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Chapter 722: What a Coincidence, I’m Also Procrastinating (2)

Chapter 722: Chapter 86: What a Coincidence, I’m Also Procrastinating_2

Therefore, Jason could deduce that the old butler in front of him was just a “real substitute.”

Or, more accurately, a doppelganger.

The other party must have mastered a secret technique similar to creating doppelgangers.

These doppelgangers were no different from the originals.

They had flesh and blood.

They could get injured and die.

...

This was not some baseless conjecture, but an inference with solid evidence.

Since “Edward” could perform such “rituals,” it was impossible for Findelter, as “The Planner,” not to possess the ability.

Only this could explain the true nature of the other party’s “death” at the time.

And with the existence of doppelgangers, it made sense for the other party to appear so “openly and upright.”

However, Jason didn’t care about these things.

What he cared about was “food.”

Therefore, before he could determine the exact location of the “food,” he wouldn’t “startle the snake in the grass”; he had to buy time.

"Heh.”

The old butler laughed.

His laughter was full of scorn; he thought Jason was just “hanging on.”

He had seen too many people like this before.

Naturally, he categorized Jason as one of these people.

And it was for this reason that he temporarily changed his mind.

"I want you alive!”

"I want you to see with your own eyes what kind of end your so-called ‘trust’ will meet!”

The old butler said maliciously.

"You want to keep me alive?”

"Aren’t you too arrogant?”

Jason said, while his sense of smell was urgently locking onto the exact position of the “food.”

"Do you really think that with the title ‘Ship Slayer’ you are truly strong?”

The old butler sneered.

"If not that, then what?”

"At least I have.”

"And you?”

"You don’t!”

Jason retorted.

Jason could easily see the anger rising again on the old butler’s face as he said these words.

This anger was different from the previous irritation.

The anger now was even more pure.

"I’ve changed my mind!”

"Keeping you completely intact is not a good idea!”

"I’m going to chop off your limbs, cut out your tongue, pickle you in a jar so you can see everything unfolding before you, hear their real voices, but be unable to rebut.”

As he spoke, the old butler made his move.

The “Dufol Language” cage that Jason had just torn apart twisted again at this moment, and the torn “gap” bitten towards Jason like a mouth.

Then—

Crack!

Amidst what seemed to be the twisting sound of metal, sparks appeared on Jason’s arm where it was being bitten.

The “Dufol Language” cage didn’t bite Jason!

Moreover, like a tooth had been broken, the “Dufol Language” cage twisted even more violently.

This scene flashed in the old butler’s eyes with shock.

He was well aware of his “strength.”

Not to mention flesh and blood, even a body of steel, his “strength” could twist it apart.

Although, during testing, facing a “War Machine” he was somewhat constrained, how could a person possess a “War Machine” level of defense?

Not believing the scene before him, the old butler once again manipulated the “Dufol Language” cage to attack Jason.

This attack was no different from the previous one.

Among the grating noise and the sparks flying, all that happened was some of Jason’s bandages were shredded apart, and he remained completely unscathed.

"Impossible!”

This time, the old butler cried out in shock.

Meanwhile, Jason moved his body slightly.

In past battles, he always faced beings far beyond his own strength, such that his body’s defense couldn’t be fully utilized, forcing him to rely on his “Talent” to find opportunities.

But now that he finally had the chance to demonstrate his body’s strength, Jason felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

However, this didn’t hinder Jason’s counterattack.

The “Chen Xi Sword,” already prepared for two strikes, chopped directly out.

Whoom!

The 30-meter-long Light Sword slashed through the air.

Findelter quickly retreated, at the same time, gathering those “Dufol Language” prison bars in front of him.

But against a [War Machine level] slash, such an attempt at blocking was futile.

The “Dufol Language” prison bars shattered directly.

And Findelter, who had easily dodged Jason’s slash before, now had no chance to fight back and was simply grazed by the Chen Xi Sword.

Splash!

The body was split in two.

Blood scattered as the halves flew apart.

"Why was that slash so much faster this time?”

"Did you do that on purpose just now?”

The battered body of Findelter fell to the ground, and though he was not dead—even as a doppelganger he still possessed a vigorous vitality.

But at this moment, Findelter was far from proud of his vigorous life force.

Pain swept over his nerves like a tide.

With each wave of agony, his eyes widened further.

The rage in Findelter’s eyes was palpable at that moment.

How could this strike be more than twice as fast as the previous one?

This had thrown his calculations completely off.

He was caught off guard and overtaken.

Jason did not deny it when asked.

The Chen Xi Sword he had swung earlier was indeed intentionally slowed.

Why?

Isn’t the result obvious now?

"Do you think you’ve won?”

"This time was my oversight!”

"It won’t happen again!”

"Believe me, we’ll meet again soon!”

After seeing Jason nod, Findelter bellowed loudly.

There was no doubt, The Planner would not accept defeat so easily.

At Findelter’s roar, Jason raised his hand and a conical flame burst forth.

Under the Charles Burning Technique’s fierce flames, Findelter’s voice quickly faded away, along with his presence, and when the fire died, Jason had also vanished.

…

Puh!

2 kilometers from the ‘Copper Indomitable’ camp, underground, Findelter spat out a mouthful of blood.

The stark redness permeated before his eyes.

Hu-chi, hu-chi.

Amidst his heavy breathing, Findelter staggered to his feet and approached a table nearby.

The table was made of black walnut, littered with various bottles and jars; Findelter grabbed one and guzzled its contents after uncorking it.

Doppelganger magic, though marvelous, carried significant constraints and backlash.

While a “doppelganger” could act, sharing vision with the original body and following its will, the original could not move during this time.

Furthermore, the death of a “doppelganger” dealt a serious blow to the original.

Fortunately, Findelter had managed to minimize such “serious injuries” through numerous experiments.

But that did not mean Findelter was in any good mood.

"Jason!”

Findelter ground out the name between clenched teeth.

Then, he turned and moved to another table.

Though his wounds were not yet healed, making it inadvisable for him to confront Jason in person, he already preferred to manipulate everything from behind the scenes.

However, the anger in his heart towards Jason compelled him to act.

Fortunately, as a person of the Mystical Side, Findelter was not short of such means.

For instance: Evil Curses!

The fangs of a viper, the hair of a siren, the roots of swamp grass…

One by one, Findelter placed items into the circle of the metal array before him.

The array was metal, circular on top, triangular below, and interconnected with a siren’s hair.

Within the circle, he placed the materials aside from the siren’s hair.

In the triangle, Findelter took up a dagger and slit his wrist.

Blood sprayed forth.

Hiss, hiss!

A hissing like that of a serpent sounded in his ears.

Hearing this, the corners of Findelter’s mouth curled upwards.

The Serpent’s Curse had been successful!

"Go, find that man!”

"Make him suffer the agony of a thousand serpents devouring his heart!”

Findelter screamed out loud.

The serpent hissing amplified behind him, continuing relentlessly.

A look of confusion flashed across Findelter’s face.

According to past experience, after a successful “Serpent’s Curse,” the hissing should fade quickly once it reached its first peak.

Why was it growing louder?

In his confusion and doubt, a possibility that Findelter did not want to entertain emerged in his mind.

Jason was right behind him!

Impossible!

How could this be?

As this speculation arose, Findelter’s first instinct was denial.

However, he involuntarily turned his head to look behind him.

And then, he saw an ice hockey mask.

A mask that should have been fully concealed in shadow, but was betrayed by the flash of cold light.

Cold light?

Findelter paused, stunned.

And then—

Darkness enveloped his vision