NABC Chapter 596 Charred Body
Chapter 596 Charred Body
"Painkillers," John replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "They'll deal with any internal bleeding and numb the nerves enough so you won't slow down during the fight." He suddenly paused, his eyes widening. "Wait—what the hell is that behind you?"
Ty spun around, just in time to see a mechanical spider, its tiny red eye blinking ominously. He barely reacted before it fired a dart directly at him. Instinct took over, and Ty caught the dart mid-air, but as soon as his fingers wrapped around it, an electric current surged through him. He gritted his teeth, his muscles locking up momentarily before he crushed the dart in his hand, cutting off the current.
John stomped on the spider, metal parts scattering across the ground. "What the hell," John muttered, his eyes darting around. "Is this some kind of enemy trick?"
Ty shook his head, still feeling the residual shock in his wrist. A familiar scent wafted in the air—just a hint of JJ's perfume. It was gone as quickly as it came, leaving Ty to wonder. He shook his head, pushing the thought aside. "No time for that. We need to move."
John looked like he was about to argue. "But what if—"
"Doesn't matter," Ty cut him off, his tone firm. "Let's go. I've got a feeling it's nothing we need to worry about."
Without waiting for a response, Ty rushed forward, slamming open the door to the castle. The interior was eerily similar to the setup of the Purple Midnights, but instead of deep purples, everything was cast in shades of orange. Ty's gaze zeroed in on two men seated cross-legged on the floor, dressed in orange garments and eating bowls of rice.
John chuckled, even as the sting deepened. He lunged in again, his fists a blur of motion. "You've already lost," he spat through clenched teeth. Each blow they exchanged echoed through the room, their strikes blurring together as neither seemed willing to back down.
Meanwhile, Ty's senses were on edge. The dark-skinned man moved like a shadow, his steps silent, his presence looming. Ty barely had time to react as his opponent slipped behind him, a fist slamming into the exposed wound on Ty's side. Pain shot through him, his vision blurring momentarily as he staggered. The man laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. "To think I'd be facing the Demon Monster so soon."
Ty gritted his teeth, rolling along the floor until he could push himself up. He barely steadied himself before he saw the dark-skinned man raise his book, the black flames Ty had summoned earlier being pulled towards its pages as if sucked into a vortex. Ty watched, his body tense as the man's lips twisted into a cruel grin.
"Let's burn a demon alive," he sneered, his arm stretching out toward Ty, the book glowing ominously. "Maximum output!" The black flames erupted from the book, a torrent of infernal fire racing toward Ty with blinding speed.
Ty struggled to summon his own flames, his hand trembling as he tried to counter the attack. But nothing came. His body, weakened and exhausted, refused to respond, and the flames slammed into him, hitting him like a speeding truck. He was thrown backward, his body crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. The impact left him crumpled on the ground, smoke rising from the charred edges of his clothes.
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Across the room, John had just landed a solid punch to the green-skinned man's gut, but it wasn't enough to stop what came next. The green-skinned man retaliated, his fists moving in a flurry, catching John twice in the chest. The force of the strikes drove the air from John's lungs, and before he could regain his footing, he was sent hurtling back. He collided with Ty, the two of them slumping together against the wall, their bodies battered and bruised.