Chapter 16

Before Douma could figure out why their expressions suddenly changed, a streak of white came like lightning, aiming at his throat.

There was no time to think, Douma bent his legs and leaned back 90 degrees, dodging the huge sickle that was whizzing towards him in an incredible posture, and at the same time pushed hard with his feet to withdraw from the old leader's attack range.

Only a few strands of oak-white hair that were hit by the blade because they were unable to dodge remained where they were, and slowly fell to the ground under the pull of gravity.

The old leader saw that he had only cut off a few strands of Douma's hair after using 60% of his strength in the attack, and his face immediately darkened: "You do have some strength, no wonder you are so brave to provoke me."

“……” Douma finally understood why the old leader suddenly hit him. It turned out that the misleading nature of the shell once again played an unnecessary role.

After two seconds of silence, Douma tried to explain without hope: "Is there a possibility that you misunderstood, Chief? I didn't mean to provoke you."

Douma: Look at my sincere eyes!

Unfortunately, the old chief did not see any sincerity in it. He only saw the collagen-filled face of the man in front of him. Shrouded in the fear of aging, the old chief was angry and jealous. He sneered disdainfully, and it was as if he had written the word "disbelief" directly on his forehead.

Upon hearing this, Mori Ougai, who was standing by, also smiled in an awkward but polite manner.

He took in the expressions of the old leader and Mori Owl, and as expected, no one believed him. Douma sighed helplessly. He touched his throat which had been saved from being cut because he dodged in time. He knew that the old leader's move just now was really meant to kill him. Thinking of this, he cautiously stood further away.

In the eyes of the old leader, Douma, a user with medium and long-range abilities, is preparing to become powerful.

As a berserker who fights in close combat, the old leader rushed towards Douma again without hesitation, and was determined not to give the opponent a chance to distance himself. Just a brat who is still wet behind the ears, he will make him bleed on the spot today.

An unprecedented murderous aura enveloped Douma, his pupils shrank, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a fleeting smile of success on the face of Mori Ogai, who was pretending to be invisible.

Ah, he seems to have accidentally stepped into the pit that Moriowa dug for him again. Douma thought in annoyance, and at the same time, he hurriedly pulled out the golden folding fan from his waist, and relied on the strong physical strength of the ogre to forcibly take the opponent's sickle.

As expected, he took the opponent's full-strength attack with brute force without any fighting skills, and his bones were fractured in a burst of sharp pain.

Douma swallowed the groan in his mouth. Fortunately, his broken arm recovered in an instant and he no longer felt any pain.

Obviously, it was not a good decision for him, who lacked practical experience, to choose to engage in close combat with an experienced old leader.

Facing the old leader's deadly white blade, Douma suddenly felt a chill in his throat. After a flash of severe pain, the wet feeling on his neck told him that this was a life-and-death battle, and it was no joke.

Being pushed to the limit, Douma no longer hesitated and launched an attack: "Blood Demon Jutsu: Winter Icicle."

Densely packed sharp icicles appeared below the ceiling, and the captivating cold light flashed above the heads of the old leader and Sen Gull.

Yes, Douma did not deliberately avoid Morigu, but directly launched an AOE range attack. No one would believe that he did not have a revengeful mentality.

As Douma pressed down with the golden folding fan in his hand, the suspended icicles fell down, with such momentum that they were about to string the two people below into a blood gourd.

The whizzing sound of the icicles cutting through the air attracted the attention of the old leader and Sen Ouwai. The first reaction of these two veterans of the battlefield was not to look up at the source of the sound, but to raise their weapons to block it without thinking.

After several sounds of metal colliding with stone, the old chief and Sen Ouwai were not only unharmed, but at least they were not strung into a bloody gourd.

But the two of them inevitably became more ferocious, with bright red blood seeping out of their torn clothes, which inevitably attracted Douma's many glances.

The icicles knocked away by the two men sank into the ground and walls one after another, as easily as piercing into soft tofu. However, the three people present had no intention of paying attention to this terrible scene.

The old leader then remembered the other person in the room, Sen Ou, who in his opinion had no fighting power.

He looked in surprise at Mori Ou who was only slightly injured. After discovering that the other party was not dead and not seriously injured, his suspicious nature made him feel a little suspicious.

But after all, the old leader had relied on Sen Ouwai for a long time. He suppressed the absurd thoughts in his mind and firmly believed that Dr. Sen would never betray him. It was reasonable for Dr. Sen to have such skills since he could survive well in a place like Leibo Street, wasn't it?

After some self-persuasion, the old leader simply waved his hand and asked Sen Ouwai to hide behind him. Without even turning his head, he ordered: "Doctor Sen, call for support."

The battle between people with special abilities is not something that ordinary people can participate in.

Not knowing that Mori Ogai is also an old leader with super powers, he wields a huge sickle alone and rushes towards Douma.

An inch longer is an inch stronger; an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous.

