Man on the ark, forced to become king

Centered on him, the walls, the ground, and the dust, along with a large amount of iron, detached from the main body under the influence of Originium Arts and gathered together to form several diamond-shaped blades in mid-air. A black sword resembling a fist blade extended from the arm armor, gleaming with a cold light.

"Die!"

Jeston swore he had never worked this hard, not even when on a mission!

This day, which he had dreamed of countless times, was about to become a reality!

Those who once despised him will become his defeated opponents; just thinking about it makes his heart surge with excitement!

As for the consequences of killing Saria here, he couldn't be bothered to think about it.

Now is the time to take revenge!

"Ahhhh!"

A beastly roar erupted from his throat, and the black iron blade fell along with his arm blade.

click-

With a crisp sound, the blade collided with the calcified enamel, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

Saria raised her arm, and a grayish-white substance emerged from her fingertips, rising upwards to envelop her palm and sleeve.

Then, she reached out her enamel-covered palm, through the protective layer, and grasped the tip of one of the blades.

To Jeston's incredulous, stunned gaze, the weapon constructed with Originium Arts was effortlessly snapped in two by that hand, as casually as if a match had been broken.

Click~ Click~ Click~ Click~

One after another, the floating blades were easily plucked from mid-air and snapped in half, while Saria's expression remained unchanged.

The next instant, his palm turned into a fist, and he punched Jeston's arm armor, shattering the arm blades along with the armor.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Jeston hurriedly retreated, his eyes filled with shock. Dark iron spread across his body, forming a defense that was very similar to calcification. The trapped beast within it let out a desperate roar.

"You have defenses, and so do I! I don't believe you!"

Boom! Snap!

His response was Saria's expressionless face and her incredibly heavy fist.

Before that enamel-covered fist, the black iron defense was as fragile as paper, shattering in less than a few seconds.

"puff!"

Before Jeston could say anything more, the weapon that had shattered the black iron defense landed on his sternum. A sharp pain shot through his heart, and with the sound of bones cracking, he was sent flying by the punch, crashing into the alley wall and landing slumped to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, limp like a rag doll.

"I've given you the answer you wanted. Are you satisfied now?"

Although it was a question, Saria herself did not intend for Jeston to answer.

The greyish-white enamel quietly dissipated, and Saria crossed her arms, her eyes cold, as if to say: 'Was that fun?'

Chapter 154 Father and Son, Enemies

Sometimes, the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs.

At least a dog has the chance to kill someone, but Jeston... his attack was nothing more than a scratch to Saria.

Reality isn't a game; there's no such thing as me hitting you and your health bar dropping a section.

Enamel's defensive capabilities are terrifying. If its destructive power is insufficient to shatter the calcified barrier, then no matter how many times you attack it, it will be in vain. It's like a person trying to attack a cement wall with their fist; even if they break their arm, they still can't shake the solid wall.

That's pretty much the situation between Jeston and Saria.

Saria is a solid concrete wall, and Jeston is the one who is trying to break it down. Even though he pushed his Originium Arts to the limit, he still looks ridiculous in front of that thin barrier.

Furthermore, his ability to use his own moves is based on the fact that this wall is willing to stand there and let him hit it. As soon as Saria starts to make a move, all his abilities and experience will be shattered.

That's exactly what happened.

Whether it's the development of Originium Arts or pure physical abilities and combat experience, the two are simply not on the same level. If Saria wanted to, she could kill Jeston on the spot with just a little more force.

He had already pushed his Originium Arts to the limit, but with Saria, she didn't even have to exert any force. If she were to go all out, she could completely extract the calcium from Jeston's body in an instant, rendering him unable to move. With the slightest force, he would break his own bones.

However, that method of application was too cruel, and Saria had almost never used it before, so of course she wouldn't use it here. She only used it a little bit to completely quiet Jeston down, and then contacted Muirsey to help clear the surveillance cameras in this area, while also arranging a route to bring him back to Christensen's villa.

