At this moment, the Amputator before Lynn looked like a bloated meat worm with countless limbs, his body covered with dense stitched openings, bizarre to the extreme.
Yet, Lynn was not frightened by this disgusting sight.
After hearing the other party proclaim his name, he glanced at him with considerable confusion.
"Are you the Amputator? Then who am I?"
After all, at this very moment, thanks to the spread of public opinion and fermentation, plus the official manhunt backing it up, pretty much everyone in Glostit had come to know this news, apart from the few people familiar with Lynn.
The mysterious veil once belonging to the Amputator had vanished, replaced by the true identity of "Lynn Bartleion."
The vast majority of the public were just passive receivers of information.
Domesticated by authoritarianism, they blindly believed the messages from above.
Therefore, in their eyes, the youngest son of the Bartleion family was the prime suspect behind a series of murder cases.
This fitted well with the rumors amongst the common folk.
Banished to the border as a "disgrace to the nobility," consequently bearing resentment and wanting to revenge upon society, it was the perfect template for a psychological deviant.
For the Amputator, advancing to the Fifth Rank was but a footstep away.
But now, this guy had disrupted his rhythm, filling him with extreme resentment.
Even without the blessing of the "Evil" faith, there was a mortal feud between Burshman and Lynn.
Thus, Lynn's words instantly enraged the other party.
Accompanied by a strange, sharp scream, invisible extraordinary power burst forth instantly!
The scream was like an ultra-sharp steel needle, piercing straight into Lynn's brain and stirring fiercely.
In an instant, intense pain swept over him, causing Lynn's consciousness to falter for a moment.
And it was during this instant that the limbs sewn onto the Amputator's body became sticky and slippery, like tentacles, they shot through the air towards Lynn's throat!
Needles of Evil Intention, an Extraordinary Ability exclusive to the "Evil" faith, was a powerful single-target control skill even among the High Rank.
The moment the ability was activated, without similar abilities for protection or counterattack, or a Sealing Object to defend against psychic attacks, one was highly likely to succumb to pain and confusion, losing their will to fight.
Most people who were previously dismembered died from this very move.
Only a few Transcendents from the Military Department possessed sufficiently strong wills to barely resist it.
With the Amputator's limbs entering the ground, a strong dust cloud arose.
Unfortunately, there was no feeling of impact.
Burshman's gaze immediately locked onto the distance, and soon after, he felt a pang of pain.
A strand of black thread as fine as hair, taut and sharp as a sword, had pierced his shoulder, bringing out dots of crimson blood that slowly fell to the ground.
"Unaffected?" The Amputator didn't allow the pain to divert his gaze, staring coldly at the youth afar, "Or are you protected by a High-Rank Sealed Object?"
Lynn chuckled from a distance, and then his figure flashed again.
The next second, the spot he had just vacated was once again shattered by numerous limbs.
"Let's be truthful, didn't your boss tell you?"
After dodging another attack, Lynn cackled and leaped high, weaving a Spiral Spear out of Endless Silk in his palm, twisting his body and hurling it with the force of a soaring rainbow.
"This level of pain, it feels like it's practically making a donation to me!!!"
A piercing sonic boom carried a gale force, instantly closing the spatial distance.
The Amputator calmly manipulated his shape-shifting limbs, seamlessly piecing together a fleshy shield.
The moment the black spear entered the flesh, it seemed to have pierced into a static colloid, instantly absorbing all its kinetic energy.
The next second, Lynn slightly tilted his head and then saw an invisible air bomb scrape past his face and enter the wall behind him.
As the dust cleared, the massive wall collapsed thunderously.
Absorption of kinetic energy and returning it with added force, huh?
Just a brief exchange of blows, and the Amputator Burshman had already demonstrated no less than three different Extraordinary Abilities.
Apparently, this guy had taken not only limbs but also abilities from those Transcendents he had killed.
Up until now, the fight had been tit for tat.
Although Lynn's strength was formidable and could not be measured by the standards of a Second Rank, the other party did not seem to exert the oppressive aura of a Fourth Rank Transcendent.
A strong sense of dissonance surged within him.
Logically, as the true Amputator, Burshman should have no reason to do so.
To kill a fake imitation using the Amputator's techniques and let the urban legend continue, maintaining the extraction of the energy of fear from people's hearts...
That would be the optimal approach.
However, whether it was an illusion or not, Lynn couldn't shake the feeling that this guy was holding back in every aspect.
At this point, the commotion here had spread too far, and it wouldn't be long before stronger Transcendents would come here.
By then, whether true or false, he would have no reason to escape.
On the contrary, Lynn would be proven innocent because of his presence.
Thus, he was very puzzled.