Suddenly, Klein once again had that familiar feeling, as if every tree, leaf, stone, and blade of grass around him was trying to kill him.
Seeing that strange net made of fragments, paper, and other trash was about to envelop him, his body suddenly collapsed and thinned, transforming into a paper man.
Whoosh! Branch-like projectiles pierced through the paper man and landed in the distance, while the strange net immediately wrapped everything there into a ball, gently squirming.
Klein's body materialized seven or eight meters to the side, realizing that the attack he had feared had finally come.
Without any observation or hesitation, he raised his right hand and reached into his pocket to take out the Adventurer's Harmonica.
The situation just now made him understand that the attacker was most likely a demigod of the Rose School, an enemy he was currently unable to contend with! The one who had pursued Sharon back then had given him a similar feeling!
Just at that moment, the paper men in his pocket suddenly flew out and stuck to his face, one after another, layer upon layer!
At the same time, Klein's sleeves tightened on their own, squeezing his arms and forearms, preventing his hand from reaching down.
His Tarab shirt, his brown jacket, all contracted inward like a giant bear's hug!
Within just a second or two, he was restrained by his own clothes, pants, and shoes, his face covered in paper men, his ribs nearly breaking, his breathing becoming extremely difficult.
Klein was both mentally prepared and experienced in battle, so he didn't panic. His unaffected right thumb and middle finger came together, and he snapped them with a crack.
At the bend of his leg, crimson flames surged, completely burning away the trouser leg tightly wrapped around his knee, then spread upward and downward.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein pushed up with his knee and leaped with difficulty, pouncing to the right like a cannonball that had just been fired but fell weakly.
While in midair, he snapped his fingers again, this time igniting the sleeve at his right arm joint!
And at the spot he had just stood, the green weeds suddenly withered, and the darkish ground instantly turned white, as if it had been weathered for a long time.
This attack came silently and without warning. If Klein hadn't known the enemy was strong and that staying in the same spot would likely invite an irresistible attack, and had first dispelled the effect on his legs, he would have been severely injured, lost his combat ability, or even lost his life.
With the sound of the snap, two spots on Klein's sleeve caught fire, finally giving his right hand room to move. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the Adventurer's Harmonica.
Thud! He fell to the ground, did a roll, then immediately pushed off with his right hand to spring up, and snapped his fingers with his left hand still wearing the human-skin glove.
This time, his target was finally the paper men stuck to his face that were preventing him from breathing.
Crack! The paper men burst into flames, the crimson tongues nearly reaching Klein's hair.
At that moment, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind: a fine arrow made of ice crystals, tinged with a gloomy green, was flying toward his head at incredible speed!
Because of its speed and because it was transparent, this fine arrow would normally go unnoticed!
But even though Klein had a premonition of danger, it was already too late, as he was still hindered by his clothing, unable to fully dodge.
In a flash of thought, he barely bent his waist, leaning his upper body back and shifting quite a bit to the right.
Pfft! That cold, fine ice arrow struck his left chest, instantly shattering the brown jacket and white crew-neck shirt at that spot, sending fragments flying into the air.
However, this lethal ice arrow could not go any further, because what stood in front of it was a book with a dark brown cover. The book seemed ordinary, its pages bound from common tan parchment, yet it did not shatter like the outer layers of clothing, nor did it even have a single dent.
"Grosell's Travels"!
This was an item that had shown no damage when struck head-on by the "Sea God's Scepter"'s "Lightning Storm" combined with a bit of power from the Mysterious Space!
Having been frightened by the telegram "I See You" last night, Klein had undoubtedly added new protective measures, preparing every method he could think of!
Besides hiding the travelogue close to his vital areas, he also placed an iron cigarette case in his other pocket, containing the contaminated "Fire Seed" gloves. If things went wrong, he would dispel the spirituality wall and throw this item, hoping to attract the attention of the "True Creator" and make Him send His powerful subordinates, further confusing the situation.
He knew that the "True Creator" and other evil gods also loathed the "Mother Tree of Desire"!