This is exactly what that woman excels at; she always has a way, and even if she leaves Rhine Lab, she can still find a reliable channel.

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"Didn't you go a little too far?"

Seeing Jeston being thrown to the floor like a dead dog, Lin Lu's lips twitched; she couldn't bear to look at him.

Goodness, this guy... got beaten up pretty badly.

Not to mention the blood all over his head and face, it still hasn't dried.

The chest area was completely caved in, it must be shattered... There must have been a broken rib, right?

And that arm, the angle doesn't look quite right either.

Well, to put it simply, even a Super Terran would be doing well to still be able to breathe after such an injury. How heavy a blow did Saria inflict?

Isn't the idea to talk to people gently and trick them into coming over?

You didn't explain the principles, so you talked about physics instead?

Shaking her head, Lin Lu looked at Saria. She was dressed very well today, with a trench coat, sweater, jeans, and a small crossbody bag. She looked like a sophisticated urban woman working in a big company. Was that what she was wearing when she fought?

It feels quite incongruous to think about.

"I never intended to make a move."

Saria sighed, feeling exhausted, and explained, "I intended to have a proper talk with him from the beginning. Negotiation isn't my strong suit, but I can still manage it."

"I didn't expect him to be unwilling to communicate normally at all, and only thinking about taking revenge on me. He was too extreme. Fortunately, I rejected his job application in the first place."

"So you're saying he attacked you first?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lu's gaze towards Jeston immediately changed.

Ace assassin? Is he an idiot?

Can't he even do the most basic thing like assessing the strength of friend and foe?

Or did Saria defeat him with just one move?

That's so bad...

"How many moves did you use to beat him up like this?"

"I know I know!"

Muirsey suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a laptop and raising her hand to speak like a student, looking very enthusiastic.

"I saw it all on the surveillance footage. Because the surveillance camera that could see that area was quite far away, they even did a high-definition restoration!"

"This guy named Jeston threw a bunch of big metal pieces at Saria, smashing and slashing, but he didn't even touch her clothes."

"Then Saria went over and broke the pile of metal pieces he had pulled out, just like breaking matchsticks, and then... let me think."

The elven girl's fingers slid back and forth on the touchpad, as if confirming something, and she nodded emphatically.

“That’s right, Saria broke his arm armor with one punch, shattered the iron armor protecting his body with another, and sent him flying with yet another. It took 6.5 seconds, a total of three punches!”

"..."

Saria glared fiercely at Muirsays, leaving Lin Lu speechless.

Good guy, really good guy.

So he was knocked down with just three punches?

Is the standard for Beach Umbrella Pharmaceutical's top assassin really that low?

It's a big company that's on par with Rhine Lab. Even if their so-called ace assassin is 100% inferior to Saria, they shouldn't be this bad, right?

I don't expect you to be that strong, but if you can't even break through my defenses, then all you've done is scratch the surface. That's a bit ridiculous.

Someone with this level of skill wants to become an assassin? Are you kidding me?

"Ahem, okay, that's not important. Anyway, we're not really trying to find someone to kill."

Lin Lu glanced at the unconscious assassin, coughed lightly, and thought that if she were to do anything in Colombia in the future, it would be best to use her own people and try not to hire local mercenaries. This level of skill really needs improvement.

No wonder the Colombian government went crazy with their super soldier and super infected programs; they had no other choice.

With all this stuff at home, how could I not be worried?

Regardless of whether this is true or not, he currently has a rather low opinion of the Columbia Underworld's business practices.

"Hey, wake up! Don't sleep! How can you sleep at your age!"

Seeing that this guy shows no sign of waking up... it's possible he won't wake up at all if things continue like this.

Lin Lu immediately slapped on with a 'Restore' prayer, followed by a big punch.

He wasn't so polite when dealing with guys who were weak and had mental issues.

"Wow……"

Suddenly slapped hard, Jeston woke up with a start, spitting out a mouthful of pent-up blood. He immediately saw Saria standing not far away, his eyes wide like copper bells, and he instantly stood up to activate his Originium Arts.