I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Kid Koll
Silence ensued between them. Neither said a word for the next few minutes; they just glared at each other.

Then the boy moved. He sprinted towards Northern, leaning forward with his hands behind his back.

As he entered Northern’s space, he dropped into a low stance and swiped a sweeping kick, hoping to make Northern fall, or at least stumble.

But Northern was gone.

The boy frowned and quickly sprang up, twisting his body mid-air to locate the white-haired boy.

When he spotted Northern, it was already too late—Northern’s fist was inches away from his face.

It connected with the force of a battering ram, sending him flying. His body rolled through the air like a ragdoll, slammed against the white wall, and slumped down lifelessly.

The boy quickly stood up, but Northern was faster. His kick smashed the boy’s face to the side, sending him tumbling on the floor.

“I told you, didn’t I? Things would be different.”

Before the boy could even blink, Northern appeared again and kicked him in the stomach, sending him into the air.

He grabbed the boy’s hair and tossed him to the other side. The boy flew helplessly and crashed into the prism.

Brrrzzzzt.

The crash caused the prism to shiver with electricity and repelled him immediately. The boy’s head slammed against the metallic chain, spinning mid-air before he fell to the ground.

Northern did not pity him. To any other person, he might have appeared to be bullying a ten-year-old.

But to him, he was stopping a disaster. He walked towards the boy.

Kid Koll slowly and painstakingly pushed himself to his knees.

He was drooling thick crimson spit, his forehead covered in gore, blurring his vision. He had several internal injuries, and one limb was broken.

Northern’s punches and kicks felt like metal boulders crushing into his body. Each time his fist connected, his entire frame electrified from the intense shock.

‘I didn’t know facing him would be this hard.’

Northern stopped in front of the boy and looked down.

“Koll… Why don’t we make a deal?”

The kid looked up at Northern’s face. With his forehead painted red from blood, he looked like less of a kid and more of a warrior.

The kid smile viciously before responding.

“Fine, speak your deal.”

Northern nodded and said:

“Let me leave this place with my guys, then you can do all this… I won’t interfere in any way because it’s none of my business.”

Silence descended for a few beats. Then the kid burst into serious laughter.

He coughed and spilled blood, then stifled his laughter slowly before looking at Northern, his face contorted with seriousness.

“You must be insane. I am this close to achieving my dream, and you are asking me to give it all up because of the fear of death?”

“You’ll be saving my own skin?”

“Look, Northern, look at me!” The kid shouted, enduring a burning pain in his abdomen. He did not care.

“Do I look like I came all this way just to give up?!”

Northern stared at the boy for a few seconds and nodded in agreement.

“You are right. I don’t think you did. But I also didn’t come all this way to be outdone by you.”

Kid Koll let out a mirthless laugh, shaking his head at Northern. “You’ve already been outdone by me all along, Northern. This is the only part of the battle you will win. Killing me will not stop Kryos’s descent.”

“I have meticulously connected all three rifts. I even weaved out some more rifts with underhanded tricks of my own. Your friends have entered the rifts, they are fighting endlessly thinking they would reach the guardians and defeat the rift. But they won’t because before they do… the line will crack… and a slight crack, however small, is enough for Kryos to make it back.”

Northern nodded slightly.

“I get it, so if I want to save my friends, I shouldn’t be here chitchatting with you.”

As he finished talking, a black sword manifested in his hands.

Northern looked down at the boy, twirled the sword, and slashed down with ease.

The boy rolled away, dodging the strike by the skin of his teeth. Pushing himself up as hurriedly as he could, he stepped back multiple times, knowing that Northern would be in front of him again. But from behind, something squelched into his back and came out in front.

Northern touched his head and leaned low to whisper in his ear.

“Like I said, I have no hard feelings towards you. I think you just crossed paths with the wrong person.”

Without mercy, he wrenched out the sword, spilling blood across the white floor. The boy giggled, crimson gore flowing down his pale skin and from his mouth down his neck.

He managed to turn to Northern. Instead of a terrified expression at the approach of his death, he wore a grim smile.

This made Northern uncomfortable, but it was still better than watching a small boy cry in agony. That the boy kept his composure to the very end made him less regretful.

But as for killing the boy, he felt no sympathy and did what he needed to do.

“It’s really nice that you are cocky till the very end,” Northern said out loud, watching as the kid crumbled to his knees.

Kid Koll tried to talk, but it was difficult. His breathing was ragged and strained, slowly nearing its end. Garnering all the strength left in him, he looked up at Northern and flashed another big smile.

“What do you think will happen to me if I die?”

In that moment, Northern’s eyes widened, and he heard Kid Koll’s last words before he slumped to the ground.

“You’ve been tricked… again.”

Now, Northern was the one with the terrified expression. His face grew pale as he looked around.

‘The body is still captive within the prism, so what could he mean—’

Northern’s thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he remembered what happened with Koll’s soul he had.

This was yet another freed soul of his.

However, it was too late. The body was beginning to dissolve into a ball of light.

With sweat running down his face, Northern terrifyingly watched the ball of light shoot into the prism.

Once again, the entire place trembled, and another chain shattered, leaving two.