incredibly skilled experience to make each of Bright's jabs extremely fierce, but at the end, he would leave a little force to pull back, causing the opponent's body to be involuntarily pulled forward with the fist, so that he wouldn't fly directly out, like encountering a magnet.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of punches rained down on his opponent's weaknesses—face, chest, waist, abdomen, leg bones. The indistinct fist shadows twisted and deformed Orland's massive body, shattering his bones. When he was sent flying a second time, he lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh!

The final punch, just like in the previous duel, landed like a heavy hammer on Orant's chest, causing his entire chest cavity to cave in, making him look extremely miserable.

"Boss is awesome!"

Dog Egg couldn't help but cheer, "That's so damn violent! I love it!"

As Gou Dan cheered, thunderous applause and shouts erupted from the crowd!