Chapter 157: Unease
Is Matthew afraid of being hunted down?
Of course he's afraid!
Before fully growing, potential alone cannot be converted into immediate combat strength.
Facing the relentless pursuit of the Pale Church, Matthew couldn't guarantee he'd survive unscathed.
This evil church, which has been hunted and targeted by many kingdoms and organizations for thousands of years, still exists to this day.
That alone speaks to its secrecy and strength!
What's more, Matthew had personally fought against a high-ranking priest of the Pale Church and knew they possessed legendary-level combat power.
So it's only natural to be cautious!
However, the Smart before him was just an ordinary occultist.
He wasn't worth the Pale Church spending a great deal to cast a high-level "Seeker" curse on him.
The data-driven examination both inside and out confirmed this point.
Yet Matthew didn't bother refuting it; he simply drew his slender sword and swiftly swung it down.
"Ah...!"
Smart, the occultist, had his hands chopped off, and the intense pain and fear made him scream even louder.
Casually flicking the blood off his sword, Matthew signaled Yaya to release her grip.
He grabbed Smart's head and pressed it into the soft, muddy pit.
"Ugh..."
"Gurgle..."
"No...don't..."
"..."
The unspeakable stench from the foul water crawled into Smart's nose and mouth.
Smart, who had joined the Pale Church seeking a longer life and greater pleasures, was certainly not someone with strong willpower.
He was quickly reduced to a sniveling mess, begging and struggling, nearly vomiting from the ordeal.
Matthew's actions were unusually brutal.
Even Yaya was quite curious, having never seen Matthew this furious before.
Felicity silently watched the scene unfold before her.
She didn't know what Matthew's purpose was, but she vaguely felt like something within her had been switched on.
The occultist Smart, who had just been so high and mighty, wielding the power of life and death,
Was now groveling like a dog, pleading for mercy, which made her feel an eerie sense of disbelief.
But this was reality!
Cold, harsh reality!
At the same time, deep within Felicity's heart, a stronger desire for power awakened.
If she had the strength Matthew had, her family wouldn't be in crisis, and her captain and teammates would still be alive...
She resolved to get stronger!
After fully absorbing all the information about Mobile Casting and the other three specializations, Matthew tossed the tearful Smart aside and finally asked:
"What's your purpose for coming here? Think carefully before answering."
Spitting out the foul mud from his mouth, Smart coughed heavily, not daring to look at Matthew's cold eyes, lowering his head and howling:
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