Facing the snow-white blade that seemed to be slicing him in two, Douma, who had awakened, calmly raised the golden folding fan in his hand to fight against it, completely ignoring the pain in his arm from the collision.

Realizing that such a head-on confrontation was not the solution, Douma's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. For the first time, he was satisfied that his blood demon art was toxic. The corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc: "Blood demon art: Withered Garden Weeping Snow."

Douma kept waving the twin fans in his hands, and with the clanging sounds, he came into close combat with the old leader's sickle many times.

At the same time, a large amount of frost gushed out from the gorgeous golden fans, following the force and wind direction, and went towards the old leader.

The freezing icy mist entered the body through the mouth and nose with breathing, bringing with it a strange chill. The old leader's eyes froze, and he remembered that Guangjin Liulang had once reported that Douma's ice-based ability might contain toxins.

However, it was too late to realize it now. The old leader's movements gradually slowed down, and the old guy in his hand seemed to become heavy.

With a loud clang, the huge sickle that was so majestic just now was now lying alone on the ground. The old leader, who was short of oxygen, also knelt exhaustedly in front of Douma.

Although the 'Stone of the Sage' has some magical properties, it is not the real Stone of the Sage after all. The old leader's body has not truly recovered to the peak state of his youth.

His resistance to poison at this moment is much worse than that of the green-haired young man who was accidentally killed by Douma due to miscalculation, so naturally the poison takes effect faster.

Douma lowered his head and looked at the old leader who was curled up in a ball, trying hard to breathe but not getting any oxygen, and knew that he was about to die.

The first time he committed a murder on his own initiative, he inevitably felt flustered for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. It was also at this time that Douma discovered that the experience in the Torture Club was really useful and that he had grown a lot.

Douma was in a complicated mood and didn't want to let the culprit stay out of the matter. He leaned over and whispered in the old leader's ear: "I'll tell you a secret. Doctor Mori didn't ask anyone to come up. Guess why."

The old leader, whose face turned red and whose eyes were bloodshot from suffocation, understood. With his eyes bloodshot, he used up his last bit of strength to stare at Sen Ouwai, who was smiling, but he could not utter a word.

Then, he died.

"How terrible, Douma-kun." Mori Ogai calmly walked to the old leader's body and said with a smile: "You actually killed the leader."

Hearing that Mori Ou's words were meant to accuse him, Douma retorted, "Didn't you plan all this, Mr. Mori?"

Mori Ogai just smiled without saying a word. He looked into Douma's eyes, which seemed to always be cold and had gradient colors. The smile in his eyes grew brighter and brighter due to the joy he couldn't suppress.

After a while, in Douma's eyes, Mori Ougai seemed to have suddenly fallen ill. The corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears, and his laughter became more and more abnormal.

Amid this wild and terrifying laughter, Douma vaguely heard Mori Ogai say, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Although this was not the original plan to usurp the throne, the situation changed subtly with the unexpected appearance of the 'Stone of the Sage'.

Mori Ougai also had to change his mind, from doing it himself to using Douma to kill the old leader.

The series of reactions after Douma met the old leader were exactly what he wanted, making his plan perfect as he expected.

Mori Ougai was naturally very happy since he didn't have to do it himself and leave hidden dangers, and he could also use it as a handle to control the disobedient Douma.

But Mori Gugai is Mori Gugai after all, and his ability to control his emotions is extremely terrifying. After laughing wildly for a while, he restrained his smile and returned to his usual appearance. He turned to Douma in a serious tone and assured him, "Don't worry, Douma-kun, I will take care of the follow-up issues and will not let the chief's death be blamed on you."

"..." Douma remained silent and did not respond to Morio.

After all, Mori Ouwai was his future boss, so he didn't need to be so disrespectful. He just complained in his heart: Isn't this what you should do? Do I have to thank you? What kind of scumbag leader is this?

After swallowing the complaints that were about to come out of his mouth, Douma nodded expressionlessly at Mori Ogai: "Then I'll leave first. I'll leave this to you."

Forgetting that a blank expression would increase the shell's lethality, Douma was surprised to find that Moriogai tensed his body in vain and even tightened his grip on the scalpel in his hand.

Combined with what happened before, Douma has reason to suspect that Mori Ogai, the future scumbag leader, wants to cross the river and destroy the bridge, and kill people to silence them.

Although nothing other than sunlight and the Sunlight Sword could kill him, being injured would still be very painful. Thinking of this, Douma couldn't help but become alert, guarding against Moriogai suddenly attacking him.

However, nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Mori Ogai stuffed the scalpel back into his shirt pocket as if nothing had happened, and said with a gentle smile, "Well, Douma-kun, go and have a rest. You're tired today, too."

What a thick skin! After complaining about his future boss in his heart, Douma turned around and left in a fog.

Outside the door, the guards seemed to be deaf the entire time. After the door opened, they glanced at the messy leader's office and then stood back in their original positions as if they were blind.

Say nothing about anything unusual.