My Cell Prison - Chapter 1596: 1594: Powerful

Chapter 1596: Chapter 1594: Powerful

When the enemy was about to approach.

Pope still glanced at Han Dong, who was nailed to the wall, seemingly seeing through something, and immediately thought rapidly… he only looked back after a moment.

“Nicholas…”

He whispered Han Dong’s name quietly in his mouth.

As Miss Forbidden Speech approached.

Pope, who was initially standing still, suddenly ‘blinked’ forward three meters… like a teleportation skill in a game, with no interval or process.

The close distance of three meters left Pope and Miss Forbidden Speech only an arm’s length apart.

Faced with this sudden proximity, even Miss Forbidden Speech hadn’t anticipated it.

Before any action could be taken.

Pope had already placed a finger on Miss Forbidden Speech’s forehead.

[Guide]

The point where the finger touched the forehead burst into stellar light.

Then it transformed into a miniature black hole, directly engulfing both of them, disappearing into the Stomach Palace.

‘Pope, this guy!’

Han Dong, who was planning to watch the drama unfold, suddenly had nothing to see.

As the referee, Mr. M immediately created a space channel with white liquid, heading towards the special space created by Pope to continue supervising the competition.

At the same time, he distributed a mass of white liquid to the Greek team and the Onmyoji Team, which could be used to watch the competition within the special space, allowing them to decide to forfeit anytime.

Seconds ticked by.

Nailed to the wall, Han Dong, failing to watch the spectacle, could only focus on “Death Perception,” striving to restore the death characteristic of his left arm sooner.

Additionally, the expressions of the two teams, able to see the internal scene, became increasingly grim as time passed.

The “strength” displayed by Pope exceeded their understanding.

Around ten minutes passed.

A small starry dot appeared in the competition area, slowly expanding in a circular shape.

When large enough, an old body flew out heavily first.

It was Feynman of the Greek team,

He, who should have been fused within Miss Forbidden Speech, flew out alone… wrapped in a layer of star glow, crashing heavily onto the wall beside the field.

Immediately after, Pope emerged from the space’s exit, carrying the immobilized Miss Forbidden Speech.

However.

Pope’s dangling right arm was emitting black smoke, seemingly deeply eroded by death.

At this moment, Pope turned sideways, loudly saying:

“Nicholas, didn’t you say I handle the ‘spirit word’ and you handle ‘death’?”

As soon as the words fell.

Han Dong, who was nailed to the wall with over 50% of the flesh detached, even some people had already reckoned him dead, suddenly opened his eyes!

Phew!

A deep breath directly pulled the iron nails inserted into the body entirely inside, becoming part of the body… or rather continuing to squeeze out the contained essence of death.

Arms spread.

Bang!

The arms binding the whole body were forcibly broken free.

The half-skeletal, half-human Han Dong showed no signs of inconvenience in movement, rushing at top speed towards [Feynman] who had been catapulted to the side of the field.

Feynman, though unable to comprehend why Han Dong was still alive,

Instinctively expanded his domain.

Compressing the domain to a two-meter range, forming a liquid-like death space that strongly erodes any trespassers.

Trying to prevent Han Dong from approaching, buying himself recovery time.

Who knew…

A whisper directly reached the mind.

“I’m coming in, Feynman!”

With that said, a bandaged left arm easily extended into the domain, completely unaffected, even absorbing the death energy contained within the domain in reverse.

“You!”

When Feynman realized Han Dong was also a fellow death perception practitioner, it was already too late.

Suddenly.

A white beam of light enveloped Feynman.

Simultaneously, a beam also enveloped Miss Forbidden Speech.

Mr. M loudly announced: “Feynman and Miss Forbidden Speech have both forfeited! Please let the remaining two competitors decide the final winner.”

Han Dong watched Feynman slowly drift back to the viewing platform and sighed.

‘Ah~ What a pity… if only I could absorb more essence of death, maybe my death perception could deepen further.

But now, this is enough.

Speaking of which, Pope, this guy can forcibly split the state of two fused individuals, must have used some special means… it’s far too exaggerated.’

Thinking this, Han Dong foolishly glanced at Pope.

“I just spent quite some time analyzing death~ Sorry about that, Pope.

I thought dealing with two fully fused individuals would be difficult, never imagined you’d rip them apart directly… Is it the power of the [Demon Book]?”

Facing Han Dong’s question, Pope remained silent.

Once the unrelated participants were eliminated from the competition, their temporary cooperation ceased to exist.

“Come on, Nicholas.”

Yet, Han Dong showed no intention of starting the fight directly, just leaning against the side wall, honing the chainsaw in his hand.

“It’s better to wait a bit, right?

Your right arm has probably been damaged to the core, even moving is difficult… the last fight was virtually all your personal effort, I can’t take advantage of that.”

Seeing this, Pope immediately drank a “Healing Potion (Limb Repair Type)”

Then removed the parts of the arm invaded by death, waiting for the slow growth of new flesh.

Viewing platform.

Miss Forbidden Speech was still in a shocked state with a blank mind.

Feynman recalled the experience of being dragged into the Different Space, a slightly fearful voice squeezed out from between his teeth:

“What kind of monster is this! Is it really on the same level as us?”

…

Another five minutes passed.

Th𝗂𝙨 𝙘h𝗮p𝑡℮r 𝗂ṡ p0𝖘𝘵ℯⅆ b𝖞 𝙆𝗶𝓉ᥱ𝕟𝖔ⱴ𝖾𝑙

Pope, feeling the arm regaining neural sensitivity, with veins flowing starry light through a neat and soft arm, perfectly regenerated:

“It’s ready, come on.”

As soon as the words fell.

Han Dong was already up close, the blood-filled chainsaw swung down swiftly.

Ding!

A finger blocked above his head.

Pope easily blocked the chainsaw with just the newly regenerated right index finger, even ignoring the fast-spinning teeth.

The touchpoint between the finger and the chainsaw seemed to be separated by a layer of star glow, ensuring Pope received no injuries.

This little star glow quickly spread, enveloping the chainsaw, as well as Han Dong wielding the chainsaw… his entire body coated in a layer of starry glow.

“Hmm?”

Just as Han Dong thought to savor this peculiar energy.

Pope made a squeezing fist motion.

Instantly.

An irresistible spatial squeezing sensation acted on Han Dong’s body through the enveloping star glow…

Crackling~ bones and flesh shattered.

In a flash, Han Dong was squashed into a ball of flesh, with the structure of the chainsaw completely embedded within.

Pope then made a wide sweeping arm motion,

A mighty spatial push force immediately acted on the flesh ball, smashing heavily toward the edge of the field… Boom! The power rivaled Hop’s full-force throw in the previous match.

The flesh ball was thoroughly embedded into the wall… streams of blood continuously flowed out.

“How can this be fought?”

This scene scared many people into standing up directly.

“Nicholas! At least lose with some style!” Even Eugenes stood up, sweating for Nicholas, unwilling for his bitter rival to be defeated in this manner.

Waiting less than three seconds.

A slightly mad voice rang out:

“Indeed, common methods cannot hurt you.

[Space] for Pope is not just a movement and survival ability but a terrifying execution tool.

Let’s fight seriously~ I hope we can both live in the end.”

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