Chapter 401: Kid Koll

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?"

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, The 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.