Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 485: The Mask That Can't Be Removed, the Endless Devouring

"Oh?"

Club Ace raised his eyebrows, looking at the suddenly appearing "Sin," suppressing the surprise in his heart, still maintaining that wild and unrestrained demeanor.

"What? Looking for trouble already?"

As he spoke, he looked Lu Ce up and down, and judging from his body language, he actually seemed to look down on the opponent before him!

He had only started paying attention to "Sin" after the previous wedding disruption incident.

But due to internal matters within the Illuminati, he hadn't studied frame by frame like the Dragon Group had.

Watching his current movements and posture, even Perfect Life in the distance couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

No way...

This guy better actually have some skills, otherwise he's really asking for death!

Xie Antong's All-Seeing Eye faded in the air as she began planning to record the combat strength of this Club Ace before her.Others might not know, but she was very clear that in the current situation, Lu Ce was absolutely going to take action!

As for Club Ace...

If her guess was correct, his suit designation likely represented an internal power ranking within a faction.

"A" should be considered top-tier combat strength.

Yet at this moment, before Club Ace, "Sin" seemed to have no aggression at all, just standing there like a walking corpse.

He even tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

So cute.

But the next second, without any warning, the figure wearing the red mask instantly pounced forward!

Before Club Ace could even react properly, the overwhelmingly large mouth before him charged forward like a predator hunting prey.

The blood-red large mouth, the blood-red mask—that mouth opened so wide it seemed it could directly swallow a small watermelon!

Club Ace suspected this guy wanted to directly bite his head off.

Years of combat experience prevented him from freezing up; he abruptly retreated backward, dodging this lightning-fast pounce.

Simultaneously, a long blade appeared in his hand—a golden greatsword materialized out of thin air, swinging out dense flashes of light before him to prevent the opponent from advancing further.

This instinctive and instantaneous reaction was enough to demonstrate his strength, and in Xie Antong's memory, those who could dodge Lu Ce's speed without specific preparation...

"Kid..."

Club Ace obviously understood his own capabilities well; after a splendid counter, he lifted his head intending to speak with a fierce grin.

However, he still didn't fully understand who he was facing.

The guy with the red mask, exuding an aura of a top-tier reckless warrior, charged directly into the dancing blade lights before him!

Equivalent to using his own body to collide with the web of swords and blades formed by the opponent's weapon.

Club Ace: ?

Suicide?

While shocked internally, he showed no mercy in his actions, his golden long blade cutting straight into Lu Ce's side along his ribs!

Blood splattered.

[Chosen of Agony, Agony Value +3!]

But watching the blood spray, he quickly realized something was wrong!

His blade, capable of cutting through steel, currently had no sensation of cutting into human flesh at all.

Instead, he felt like he was attacking something abnormally thick, like diving underwater and trying to cut a dam's foundation with a blade.

Was this guy not made of flesh?

Before he could think further, "Sin's" figure showed no pause, continuing to charge forward with a strong whooshing sound of tearing air.

His body pushed the long blade deeper and deeper, producing a grating, teeth-gritting screeching sound, grinding out a bloody mist as if minced flesh had coated the blade.

As if it wasn't his own body at all!

And that wide-open mouth now reached Club Ace's face, as if the next moment it would directly bite his head off.

Club Ace: !?

His eyes instantly erupted with fierce light as he tried to withdraw his blade for defense, but those cement-cast muscles and flesh made it impossible to pull the blade out in time.

He could only abruptly tilt his head, using his shoulder to meet the attack instead!

Crack!

A strange loud noise erupted as Club Ace let out a muffled grunt deep in his throat, seeming to be in extreme pain, as he pulled his blade back and retreated.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; "Sin" crouched down, head lowered as if chewing on something.

The left side of his upper body was instantly dyed red with blood, appearing severely injured, but across from him, Club Ace's shoulder was also bleeding profusely!

Blood flowed down his sword-holding right arm, the entire arm hanging limply.

The shoulder is the primary line of force generation for a person; he could feel that his entire deltoid muscle had been torn off!

As for where it went?...

Looking at the guy crouching before him, his expression turned ferocious.

With years of battle experience, he was well-traveled and wouldn't be troubled by a little pain.

Losing a chunk of flesh was nothing, but he had now witnessed this opponent's combat style.

Although it seemed like exchanging injury for injury, this "predatory" feeling gave him the sense that the other was the predator, and he was the hunted lamb.

Switching his sword to the other hand, just as he planned to speak, the person before him suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting.

—Finished eating!

No words were needed; before Lu Ce even charged forward, Club Ace had already assumed a stance and swung his blade forward.

This strike accurately landed where Lu Ce was descending, but to avoid injury himself, he was forced to jump backward immediately after drawing blood.

After several evasions, the two collided in a lightning-fast exchange mid-air, and he was forced back against a door.

Club Ace's expression was grim, but watching "Sin" pounce again, that primal, genetically ingrained fear of being preyed upon made him unconsciously take a step back.

[Door 1/18 selected!]

The game's voice sounded as Lu Ce's body crashed directly into the door!

Then, from under the red mask came a roar as he bit toward the door before him.

Crunch!

He bit empty air.

He seemed dazed, wondering why he hadn't gotten anything to eat.

Moving on all fours, he stretched like a wild beast, then turned his head to look at everyone with a hawk-like, wolf-like gaze.

This brief exchange felt like a powerful warning blow, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

A drop of blood slowly dripped from the mask's large mouth, falling to the ground like saliva at the peak of hunting desire.

Simultaneously, Lu Ce also realized a problem.

Gluttony's mask could no longer be removed or changed.

What lay before him seemed to be only endless devouring...