89: Chapter 89 Ciel's Regeneration Secret Technique

Ronan seemed to hear a wail coming from the soul.

He discovered that once an Non-Attribute Flying Arrow hit this frozen blood-ice, the blood-ice would lose its ability to revert back into blood.

As expected, the Blood Duke's regeneration only applied to the physical body; it offered no help against spiritual attacks.

Only then did he understand why Director Dick dared to leave the Blood Duke alone and turn to attack him instead.

Director Dick's career path seemed to be in the spiritual direction, perhaps the Mentalist he had mentioned.

He had never taken the Blood Duke seriously at all.

The Blood Duke blindly pursued physical regeneration without any comprehensive defensive measures; his defense in the Spiritual Domain was practically non-existent.

To Director Dick, who excelled in spiritual attacks, he posed no threat whatsoever.

No wonder Director Dick dared to mess with his wife—

This was more than just not taking the Blood Duke seriously; he was completely undeterred and unafraid of retaliation.

With the cooperation of the two types of flying arrows, the Blood Duke's regeneration method had been neutralized.

As more and more blood lost its vitality, only a few areas of blood that had luckily escaped freezing still remained active.

Ronan drew his bow with both hands, continuously firing dual-attribute flying arrows at the active blood everywhere.

First, an ice-attribute flying arrow would freeze the blood, followed immediately by an Non-Attribute Flying Arrow to launch a direct spiritual attack.

This process was complete and as precise as a sophisticated instrument.

The active blood became scarcer and scarcer, until finally, only one last puddle remained.

This puddle of blood huddled in the corner as if conscious, no longer fleeing, and faced Ronan directly.

Seeing this, Ronan understood that this must be the Blood Duke's final struggle.

A red Phantasm emerged from the blood, its appearance almost identical to the Blood Duke.

Ronan did not approach rashly, staying at a distance to see what he was up to.

The red Phantasm of the Blood Duke did not attack or curse; it simply stared at Ronan as if trying to etch him deep into its soul.

Finally, it gave a carefree smile and said, "I was careless. I never thought you'd have such ability. I accept my defeat."

Closing its eyes, the entire Phantasm suddenly emitted a blinding red light and exploded with a bang.

The final puddle of blood huddled in the corner also sprayed outward.

The entire passage instantly fell silent; there was no more eerily squirming blood or regenerating blood-colored figures.

However, Ronan stood there expressionless, not moving an inch.

After a moment, he waved his hand, and Double Casting appeared again, with two rows of Elemental Flying Arrows of different attributes appearing in his hands.

Using the lock-on of the Spiritual Domain, he marked the blood that had just splattered from the explosion.

Then, he began to combine the dual-attribute flying arrows to deal with the marked blood one by one.

First, he used an ice-attribute flying arrow to freeze it, then followed up with an Non-Attribute Flying Arrow to finish it off.

After that last puddle of blood exploded, the spray covered a large area, and the marks were scattered everywhere, requiring a bit more time.

He eliminated the marked blood bit by bit, not overlooking any possible oversight.

He did this not because he was naturally cautious and suspicious.

But because just now, when he activated the Soul Devouring function of the mask of truth again, there was still no reaction.

This was the second time Ronan had activated the Soul Devouring function.

However, both activations had failed.

The target of the Soul Devouring was the same person, and the result was exactly the same.

From this, he deduced that the Blood Duke was not yet dead.

The previous explosion of the red Phantasm was only to lower his guard and scatter the last puddle of blood, leaving a chance for regeneration.

As expected.

Ronan continued to clear the remaining marked blood.

When he cleared down to a Concealment crevice, a red figure finally emerged again.

At this point, whether the red figure appeared or not no longer mattered; the result would be the same regardless.

"You damned brat, how dare you do this to me!"

"I curse you to die a horrible death!"

"I curse you—"

Ignoring the Blood Duke's final curses, Ronan waved his hand, and two flying arrows, one after the other, shot toward the marked blood beneath the Phantasm.

The freezing took effect instantly, with the spiritual attack following immediately.

The constantly cursing red Phantasm gradually faded away in an instant, completely vanishing into nothingness.

Immediately, the Soul Devouring effect of the mask of truth activated.

Ronan felt a tiny black hole appear between his eyebrows, which exerted a powerful spiritual suction toward the front.

In an instant, the Blood Duke's soul after death was easily absorbed into the blue area of the mask of truth.

Now, a faint speck of light had appeared within the blue area; this was the Blood Duke's soul.

Upon touching it with his consciousness, Ronan discovered many fragmented memory shards.

Most of them were related to the research of School of Life magic knowledge.

Ronan briefly sorted through them and found that the logic of most of the knowledge could not be coherently combined; it was disorganized and consisted mostly of useless memory shards.

