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Chapter 41: The Desperate Vikner

The next second, the dense vines all crashed into Lucas.

A series of violent explosions erupted one after another.

Those jet-black vines, as hard as metal, were instantly shattered by pure physical strength.

Broken vine fragments flew everywhere, and black sap sprayed all over the ground.

Viktor's face was filled with horror; this scene was completely beyond his imagination.

Although this is a spiritual world, outsiders who enter here will not only not have their physical fitness enhanced, but will instead suffer from continuous weakness.

Is this boy's body made of steel?

What he found even more incomprehensible was that the other party was not under his control by telekinesis.

While summoning black vines, he frantically squeezed out his psychic power, trying to send his opponent flying.

But when it came to this boy, it was as if all his efforts had sunk to the bottom of the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

The next moment, before Vickner could even come to his senses.

That domineering and unreasonable figure had already rushed in front of him.

"boom!"

The impact of the instantaneous burst of tens of tons of force sent Vickner flying backward uncontrollably, like a broken sandbag fitted with a jet engine.

They forcibly demolished the second floor of the old house and plowed the ground for over a hundred meters before the other party finally stopped in a sorry state.

"Hehehe..."

Red smoke billowed across the scorched earth.

Viktor lay half-prone on the scorched ground, his body instinctively arched into a shrimp-like shape.

The excruciating pain originating from the depths of his consciousness caused him to let out a hoarse, twisted growl, and his pupils contracted violently incessantly.

Even though it wasn't his true form, this punch gave him the feeling that he was about to meet his great-grandmother.

Viktor never imagined that someone could so severely damage his mental consciousness in his own mental realm.

The strongest person he had ever met was that little girl named Eleven.

The opponent's telekinetic abilities surpassed their master's, even capable of breaking down the dimensional barriers between reality and the reverse world.

But now, he suddenly feels like he doesn't understand this world anymore!

The opponent's strength and speed were so exaggerated that he found it unbelievable.

This is clearly his home turf, just like the opponent's home turf.

He even had a question.

Is the abyss world really better than the real world?

Has he been locked up for too long and fallen behind?

Lucas clearly wouldn't allow him to think about such profound questions.

He leaped out like a meteorite falling from the sky, landing directly next to Viktor.

He grabbed the terrified Viktor and pulled him in front of him, his eyes calm and cold:

"Mr. Henry Creel, I think I sense your fear!"

Viktor froze.

How did the other party know his real name?

But before he could even open his mouth...

A heavy iron fist slammed into his face as if it were free.

"Bang bang bang..."

Swing your fist, swing your fist, smash your fist.

At this moment, Lucas was like a relentless machine in operation.

After just a few punches, Viktor's body was already covered in black cracks.

Within his own illusory realm, Vikna experienced for the first time the despair of being utterly crushed.

They still fought in this hand-to-hand combat style.

What made him even more desperate was that his most prized methods were completely ineffective against this boy.

If this were his true form, he was quite certain that he was currently in a deep slumber.

He angrily retaliated, but Lucas grabbed him directly and easily broke his body. After a few rounds, his entire body was almost dismembered.

This boy is not to be trifled with!

At this point in time,

Viktor gritted his teeth and decisively severed his connection with this spiritual realm.

As long as the connection between oneself and the Mind Flayer remains, and the physical body remains, one will never lose.

"Do you think you've won?"

"It's not over yet."

"No, I will come back, I will always come back, I am a dying man after all."

"When that day comes, I will be waiting for you!"

Vickner’s sinister, icy voice came into Lucas’s ear.

next moment.

Centered on the old house in Creel, the entire world began to shake violently, blur, and fade...

boom--

next moment.

The scene in Lucas's eyes quickly faded, and the familiar image of the bedroom reappeared in his vision.

He frowned and looked to the side.

Clark had just woken up, and after a brief moment of confusion, he immediately looked at Lucas, scratched his head, and said sincerely:

"Lucas, thank you this time. If it weren't for you, I..."

"You're welcome. I also owe a lot to Rachel's help. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to enter that spiritual world."

Lucas said.

Clark looked at the pale-skinned girl with a puzzled expression.

"You can think of it as a kind of inherited ability that makes it easier for us to peek into those ethereal spiritual worlds," Rachel explained.

Clark clearly didn't quite understand, but he didn't press for details. Instead, he looked at Lucas again, hesitated for a few seconds, and said:

"Are you... alright?"

He witnessed firsthand the entire process of his older brother brutally beating up Vickner.

Both speed and power felt completely foreign to him.

But he wasn't sure if it was his older brother's fault or the strange world itself.

He felt the former was more likely.

After all, if it's related to that bizarre world, why doesn't he use that hideous humanoid monster himself?!

"I am fine."

Lucas glanced at Clark:

"You just don't seem to be doing too well."

Upon hearing this, Clark's face immediately turned red, and he secretly thought he was being quite useless.

Once inside, the older brother was unstoppable, beating the monster so badly it couldn't even beg for mercy. Watching this, he felt his blood boil and wished he could join in.

As for me, I was "punished" by being forced to stand still as soon as I entered. If it weren't for my brother's help, I don't know how long I would have been trapped.

Even now, his head is still dizzy and throbbing, as if he hasn't slept for several nights.

Ignoring Clark's ulterior motives, Lucas immediately looked at Rachel, "Do you have a way to let me re-enter the other person's mental world?"

He has never been a magnanimous person, so since the other party has said that in the end, he must be prepared to bear his anger.

Rachel shook her head. "It only works if the other person actively opens up their mental world."

"I see." Lucas frowned, but quickly came up with an idea.

It's impossible to kill Vekner in the mental world, but he can enter the reverse world and completely destroy his physical body.

Of course, as long as the "subnetwork" still exists, this method cannot actually kill the opponent, but it can severely damage the opponent.

Upon entering the Reverse World, there is one person who can help: Eleven.

The other party's abilities are similar to Vekner's, but with greater potential for growth. She can close or reset the portal by destroying specific "anchor points," and only she can open the Upside Down portal.

I can easily find her and enter the upside-down world.

I believe the other party would be happy to help.