Chapter 37: True Form of the Cane

"Anyone who dares to oppose our Green Flame Brotherhood will not die a good death," the black-robed man whispered in Silas's ear.

Silas's eyes widened, staring at the dagger embedded in his chest, speechless.

The black-robed man skillfully pulled out the dagger, grabbed Silas's shoulder with his left hand, and said in a low voice, "So, go to hell!"

With that, the dagger plunged towards Silas's chest again.

"Madman! This guy is a complete fanatic!" Silas gritted his teeth. As the dagger was about to pierce his chest again, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the black-robed man in the stomach, creating some distance.

"What!?" The black-robed man, kicked, looked astonished, staring at Silas in disbelief.

Silas caught his breath, looked down at his chest. No blood flowed from the pierced left side. Although the skin was torn, apart from a faint cerulean mist slowly seeping out, there wasn't a trace of blood.

"It's just as I thought. In terms of my heart, I'm already completely inhuman!" Silas thought.

The black-robed man, seeing Silas still full of vigor, his sunken eyes wide, roared, "This is impossible!"

As he roared, he felt a chill in his right hand.

He looked down. His dagger wasn't stained with the blood he expected. Instead, for some unknown reason, the gleaming dagger began to ice over.

Hastily throwing the dagger away, the black-robed man shrieked hideously, "What in the world are you!"

Silas tightened his grip on his cane and said, feigning composure, "You madman, don't be ridiculous here. If you don't want to die, leave immediately!"

In terms of combat prowess, he was at an absolute disadvantage. If he could scare the opponent off due to lack of information, that would be the best outcome.

The black-robed man, upon hearing this, his deathly pale face contorted with fury, roared, "Despicable heretic! I will kill you!"

With that, his terrifying physique instantly charged forward, his fist swinging towards Silas's chest.

For fanatics, there was no fear or retreat.

"What the hell is this nonsense! This guy is beyond rational communication!" Silas felt his scalp tingle and cursed under his breath.

There was no reasoning or logic with such fanatics.

Bang!

The black-robed man's fist struck Silas's chest, sending him staggering back five steps before he collapsed onto the ground.

"I…" The punch was vicious. It drained the color from Silas's face, and he even struggled to breathe.

"Kill you! After I kill you, I'll go kill that traitor Bart!" the black-robed man roared, charging again. This time, his fist aimed directly at Silas's head.

"What do I do! My chest can take a beating, but my head can't!" Silas, fighting back the feeling of suffocation, his mind raced.

"He's empty-handed, completely overpowering me in close combat. Bare-handed fighting like this is a dead end. I need a weapon! I need a weapon that can pierce his body!"

In a flash, Silas's eyes scanned his surroundings. The next moment, his gaze fell upon his cane.

"Weapon! Turn into a weapon!" Watching the black-robed man charge, Silas grabbed the cane and thrust it directly at the oncoming assailant.

The cane had transformed from the spear, changing due to Silas's will. Now, Silas wished for it to become a more suitable weapon.

As Silas's thoughts emanated, the surface of the cane flashed with a dim, cold blue light.

The black-robed man, seeing this heretic actually try to stab him with a shabby cane, grinned ferociously. "Die!"

Reaching Silas, the black-robed man swatted aside the cane between them with one hand, while his other hand, clenched into a fist, smashed towards Silas's head.

At this moment, Silas too was provoked into a ruthless state by this madman. His expression ferocious, he snarled, "Go to hell! You madman!"

The next second…

Thump!

The black-robed man stumbled, intense pain almost making him fall.

Silas gasped for breath, his hand gripping the handle of the cane.

And on the other end, the former cane had transformed into a sharp, bizarre longsword, covered in barbs and blood grooves. This sword had not only lopped off half of the black-robed man's hand but had also pierced into his shoulder.

Blood dripped silently, staining the pristine white snow on the ground red.

Silas's expression was fierce. He said in a low voice, "You want me to die? Then you die!"

Roaring, Silas gripped the longsword and yanked it back forcefully.

The vicious barbs and blood grooves on it instantly tore through the black-robed man's flesh, sending bits of it flying.

"Kill! Kill! I'll kill you!" The black-robed man was completely insane now. His mouth stretched wide, revealing his deathly white teeth. His entire gaunt face was contorted beyond recognition. Ignoring the blood gushing from his wounds, he spread his arms and lunged at Silas.

Silas, having caught his breath, rolled backward on the ground, then, gripping the cane tightly, whipped it forward.

Clang, clang, clang…

With this whip, the barbed and blood-grooved longsword instantly extended like a spring, becoming incredibly long. Its barbs and blood grooves split open, connected by a flat spine in the middle.

In the blink of an eye, the ferocious longsword had transformed into a chain-sword, fully two and a half meters long, covered in vicious blades, resembling a giant silver centipede.

Whoosh…

The unfurled chain-sword, whistling through the air, lashed out from the left towards the black-robed man.

Aaaah!

The next second, a piercing scream rang out.

The chain-sword, covered in vicious blades, struck his body like a whip, instantly tearing through his clothes and flesh.

Then, coiling around him, it locked his body tight.

"Kill! Kill!" The black-robed man, ignoring the pain, struggled desperately.

Splurt…

A large amount of blood, along with chunks of flesh, sprayed out.

Being entangled by such a blade-covered weapon and still struggling was no different from being thrown into a blender.

Silas looked at the crazed black-robed man, tightened his grip on the hilt, his expression surprisingly calm. It wasn't that his mental fortitude was particularly strong; this was the effect of the Mantra of Serenity.

The black-robed man, ensnared by the chain-sword, had no possibility of escape. After struggling for less than thirty seconds, his mangled body, having lost too much blood and tissue, lost its ability to move and collapsed onto the snow, awaiting death.

Silas flicked his wrist slightly, and the chain-sword gradually retracted, returning to its sword form.

Then Silas lifted it and pressed down forcefully. All the barbs and blood grooves on it rapidly retracted and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the ferocious chain-sword, like a transforming robot, reverted to an ordinary cane.

Silas looked down at the cane in his hand, a sense of intimacy welling up within him.

"So, this is your true form," Silas thought.

Glancing at his blood-soaked hands, Silas then looked at the black-robed man, who had already stopped breathing, and at the blood and flesh fragments on the ground.

"What should I do? Such a big incident can't be covered up. But investigating it will be troublesome. I don't have the strength to beat him into this state. They will definitely conduct an in-depth investigation on me. If they investigate thoroughly, the matter of the cane and the icy heart won't be able to be hidden…"

At this moment, Silas was caught in deep conflict and confusion.

"What to do? What to do?" Silas frowned deeply, not knowing how to proceed.