He only briefly understood a few common viewpoints of School of Life mages:

In the field of life, simply stacking all life energy together does not necessarily produce a positive effect.

Life energy is not only differentiated but also varies in quality.

Contact between different types of life energy can even produce completely opposite effects.

This last point reminded Ronan of the reaction between the misty stone and the blood poison earlier, which had almost cost Arabella her life.

I can't use life energy recklessly in the future—

After his self-reflection, Ronan walked toward Arabella, who was still unconscious on the ground.

Her injuries were no longer serious; she seemed more like she was sleeping now.

Just then.

Footsteps echoed from the passage leading to the President's office.

Ronan felt a powerful Spiritual Power surging toward him like a tide.

This was the first time he had seen such powerful Spiritual Power in someone else.

With this kind of strength and coming from that direction, he had already guessed who the owner of this Spiritual Power was.

Ronan took a moment to check the Soul Seed he had placed at the President's door.

Through this little camera, he browsed the surveillance from the last ten minutes.

Sure enough, he saw the President suddenly pull open the door from inside and rush toward them.

The Soul Seed also took this opportunity to slip into the office.

It seemed the President had just returned, entering the office directly through the window.

Before long, the footsteps grew closer.

Ronan sat beside Arabella, gently wiping away some sweat for her, and then saw the President's approaching figure.

"President, you're finally here."

"What happened, Black Day?" The President looked around at the traces of battle and questioned, "I was only gone for a moment, and you've caused such a huge commotion?"

Ronan thought to himself, You weren't just gone for a moment; you've been missing for days.

So, Ronan told the President everything about Director Dick's illicit affair with a female subordinate and his instructions to her to secretly harm Arabella.

"President, Arabella and I were originally going to report the situation to you, but we unexpectedly ran into Instructor Blood Duke."

"And just then, Director Dick appeared from behind us."

"As soon as Instructor Blood Duke saw Director Dick, he immediately launched an angry attack, and the two of them were soon fighting. Look at the battle traces around us; they're all their doing."

Ronan shifted all the blame to the two dead men without batting an eye.

"Then where are the two of them?" the President asked.

Although he could sense the intensity of the battle, the scene was a bit chaotic now, and he couldn't tell who won or lost or what the outcome was at a glance.

"Instructor Blood Duke was initially attacked by Director Dick and turned into blood, but he kept reviving. However, Director Dick's attacks were particularly effective against him. In the end, they clashed one last time and, being evenly matched, both left."

Ronan couldn't tell the truth; he couldn't exactly say he had killed them both—

The President remained silent and walked over to Arabella's side.

After confirming she was fine, the President breathed a slow sigh of relief and said to Ronan, "Where is the evidence you said you were going to submit?"

Ronan immediately took out the rune stone he had taken from Lena and handed it to him.

The President looked at it and nodded, saying solemnly, "This rune stone indeed contains spiritual magic related to charm."

"It seems Dick is even more dishonest than I thought, daring to target Arabella—"

"This is my fault; I should have noticed sooner—"

The President murmured, looking down as if conducting a self-examination.

"Their battle was so intense; how are you unharmed?"

After a long while, the President suddenly asked, seemingly very curious about Ronan's strength.

"They only had eyes for each other and didn't care about us."

"My Magic Shield is my best skill—unfortunately, I activated it a bit late, otherwise Arabella would have been fine too."

As Ronan spoke, he casually cast his Magic Shield in front of the President.

Looking at the shield Ronan cast, the President praised, "This shield's defensive power is indeed very strong, even stronger than some Secret Art Instructors—"

"It seems you truly possess talents and advantages incomparable to others."

The President thought for a moment and said, "I haven't thanked you for saving Arabella yet—"

"How about this: I have a research experiment on hand that was shelved halfway through. If you can help me complete it, I will give you appropriate compensation. What do you think?"

Then he added, "Of course, during this time, through this research experiment, you will also accumulate a lot of extremely rare knowledge."

This old geezer is about to drop some loot—

Ronan was delighted but still asked cautiously, "President, what kind of experiment is it?"

"This experiment involves cross-disciplinary knowledge of the School of Life and the Necromancy School. You will need to learn about those areas beforehand—"

The President said with a smile, "I call it 'Shire's Secret Art of Regeneration'."

Hearing this, Ronan subconsciously frowned.

The name didn't sound like a very proper experiment.

And the name "Shire" seemed to be—

He asked bluntly, "President, this 'Shire'... could it be you?"

Having spent a lot of time with Arabella, Ronan often heard her call the President "President Shire."

"It's me," the President said, a glint flashing in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Then the subject of this experiment is—" Ronan asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry, the experimental subject is my own body."

"What you need to do is assist me in performing what I cannot complete on my own—"

The President explained with a smile, extending his withered arm, "Flesh Reconstruction."

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