Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 941

Less than five minutes had passed since the battle began, yet nearly all four of them were already wounded.

Jenkins lashed out with a powerful kick, but the clown's foot shot out even faster, striking him squarely on the knee. He lost his balance and started to fall, but before the clown could land another blow, he dropped to his hands and lunged forward with feline agility.

Jenkins’s head slammed into the clown’s abdomen, but it felt like ramming into solid steel. The clown stumbled back a step from the impact, yet still managed to bring its elbow down in a sharp blow, slamming Jenkins to the pavement.

It raised its foot to kick at Jenkins's head, but he caught the back of its leg. In that brief moment of hesitation, two vines shot out from the void, and the cackling laughter came to an abrupt halt.

It was the first sound the red-haired clown had made since its appearance, other than its laughter.

The sound of shattering glass rang in Jenkins's ears. A handful of broken shards tumbled from his hands, vanishing the moment they touched the ground. With the clown gone, the vines lost their target and retreated resentfully into the rift between spaces, seemingly displeased with their quarry. The red-haired clown wasn't dead; it had vanished the instant the vines pierced its body. But it was definitely injured, or the illusory green coin wouldn't have materialized before Jenkins.

Seeing the clown temporarily retreat, the fog that had been scattered by the fight surged back in. The huntress and Miss Capet came over to check on Jenkins's condition. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI~Fire.net

"Mr. Williamette, I didn't realize you were so skilled at close-quarters combat."

"I had a good teacher... and I'm positive that clown has the ability to be 'just slightly stronger than its opponent.' Aside from my combat instructor, I've never seen anyone fight with a style like that."

A green light emanated from his palm. After pressing it to his abdomen, the bruises on his arm and back healed instantly. Miss Capet blinked. She never knew a healing ability could have such a dramatic effect.

"No wonder the original clown in the shop is dead. This thing is certainly difficult to deal with."

the huntress remarked. The three of them went to check on Miss Knight, but she remained unconscious.

"I just don't understand what it meant by a 'numbered mirror surface.'"

"I suspect the mirror world isn't a single plane,"

Jenkins replied. This wasn't a conclusion drawn from mere speculation; the answer had come to him naturally as he considered the problem. His very life essence was evolving, and even without divinity, he was slowly becoming capable of feats that bordered on the miraculous.

"Then we just need to find this 'mirror surface number 14' to find the exit. The red-haired clown's final words said the entrance the Church discovered leads to it."

Miss Capet agreed with Jenkins's conclusion.

"In theory, yes. But our most pressing problem right now is how to deal with that red-haired clown."

According to the information they'd gathered in the flower shop, the living clown was the mirror-world reflection of the dead red-haired clown. Its current bizarre state and strength were linked to the strange, malevolent entities within the mirror world, and to the fact that it had killed its original self.

It seemed they were now caught in its trap. To leave this place and continue their exploration, they had to kill this grotesque creature.

The night remained deep, and a thin mist shrouded the street. Jenkins, the huntress, and Miss Capet stood back-to-back, each scanning a different direction to guard against a surprise attack.

Miss Knight lay protected in the center of their formation. For now, at least, they hadn't reached the point of having to abandon a comrade to save themselves.

In truth, Jenkins was more concerned about his cat. It was perched on a distant wall, far from the group. If the clown went berserk and decided to target the cat first, Jenkins wouldn't be able to react in time to save it. Yet, the stubborn animal refused to jump down and rest obediently on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Jenkins felt something brush past his feet. A moment later, Miss Capet cried out and fell. He instantly reached for her arm to steady her, only to discover she wasn't falling—a hand was dragging her down into the earth.

By the time Jenkins and the huntress grabbed hold of her, Miss Capet's feet had already been swallowed by the ground. The hand’s strength was perfectly calibrated to be just slightly greater than their combined pull, making it impossible to halt her descent.

The huntress suddenly lifted her foot and stomped down hard. With a sharp crack of her boot against the pavement, a figure shot out from the ground with a muffled thump.

Without a second thought, Jenkins pivoted on his left leg, spinning a full 180 degrees to deliver a clean, powerful roundhouse kick. His movement was a blur of speed, and the blow landed with brutal precision on the clown's head.

The red-haired clown’s body flew backward from the impact. It landed with a thud, the red wig tumbling aside to reveal a bald head. Yet it scrambled back to its feet as if completely unharmed, cackling at the three of them before retreating back into the fog.

"Is it really immortal?"

Miss Capet wondered aloud, her expression grim.

"I don't know. But since its level-seven original body is dead, our enemy should be just below the level of a demigod. That makes this... complicated."

the huntress added. She and Jenkins then worked together, finally managing to pull Miss Capet free from the ground. It wasn't easy; the earth clung stubbornly to her feet. Fortunately, her shoes were loose enough that by sacrificing them, the blonde woman could finally get loose, though she was now left standing barefoot on the cold ground.

"Do any of you have a way to deal with something immortal? We can't keep this up."

Jenkins asked, his eyes nervously scanning the surroundings, wary of the madman launching another sudden attack.

"There's no such thing as true immortality in this world. It has to have a weakness."

Miss Capet declared with absolute certainty, her expression stern. That look struck Jenkins as strangely familiar; her severe demeanor reminded him of someone he knew.

"Could Miss Capet be related to someone I know?"

A sound from the other side of the street snapped Jenkins from his reverie. He whipped his head around just in time to see a lamppost hurtling toward them like a javelin.

It came from the direction the huntress was facing. Muttering an incantation, she thrust out a hand, and a flash of black light split the lamppost clean in two. But the halves didn't stop; they kept coming, transforming in the blink of an eye into a thousand strands of iron wire that ensnared the huntress, binding her tightly.

Jenkins reached out a hand wreathed in flames to save her, but suddenly heard a scream beside him. He whipped his head around to see Miss Capet spit a mouthful of black blood. Before she even had time to explain what had happened, she collapsed again.