The Strongest Curse Master - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Overbearing Entry Chapter 201: Overbearing Entry “You know, I could’ve run here faster, right?” Sonia said, her voice laced with sarcasm, as she watched EAD Matthews park at the Treasure Lake Resort.

“Good for you,” Matthews replied flatly, stepping out of the car and tossing the keys to the valet without a second glance.

Ace followed her quietly, keeping his head down, knowing that no matter what he did, he seemed to get on Sonia’s nerves.

As the valet slid into the driver’s seat to park the car, Sonia turned her fiery gaze to Ace and snapped, “What are you looking at?

You don’t believe me, do you?” Ace blinked, startled.

He glanced around to make sure she was talking to him before replying, “No, I don’t.

Besides, what I think doesn’t matter.

I’m just a lowly mortal, right?” He threw her words from earlier back at her, his tone calm but tinged with subtle defiance.

Sonia’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him, her jaw tightening.

Before she could retort, she noticed Matthews already heading toward the resort lobby without waiting for them.

With a huff, she stalked after her, and Ace hurried to keep up.

The moment Matthews mentioned earlier that someone at Treasure Lake Resort could help with his condition, Ace had a pretty good idea of who she meant.

Janice McSuile, the Aurelian Eyes.

Unless there was another expert lurking around the resort, that had to be it.

Just as Mrs.

Martin reached the administrative section of the resort, a bald, muscular man in a tailored dark suit stepped into her path, his movements smooth but deliberate.

“Ma’am, please hold,” he said, his deep voice calm yet firm.

Before anyone could react, a silvery blur shot past Ace’s peripheral vision.

The next thing he knew, the man was flying backward, his body colliding with a granite-clad wall with a bone-jarring crash.

His body was embedded into it.

Fortunately, he was a curse user.

Otherwise, that force would have killed a mortal.

As Ace stood frozen in shock, the silver flash turned out to be Sonia, who turned toward him with a smirk.

Raising her hands, she nonchalantly tied her hair into a knot as if gearing up for battle.

The look she gave Ace was clear as day-See?

If I wanted to, I could outrun any car out there.

Ignoring the commotion behind her, Mrs.

Martin strode into the administrative block, heading straight for the manager’s office with unwavering confidence.

Meanwhile, Sonia darted toward the wave of curse-user staff in dark suits who were rushing to intercept them.

Her movements were almost a blur-fast, precise, and impossibly efficient.

She took them down one by one, leaving a trail of unconscious bodies in her wake.

Mrs.

Martin didn’t even have to slow her pace as Sonia cleared the path with ease, her expression calm and unbothered.

Ace followed a few paces behind, staring at the duo in disbelief.

‘This is McSuile territory,’ he thought.

‘We’re here to ask for their help, and yet they’re acting this overbearing?’ Mrs.

Martins’ action didn’t make sense to him, especially since the McSuile family was an ally of the C.I.B.

and the government.

What puzzled Ace, even more, was the sheer number of curse users at the resort when there weren’t any when he visited it last time.

Although most of them were low-level, their numbers were overwhelming.

Still, Sonia was proving to be a freakishly powerful Mortal-Tier curse user.

She hadn’t even drawn her cursed tool yet, but the strength and speed she displayed made Ace suspect she might actually be a Curse Master.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Ace hurried to catch up with Mrs.

Martin.

He weaved through the unconscious bodies sprawled across the floor, carefully placing his steps to avoid tripping over them.

Just as he caught up to her, Sonia came face-to-face with a formidable opponent-a middle-aged Knight-Tier Curse Master.

The man wielded a steel wire cursed tool that gleamed menacingly under the overhead lights.

Every time Sonia launched a kick or punch, he countered with swift precision, the razor-sharp wires slicing into her fists and legs.

Blood sprayed with each cut, but Sonia didn’t even flinch.

The wounds closed almost instantly, her regeneration abilities keeping her in the fight as if nothing had happened.

Ace paused, watching in awe as Sonia’s relentless attacks clashed with the Curse Master’s disciplined defense.

Her unwavering determination and sheer resilience made it clear-she was someone to fear, even without her cursed tool.

Sonia suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

Ace’s eyes widened as he noticed that her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist were tightly restrained by the middle-aged Curse Master’s cursed steel wire.

The wires glinted under the light, intricately weaving into the surrounding infrastructure to anchor her in place like a trapped beast.

As Sonia struggled against the restraints, the Curse Master’s lips curled into a triumphant grin.

“Don’t struggle,” he warned smugly.

“The more you fight, the tighter the retrain will get.

Keep it up, and your body will be diced into numerous pieces before you know it.” Sonia lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a manic grin that sent a shiver down both the curse master and Ace’s spine.

“Thanks for the tip,” she said, her voice dripping with defiance.

Then, letting out a guttural war cry, “Arrrrah!” Sonia pulled with all her might, completely ignoring the steel wire slicing deeper into her skin.

Ace flinched, his stomach twisting at the sight.

The cursed wire grew tighter and tighter, cutting into her flesh until, with a sickening snap, her body was diced into pieces.

Her limbs, torso, and head all fell to the ground in a grotesque heap.

But no blood spilled.

“Shit,” the Curse Master muttered, his confidence wavering.

For the first time, he took a hesitant step back, his expression twisting with fear.

Before he could process what had just happened, Sonia’s body parts began to move.

Right before their eyes, they reassembled themselves with unnerving speed, snapping back together as if nothing had happened.

In less than a second, Sonia stood tall once more, entirely intact.

Her clothes, however, hadn’t been so lucky.

The cursed steel wire had shredded her dress, leaving her curves partially exposed.

Before Ace could even avert his gaze, a dark fur coat materialized out of thin air and draped itself over her shoulders, covering her body completely.  Taking a deliberate step toward the Curse Master, Sonia flashed him a wicked grin that stretched ear to ear.

Her eyes shone with a menacing glint.

Her voice was low and menacing as she said one word: “Run.”