Master of Lust-Chapter 78 The angry cuck-old

"I have done you a favour in fact," Rick couldn't resist but take his playful teasing a step further, his smile never fading. He said to the old man, "I had some fun with the girl. She's not a virgin anymore."

"Isn't that fantastic? Now you don't have to fight to the death over her, and poor her gets to stay alive too."

"It's a win-win for both of you."

"And speaking of win-win, now that I've sorted out the matter between you and the girl, and there's no bad blood, shall we discuss the payment?"

Rick continued, "You know... that three odd million you offered."

But the old man had lost track of Rick's words from the moment he opened his mouth. As Rick's words about fucking the girl and taking her virginity, finally registered in the old man's mind, he was initially left stunned and disoriented, struggling to grasp the if he really heard what he just heard, 'Are my ears playing game with me?'

But as understanding slowly sunk in, his bewilderment transformed into a raging fury, and a menacing, unmistakable intent to kill began to radiate from him.

In his relentless quest for spiritual advancement, the old man had faced a formidable hurdle on his path from the Mortal stage of Spiritual Attainment. He had once been a formidable "Higher Mortal," virtually unmatched wherever he went.

However, his insatiable greed got the best of him, and he soon found himself encircled by adversaries, forced to flee like a rat abandoning a sinking ship in a desperate bid to save his life.

He engaged in a brutal conflict, and perhaps owing to his past-life karma, the old man managed to preserve his life in the end. However, it came at a steep cost. He forfeited a substantial portion of his spiritual attainment and plummeted from being a Higher Mortal to a Mid Mortal.

Lucky for him, the spiritual technique he was into was kind of easy to access. It might freak out a few, but he only needed to deflower virgin girls to access the unique energy they held within their bodies, and progress higher.

The old man's obsession with the girl went way beyond basic physical attraction. It was all about a dark and twisted cultivation method he'd been dabbling in for years. This technique involved, well, taking the virginity of young women, especially those who were a bit more seasoned, as they had this rare energy source called the "Blossom's Pure Essence."

Now he was an insignificant insect in front of his enemies. Yet, fortune smiled upon him as he was rescued by Evelina's grandfather, who unwittingly provided him with a place to hide.

The old man understood that if he could persevere for a decade or two, he might have a chance to regain his former prowess and potentially transcend by breaking the limitations of the Mortal stage. However, he was well aware that this would be a slow process.

Lucky for him, the spiritual technique he was into was kind of easy to access. It might freak out a few, but he only needed to deflower virgin girls to access the unique energy they held within their bodies, and progress higher.

The old man's obsession with the girl went way beyond basic physical attraction. It was all about a dark and twisted cultivation method he'd been dabbling in for years. This technique involved, well, taking the virginity of young women, especially those who were a bit more seasoned, as they had this rare energy source called the "Blossom's Pure Essence."

This special energy, called the "Blossom's Pure Essence," had this weird and kind of spooky trait. It started building up in a girl from the day she was born, gathering momentum as she got older. It hit its peak around her thirties. And this rare and powerful energy was like the secret sauce in the old man's spiritual journey. On top of that, the girl was unique, she had something no ordinary girl could ever have. That made the old man even more obsessed with the girl.

This was like a golden ticket for the old man to cash in on all the hard work he'd put in over the last decade and a half. The girl was definitely hitting her prime for tapping into that Blossom's Pure Essence sooner or later. But this trip to Whispering Wetlands was the perfect timing to execute his plans.

Chances like this didn't come around every day. If he waited too long, the Essence she'd been borrowing would start to fade, going back to where it came from to recharge the cosmic batteries. It's kind of like a cosmic energy exchange program, all about keeping the universal balance.

But with Rick throwing a wrench in the works, the old man's infatuation with the girl had morphed into an all-consuming fury. He'd been dead set on being the one to snatch her innocence, snagging that potent Blossom's Pure Essence for his own use.

"I underestimated you, bastard. I should have ended that pathetic life your the moment you showed up," The old man's anger was so intense he could barely contain it. He blamed himself for not offing Rick when he had the chance. As he closed in on Rick, his obsession with power was all he could think of. You... You have robbed me of what was rightfully mine! That Blossom's Pure Essence she had inside her belonged to me," he continued, his voice filled with venom, "I swear, if I don't end you right now, I would rather die a powerless wretch. But even then I will take you with me to hell."

"Sorry... No plans for me for hell," Rick replied with a nonchalant shrug, still taking the old man lightly. And his pissed the old man even more.

The old man, consumed by his unquenchable rage and desperation to reclaim the Blossom's Pure Essence he believed was rightfully his, decided that words would no longer suffice. He was determined that if he can't have the girl's virginity, he would not let Rick live after taking his only chance from him.

With a surge of power, he threw caution to the wind and paid no heed to the lingering vestiges of the purple mist that had previously restrained him.

With uncanny speed and an eerie swiftness that seemed to defy the laws of nature, the old man launched himself toward Rick, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. His movements were like a bolt of lightning, and within the span of a single breath, he stood mere feet away from Rick.

