Genius Warlock

Chapter 203

The statement made by Cook, threatening to sever both of his arms, carried a weight that was not to be taken lightly.

With a fury that mimicked the wrath of a violent tempest, Cook charged forward, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

His singular goal was to instill fear and hopelessness in Oliver, driving him to the brink of despair.

The sound of his attacks reverberated through the air, as the clash of metal against metal echoed in the distance. Even Oliver's formidable shield of shadow tentacles could not withstand the onslaught, quickly crumbling before Cook's relentless assault.

As the shield disintegrated, the black suit that protected Oliver began to tear, while the intensity of consumption of emotions reached a level beyond compare.

Oliver was left with no choice but to anticipate Cook's every move, evading each blow with calculated precision in an effort to lessen the impact of the assault, and find...

"Hey, did you find any openings?" said Cook, with mockery and ridicule.

With a calculated maneuver, Cook stepped back, intentionally creating an opening in his defense for Oliver to exploit.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Oliver seized the opportunity, activating his Shadow Spike and launching a multi-pronged attack on Cook from all sides. But Cook was quick to react, deftly swinging his blade in a hurricane-like motion, easily destroying the slender shadow spikes that surrounded him.

[Hate Bullet]

Undeterred, Oliver unleashed a barrage of bullets of hate, anticipating that Cook's sloppy posture would make it difficult for him to block the attack.

However, to his surprise, Cook twisted his leg and stomped the ground with tremendous force, causing the earth to contort and a massive boulder to rise like a wall.

The Hate Bullet collided with the formidable rock wall, causing Cook to disappear from view.

Focusing his senses on Cook's emotions, Oliver quickly moved to his left, just as Cook emerged from the opposite direction, hurling a steak knife toward him.

But Oliver was one step ahead, compressing the projectiles of his Hate Bullets and expertly intercepting Cook's blade with ease.

Thud, thud, thud!

"Playing tricks is also fun... huh?"

As Cook charged towards Oliver, he suddenly looked down, his sentence left unfinished.

Unbeknownst to him, he had unwittingly triggered the Grudge Trap, a cunningly placed trap designed to exploit his predictable attack patterns.

BOOOOOOM!

With a thunderous explosion, the trap erupted like black lava, shooting upwards in a deadly cascade.

Ordinarily, such a trap would have ripped a person's lower body to shreds, but to Oliver's surprise, Cook's knee was the only casualty.

Though not as resilient as the Ogre Man, Cook possessed a remarkable level of endurance and astonishing recuperative abilities.

"Ugh...! This is quite interesting."

BANG, BANG!

With precision and determination, Oliver aimed his Hate Bullets directly at Cook's eyes, intending to blind him and block his vision.

Despite the excruciating pain of having his eyes pierced, Cook refused to give in to the agony, steadfastly enduring the assault without so much as a whimper.

[Outcry]

But Oliver pressed on relentlessly, summoning the power of black magic to unleash a wave of intense emotion that took the form of dozens of angry faces, each one screaming with rage.

-Kyaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

-Kyaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

-Kyaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

The impact of the Angry Scream struck Cook both physically and mentally, driving him back with a powerful shockwave that left him reeling.

Blinded and disoriented, Cook was a sitting duck as Oliver unleashed a barrage of Hate Bullets that pierced his body with deadly precision.

Dudududududududududududu!

Though Cook's resilience was formidable, even his exceptional endurance could not withstand the ferocity of Oliver's attack for long.

Oliver gradually increased the speed and power of his attack, thinking of pouring out all the emotions he had.

The small gunshot gradually grew bigger, and the bullet raised a cloud of dust.

As the barrage of bullets intensified, Oliver seized the opportunity to close in on Cook, wielding the Black Javelin attached to his quarterstaff with lethal intent.

But just as he was about to strike the final blow, Oliver's instincts kicked in, warning him of impending danger.

Shi-ang!

With lightning-fast reflexes, he stepped back, narrowly avoiding a deadly blade made of flesh that sliced through the air just inches from his neck.

phut!!!

Through the swirling dust, Cook emerged once again, fully recovered and poised to launch a counter-attack with truly remarkable resilience.

“You really think that weak attack could kill me?”

[Targeting]

Targeting his body and the stone pillar around him, Oliver increased the power output and stepped backward.

"This time, I won't miss it!!"

