The Strongest Curse Master - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Awooo!

Chapter 202: Awooo!

“Run.” The Curse Master’s eyes widened in fear at Sonia’s chilling command.

He moved to ready his cursed steel wire, his hands trembling as he tried to prepare for her next attack.

But before he could even raise a proper defense, Sonia became a dark blur.

A second later, she appeared behind him, her movements eerily silent.

When she came to a stop, she stood still, holding his severed head in her left hand by its hair.

Her right hand dripped with fresh blood, crimson drops falling to the floor.

A heartbeat later, the Curse Master’s headless body crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud before both the head and body dissipated into the surroundings leaving behind a coiled bundle of steel wire.

“Get that bitch!” roared one of the curse users, who had been watching from the sidelines up until now.

Fueled by fury and a thirst for vengeance, he charged at Sonia, his eyes blazing with intent to kill.

Earlier, neither side had planned to escalate to killing.

But Sonia had crossed a line, and now the fight had reached a deadly turning point.

Meanwhile, Mrs.

Martin, standing calmly amidst the chaos, glanced at a nearby CCTV camera.

Her lips moved as she mouthed, “You have five minutes to get your revenge.” Her tone was firm, her decision cold but calculated.

This was her compromise-allowing the McSuile family’s curse users to retaliate for the death of one of their own.

It was also her way of sending a message to Sonia, a subtle warning that the C.I.B.

had no use for a dog they couldn’t control.

Behind her, Ace stood frozen in shock, his mind racing as he processed what he had just witnessed.

His eyes widened as he stared at Sonia’s fur-draped figure.

That black fur coat and the dog head on her shoulder jogged his memory, piecing together fragmented thoughts and past encounters.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

Sonia was the berserk Werefur curse slave he and Emi had blown up in the mountain ranges behind the Weasly Resort.

After seeing the insane regeneration ability displayed by her it was no mistaking it.

She was it.  He had suspected the Werefur curse slave might have survived, but seeing Sonia now fight a small army of curse users and even kill a Knight Tier curse master was something else entirely.

It was as though the explosion had done nothing to her-like it never happened.

In a way, she survived it without a single scratch.

Ace swallowed hard, his chest tightening as realization dawned.

Sonia being a curse slave with a Werefur curseling explained everything.

Her uncanny ability to sniff him out and remark that she’d met him before.

How she’d pieced together him having visited both the Weasly Winery and the mountain ranges behind it the same day by the mud on his shoes.

And most of all, how she’d easily seen through his act-her instincts honed beyond supernatural degree almost into a lie detector.

Now that he had pieced everything together, Ace finally understood Sonia’s problem with him.

Though she didn’t seem to have any conscious memory of it, her instincts clearly remembered one thing: he was the one who blew her up.

No wonder she bristled at everything he did or said.

It wasn’t personal-it was reflexive.

The only reason she hadn’t acted directly on those instincts was that she didn’t fully understand why she felt so hostile toward him.

At least, that’s what Ace thought.

In reality, Ace was only half right.

Sonia did remember the entire event.

But in her memory, her fusion form hadn’t seen Ace-it had smelled him.

That scent was burned into both her mind and the instincts of her curseling, making them wary of him, almost like a lingering phantom threat.

Even though Sonia seemed unharmed now, despite being blown to pieces by him and Emi back at the mountain ranges, the experience had left a mark.

Not on her body-but on her mind and her curseling’s.

After all, for several minutes, she had been dead.

Ace gulped as he watched Sonia from a distance, squaring off against a curse user.

Then, with a burst of speed, she turned into a dark flash, dashing at her opponent.

Her movements were almost too fast for Ace’s eyes to follow.

She was using a movement curse art that perfectly complemented her natural agility, making her several times faster than her berserk fusion form.

Ace shuddered at the thought-if she’d been capable of this speed back at the mountain ranges, Emi wouldn’t have been able to outrun her.

“Atom Slasher!” the curse master bellowed, swinging his cursed kitchen knife tool.

In an instant, Sonia was reduced to minced flesh.

There was no blood, just tiny fragments of her body scattered across the floor.

The curse master retrieved his blade, confident it was over, and turned toward Mrs.

Martin.

He didn’t even spare Sonia’s remains a glance as he stepped past her shredded form.

But just as he took his second step, the sound of flesh reassembling behind him froze him in his tracks.

The minced pieces of Sonia’s body began to knit themselves back together, bone and muscle locking into place like puzzle pieces.

Her mouth and throat formed first, and she let out a gleeful yell, “That was fun!

Again!” The curse master’s blood ran cold.

It wasn’t clear whether she wanted to be diced into pieces again or if she just wanted another round, but her intent was unmistakable: she wasn’t done with him.

Without turning around, the curse master swung his hand and shouted, “Atom Slasher x2!” The cursed knife lashed out again, its force shredding Sonia’s body into pieces for a second time.

This time, she didn’t yell.

Instead, as her body began to reassemble once more, an eerie sound echoed through the room-a low, guttural howl.

“Awooo!” The curse master’s eyes widened in horror.

In his mind, it was impossible.

His Atom Slasher should have cut through Sonia’s curse core by now.

No matter how small or well-hidden it was, his enhanced attack should have destroyed her curse core ending her ability to regenerate.

And yet, there she was.

As her body fully reformed, Sonia stood draped in her signature dark fur coat.

Her eyes glowed faintly, like dim LED lights, and her teeth and nails grew into razor-sharp points.

She looked completely unharmed.

Noticing the disbelief etched onto the curse master’s face, Sonia grinned ear to ear, baring her sharp teeth.

Then, throwing her head back, she let out another bone-chilling howl.

“Awooo!” The sound reverberated through the hall, leaving the curse master trembling in place.

Even the curse users watching from the sidelines unconsciously retreated listening to Sonia’s primal howl.