Approaching Rick, the old man noticed the massive shield, the very one that had reduced Gruff to a pulp, securely embedded in the ground. Its imposing, thick wooden presence stood like a symbol of formidable power. The old man put aside his concerns about the shield; his focus was singular and devastating. His goal was clear, kill Rick.

His gnarled hand, twisted by age and filled with malevolence, shot forward with startling swiftness, its destination being Rick's head. His objective couldn't be clearer – to pulverize Rick's skull in a single deadly strike. A sinister grin curled the corners of the old man's lips, a reflection of the profound malice that consumed him.

As the old man summoned every ounce of his strength, his palm became a blinding streak, relentlessly homing in on Rick's head, brimming with malicious intent to obliterate it. The ominous smile etched on the old man's face widened as he drew nearer, his fingers practically itching to unleash a maelstrom of violence upon his intended victim.

"No parting wishes for you, bastard."

The old man's predatory advance was swift and unyielding. It should have been his initial approach, he mused, as his hand was just a couple of feet away from Rick's head. He reveled in the imminent victory that now seemed all but guaranteed. This was the conclusion he had craved from the very beginning.

In that brief, crucial moment, the dynamics completely shifted. Rick's attitude transformed from a playful carelessness to a well-thought-out state of alertness. The old man's impending, dangerous strike was just about to make contact, but it felt as if time had slowed down, giving Rick an eerie, almost supernatural agility to respond.

However, just as the old man's hand closed in on Rick's head, an unexpected change went down. A sly, cheeky grin appeared on Rick's face, completely opposite to the impending brawl. This abrupt flip in Rick's attitude sent a chill down the old man's spine. It felt like Rick had been messing with the old man the whole time, leading him into a trap with his phony bravado.

In that brief, crucial moment, the dynamics completely shifted. Rick's attitude transformed from a playful carelessness to a well-thought-out state of alertness. The old man's impending, dangerous strike was just about to make contact, but it felt as if time had slowed down, giving Rick an eerie, almost supernatural agility to respond.

With his hand just inches from Rick's face, the old man suddenly felt his hand connect with something solid, even though there appeared to be nothing tangible between him and the boy. His face contorted with confusion as he remained suspended in the air, with nothing visible between his hand and the boy's face. What was this sorcery again?

It was the invisible barrier of the shield that had been protecting Rick and Evelina all along. As the old man's hand met the invisible barrier of the shield, and he could feel the immense pressure building against his own strength. His malevolent smile wavered, and his eyes displayed a mixture of disbelief and fear. This was not how he had envisioned the outcome of their encounter. It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under him, and he found himself in a precarious situation he hadn't anticipated.

The shield was still planted firmly in the ground, but the old man could see it faintly glowing and shooting off streaks of lightning, all at the same time as it created the electrifying outline of a dome-shaped barrier around the boy and the girl. The shield, the very same that had been used to annihilate Gruff, had not been thrust into the ground but was wielded with precision and skill, serving as Rick's first line of defense. It was like a lightning fortress protecting them from the old man's wrath.

Rick, wearing his sly grin, stood his ground, appearing unruffled by the life-or-death standoff. The moments elongated, filled with mounting tension and expectation, as the two adversaries engaged in a fierce power struggle. Their destinies teetered on the precipice, and the forest ready to consume them in its depths.

Rick's grin broadened, almost taunting, as he locked eyes with the old man, showing no signs of concern about the imminent attack. In a voice laden with smug confidence, he finally spoke, "You foolish cuck-old man, did you genuinely think it would be this simple? Your henchmen are all gone, and yet you choose violence with me? How are you still alive with that tiny brain in your small penis?"

Rick, with a mocking grin that could cut through steel, casually extended his hand toward the old man. His finger, moving like a sly snake on the prowl, inched closer to the invisible barrier separating them. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle.

The old man, slapping his palm against the shield with a puzzled expression, witnessed tiny sparks popping off with each impact. What really left him scratching his head was Rick's audacity, as he ever so slowly closed the gap between their fingertips.

When Rick's finger finally made contact with the old man's palm, it appeared to be a harmless touch. However, the old man's expression quickly transformed into one of agony. An excruciating pain surged through his arm like a tidal wave, rendering him helpless and paralyzed.

Before the old man could even react or grasp the malevolent force that now coursed through his body, he was propelled away with the same unstoppable power that had sealed Gruff's fate. The old man became an unwilling projectile, hurtling through the air, and heading straight for the very same rock boulder that had claimed Gruff's life.

Impact followed swiftly. The old man collided with the massive stone, but the results were more disastrous this time around. The rock boulder, already weakened from the previous collision with Gruff, crumbled into a cloud of fragments and dust, and the old man went flying through. The trees served as a backdrop to the explosive display, with remnants of the boulder scattered in all directions.

"Are all these villains this dumb? It's basic common sense to dodge when your enemy is attacking you." Rick expressed his confusion and then turned to glance at Evelina, who was standing there, her mouth agape in horror.

"Ahh you... you're useless as well," Rick shook his head in disappointment.

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