Cook remained calm and collected, steadfastly pursuing Oliver as he retreated.

Oliver used targeting once again, this time not upon himself but upon his opponent, Cook.

In an instant, a dart board materialized upon Cook's form, and he was hurled away from the fray, propelled by an invisible force.

It was a familiar tactic, one that Oliver had employed before to great effect against Joe.

"Ugh!"

This method of extraction was beyond the capabilities of an average warlock, and it was clear that the hammer was a formidable foe.

When the Fighter Crew member's Life-force was excessively drained in a short amount of time, he collapsed, causing the remaining members to step back in fear.

Undaunted, the fat man tore meat from his hammer and tossed it towards Cook, who consumed it eagerly in a bid to regain his strength.

"more! more! I exhausted my stamina so much!!”

The fat man raised his hammer to draw in more Life-force.

Shuhahahahahahahahahaha——!!!

"Oinkkkkkk!!"

“What is this....!!”

The fat man and Cook screamed in surprise, and their eyes were fixed on Oliver as he reached out and extracted the life force of the two.

“I'm also running out of Life-force.”

Cook and the fat man charged at Oliver, swinging their weapons in an attempt to break free from the extraction.

Despite their efforts, the fat man's size hindered his movements, and Cook was slower than before.

Oliver quickly subdivided the extracted Life-force, storing some in a test tube and using the rest to process the black suit like a thread.

Following Joe's example, he added thick black armor to crucial areas, including the spine, to increase durability and efficiency.

‘Is it like this?'

Oliver remembered Cook's move and put one leg on the ground and strained.

SHHHHHH!!

Although it was indirect due to the black suit, he felt the condensed power.

After compressing enough power, he exploded forward with astonishing speed, stabbing the fat man in the stomach with his quarterstaff.

BOOOM.

Utilizing the black suit made with Cook's emotions and Life-force, Oliver unleashed a powerful [Wrath Bomb], obliterating the upper half of the fat man's body.

Oliver quickly turned his attention towards Cook, manipulating the black suit and brandishing his quarterstaff.

Kang-!

The sound of two equally matched objects colliding echoed through the air as Cook asked in shock, "Did you...hide your skills?"

"No, Mr. Cook's emotions are of exceptional quality."

"Kuh......!"

Overshadowed by Oliver's praise, Cook, feeling humiliated, pressed forward, attacking with his cleaver while Oliver increased the output of his black suit and wielded his quarterstaff to counter.

The two weapons clashed in a chaotic dance of attacks, with the sound of blades cutting through the air ringing out.

Although several of Cook's strikes landed on Oliver's body, they were ineffective due to the black magic made from the same ingredient.

"You, you....!!"

Cook, who was gradually being pushed back by the firepower, twisted his face. Emotions of shock, anger, envy, humiliation, and fear slowly consumed him.

"Fork!!"

Fork, whose upper body had been blown off, recovered before he knew it and raised the crimson hammer.

Oliver could see the countless scars etched onto Fork's body from past torture.

"Huh..."

Oliver cast [Outcry] on the Black Suit, driving Cook back before layering dozens of thick lines of black armor onto the tip of his quarterstaff. Entwined with Life-force and emotions, the lines bundled together, forming a massive pendulum.

As the fat man's hammer came crashing down, Oliver swung his quarterstaff towards it.

BANG!!!!

As the hammer and quarterstaff collided, an earth-shattering shockwave echoed through the air, and the fat man was sent hurtling backward.

Oliver seized the opportunity and targeted both the fat man and his hand, using his power to pull him closer.

With [Black javelin] now affixed to the end of his quarterstaff, Oliver launched it towards the fat man.

Piung————Boom!

The resulting impact separated the fat man's upper and lower body, causing the crimson hammer to fall from his grasp.

Oliver targeted the hammer, retrieved it, and set it aside for further study.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!!!”

Cook screamed in rage and rushed at Oliver, thinking he had an advantage without the quarterstaff.

Oliver swung his arm and Cook's arm fell to the ground.

“Huh? Huh..?”

With a look of bewilderment, Cook glanced between his severed arm and Oliver.

In Oliver's hand gleamed a knife honed with his intent to kill.

“I don’t like knives, they are too sharp,” Oliver said as he thrust the blade into Cook's throat.

(To be Continued)

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