I Became A Zompirewolf Chapter 532 Something Sinister (2)

Chapter 532 Something Sinister (2)

Vimur watched warily as s.h.i.+an miraculously got up on his own. It shouldn't have been possible from the level of beating he had taken. But what surprised him even more, was s.h.i.+an threw away his bow and brought his fists up to his face.

s.h.i.+an stared at him like a man possessed. Bloodl.u.s.t dripped from his eyes... the s.h.i.+an in front wasn't anything like the one Vimur had put down mere moments ago.

"Guess I was right after all," Vimur scoffed, "I don't know what going on, but even a dumba.s.s like me knows you're not the same as before."

Vimur got tensed and ready for the fight that was about to come. He knew that s.h.i.+an wasn't a skilled martial artist, but he had never seen him fight like one before, and as such, he was unsure of what to expect.

The two men circled each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, s.h.i.+an struck first, his fist las.h.i.+ng out with lightning speed.

"What the h.e.l.l?" Laihud mumbled under his breath while the rest cheered for s.h.i.+an.

Vimur barely managed to dodge the blow, but before he could counterattack, s.h.i.+an was on him again, moving with a fluid grace that seemed almost supernatural. Despite his years of training, Vimur needed help to achieve the level of skill s.h.i.+an displayed.

Vimur fought back as best he could but soon realised he was hopelessly outmatched. s.h.i.+an's movements were too quick and precise, and his blows were too powerful to withstand.

Vimur was struggling hard as Laihud watched on from the sidelines. However, it didn't take a genius to figure out something was amiss. That said, Laihud couldn't sit idle.

"Vimur, keep him busy!"

"Doesn't look like I have any other choice, Lai!" Vimur yelled back before covering his face with his forearms to block the strike.

Despite his best efforts, Vimur found himself slowly being pushed back, step by step, as s.h.i.+an continued to dominate the fight. He was forced to retreat, dodging and weaving as s.h.i.+an's fists and feet came at him from all angles.

As the fight wore on, Vimur began to feel a sense of unease. There was something different about s.h.i.+an, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. His movements were becoming more erratic, and his eyes began glowing with an eerie light. But nothing seemed weirder than his crooked smile.

It was then that Vimur realised that s.h.i.+an had been possessed by some dark force, something that was using him as a vessel for its own twisted purposes.

Despite this, s.h.i.+an continued to attack relentlessly, his possessed form becoming more powerful and devastating with each pa.s.sing moment.

Vimur struggled to keep up, trying desperately to defend himself against the flurry of blows that s.h.i.+an unleashed upon him. But it was all for nought. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, s.h.i.+an delivered one final, crus.h.i.+ng blow that sent Vimur cras.h.i.+ng to the ground, defeated and broken.

By now, even the spectators realised the fight had turned into a battle for life, with Vimur trying his best not to die. But alas, they could do nothing due to the s.h.i.+eld separating the spectators from the fighters.

"f.u.c.k, someone get the lieutenants!" Someone yelled.

"I'll go try to get the barrier down." Yet someone else chimed in.

The arena broke into havoc with the mercenaries trying their best to get the situation under control.

As he lay there, battered and bruised, Vimur realised that he had never faced an opponent like s.h.i.+an before. He knew he'd been lucky to escape with his life and wondered what would become of s.h.i.+an now that he was under the control of something so dark and sinister.

'f.u.c.k, I'm on the verge of dying, and I'm wondering about my murderer's well-being? What the h.e.l.l is wrong with me?'

s.h.i.+an's second personality had taken complete control over their body, and it was clear that he would not give up without a fight, even if his opponent was already down. Vimur lay on the ground, battered and bruised, as the possessed s.h.i.+an approached him again.

The second personality was different from s.h.i.+an's usual demeanour; he was ruthless and merciless. It seemed to relish in the pain he was causing Vimur, striking him with powerful blows that sent him reeling.

Vimur could feel himself losing consciousness, the world around him growing dim and fuzzy. He knew he was no match for this otherworldly force and was about to meet his end.

"Kekeke, go to sleep!"

But just as the second personality was about to deliver the final, crus.h.i.+ng blow, a figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Ashton, and behind him was Laihud, who had rushed to call him for help.

Ashton had seen the possessed s.h.i.+an manhandle Vimur and knew that he had to act fast to stop the madness before it was too late. He charged forward, moving with a speed and precision that outmatched s.h.i.+an's own.

Thanks to his training with Mazton, Ashton's moves were on a whole different level. For the first time, s.h.i.+an dropped his smile with a look of a grimace.

"You have nothing to do with us! Leave and let me enjoy my prey!" s.h.i.+an snarled, but his voice was nothing like his usual self.

"Your prey?" Ashton scoffed, "I think you're mistaken, f.u.c.ker. That's my ally, and you're the prey."

The two clashed in a flurry of blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. But Ashton was different from Vimur. He had the experience that only a few achieved, and he knew how to read his opponent's movements.

The skill didn't make Ashton invincible, as many predictions were involved, which wasn't always on point. However, the talent was more than enough against an opponent like s.h.i.+an.

s.h.i.+an had been fighting for a long time, and slowly his movements got sloppier. Capitalising on it, Ashton landed a powerful punch that sent s.h.i.+an's second personality reeling.

The punch was like a trigger. As if a switch had been flipped, and s.h.i.+an was back in control of his body once more.

He stumbled back, looking around in confusion as if trying to figure out what had just happened. Vimur lay on the ground, gasping for breath, as Ashton approached.

"You okay?" Ashton asked, extending a hand to help Vimur up.

Vimur nodded, still dazed from the beating he had taken. He looked over at s.h.i.+an, who was now standing there, looking sh.e.l.l-shocked and bewildered.

"What happened?" s.h.i.+an asked, his voice trembling.

Ashton sighed, wanting to punch s.h.i.+an some more.

[That kid's back to being himself.]

'Tsk, such a shame.'

[Ashton...]

'Yeah, yeah, I'm not doing anything.'

s.h.i.+an noticed everyone's hostile gaze. Vimur groaned in pain; it was then he saw Vimur's pathetic state.

"How-"

"You have a split personality disorder," Ashton said. "And your other personality just tried to kill Vimur. But don't worry, you're not in trouble, and I'll get you the help you need... hopefully."

s.h.i.+an looked down, his face twisted in pain and confusion.

"I don't understand," he said softly, staring at his bloodied fists, "Something like this has never happened before!"

Ashton looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and concern, unlike before.

"It's okay," he said. "We'll get through this together. Alright?"