I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 351 Woman Of Madness [Part 4]

Chapter 351  Woman Of Madness [Part 4]

Northern thought he had imagined it.

The moment the lady had spoken, something ominous, something very evil gleamed at him from the shadows.

He wasn't so sure, the feeling was very surreal so he couldn't make anything out of it.

He straightened his back, paused for a moment while observing her carefully, then he asked:

"What do you mean?"

The lady shrugged, "I knew you were struggling… it was obvious from your movement. So, I matched your pace so that you could get used to your weapon. That way this will be much more enjoyable for me, and dreadful for you."

Northern frowned.

'What the crap is she saying… that was her matching my pace?'

The lady's mischievous grin got more pronounced as she saw the tension on Northern's face.

"It's quite understandable that you do not believe. But what does it matter whether you believe or not. The only thing I have come here for is to crush you, while my colleague crushes the rest of your cohort."

'Ah, so that is why…'

Northern released his frown a little bit. It was like he was relieved that Raven and the others too were having their own battle somewhere away.

Northern suddenly raised a brow and focused on the lady.

"What do you mean colleague…or colleagues?" He inquired, giving the 's' an emphasis.

The lady was silent, like she was thinking about it. Then she looked at Northern and demonstrated with her index finger.

"If it's one person is it colleagues or colleague?"

It looked like she was being rhetorical but Northern could tell for some reason, that she was seriously asking.

"I guess it's just one person then…" He tilted his head back in disbelief.

'Just one person wouldn't be enough to take care of those guys'

He was very concerned. Why is only one person going after them and one after him.

It was so unfair.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee you, he will definitely kill all of them."

Northern scowled at her and inquired:

"Really? Are you sure? They are quite strong, a Sage and a Savant. I am nothing compared to their might."

The lady nodded her head with a vibrant and confident smile.

"Don't worry, he is a single digit Knight."

Northern looked at her.

"And you?"

"I'm a double digit knight."

"What number?"

"Twelve."

"And he?"

"Nine."

"So, is that like a thing, all the knights in the empire have numbers?"

She shook her head, her smile fading a little but not completely.

"No. We are a special rank of Knights called Emissaries of darkness. Although we are only a copy of our mother nation. Only these special ranks of knights are numbered and they are usually the strongest fifty of all the Knights."

Northern nodded in understanding.

Some things he did not understand but he understood the main point.

He stared at her for a couple of more seconds then asked:

"Can I ask you another question."

The lady was silent, staring at him with that smile—somewhat offsetting to Northern by the way.

He watched carefully then asked his question.

"Up until now, you looked like you were not ready to talk to me. Why are you suddenly speaking so much?"

"Because I was bored and uninterested in you. I don't like talking to people I don't like."

Northern licked his dry lips a little bit and looked down, he was getting confused. He returned his eyes to her face.

"You like me?"

She nodded rigorously.

"Hmm!!"

"And you want to kill me?"

Her face contorted into an expression of pure pleasure, eyes and lips curling upwards with her skin getting pink.

She stuck her tongue out in a filthy manner and hugged herself squirming at the thought of Northern dying in her hands.

Northern took a subconscious step backwards, his eyes trembling with so much difficulty to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Who really is this mad woman?

The lady finally let herself go and tried to give a serious expression, but she was still struggling.

She looked up and sighed then looked at Northern far away and asked.

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen…" Northern lingered but answered.

Her eyes widened, and started to tremble the next minute.

She touched her chest, her cheeks blushing as she lowered her head and eyes in a sweet smile and said:

"I have never killed a fifteen year old before. I have killed a sixteen though, seventeen and nineteen. But I didn't enjoy it. They were weak boys who had no idea of what the world was."

She raised her eyes to look at him.

"But you… you are different. I have enjoyed the few minutes we have spent fighting, I know you have seen your fair share of this world, your battle style is a note of your experiences. I can't think of nothing else but crushing everything."

She beamed seductively and viciously at the same time.

"I can't wait to see the look of despair on your face when you finally realize that your soul will be crushed by my spear and there's nothing you can do about it."

Northern cocked his head a little bit.

"You really think you can beat me?"

The lady's ecstatic expression vanished in a moment, replaced by a slight frown.

Northern's demeanor had suddenly changed and she found it to be disturbing.

She had definitely blocked his talent so he should have no cards up his sleeves.

So why did he have that expression of boldness and air of confidence around him.

Northern chuckled, his chuckle mocked her courage, like it was cocky.

Then he said:

"You can't defeat me. It's certain, even if you block out my talent abilities, the only thing that is inevitable is your own defeat."

He breathed and added,

"Although the thought of beating the shit out of you does not give me as much joy as you, I will make sure I relish the experience however best I can."

He extended his dual-bladed staff to one side and muttered:

"Black flames…"

WHOOOSH

A black torrent of flames suddenly enveloped both blades on each end of the staff.

Northern swirled the staff, making it look like he was wielding a spinning fire.

The lady… had a puzzled expression on her face and mumbled, biting her lips.

"How?"