Chapter 127: Accused

The moment she pressed down, everything around fell into calm; nothing happened.

One second, two seconds, and then much longer passed, but the raging wind around still howled fiercely, showing no sign of stopping.

“Are you joking with me?”

Edma’s eyes narrowed slightly, the murderous glare within almost solidifying into blades that could tear Ye Wanqing to shreds for daring to toy with her.

This sudden surge of killing intent made Ye Wanqing’s hands go limp, and the mouse she was holding slipped and began to fall.

However, just as it was about to touch the ground, it mysteriously froze midair.

Even the Magic Power pressing forward from Edma was simultaneously solidified.

“Hey, someone’s getting nervous.”

A light, carefree voice sounded, easily igniting Edma’s fury.

“How dare you speak like that! Are you looking for death?”

When Edma focused her gaze, she realized that behind Ye Wanqing, a pink-haired girl wearing a dark purple witch’s hat had appeared without anyone noticing.

Compared to the golden brilliance surrounding Edma, the girl looked rather plain, even unremarkable.

Yet Edma was soon shocked to find that she could barely focus on this suddenly appearing witch.

“Who are you?”

Edma tried repeatedly, finally centering her vision on the other’s face.

Her anger was replaced by caution, because she couldn’t gauge the depth of this person.

Like an ordinary person so plain it was impossible to be plainer, Edma sensed no Magic Power fluctuation from Irina.

Yet the fact that Irina stood there so easily and casually dispelled Edma’s Dragon King aura.

To do that, she must be at least B-rank, and certainly not a fledgling Transcendent.

“My name is Irina.”

Hearing this unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar name, Edma blinked but couldn’t recall where she’d heard it before, so she just pursed her lips.

“Never heard of you.”

“Ugh, how uneducated.”

Hearing Irina’s disdainful tone, a vein twitched on Edma’s forehead.

No matter what, this girl was infuriating.

Even Ye Wanqing was a bit surprised by Irina’s performance.

Was now the time to provoke the enemy as much as possible?

Or was this some kind of strategy?

Irina chuckled lightly, adjusting the brim of her hat so that only her smiling cherry lips were revealed outside the shadow.

In truth, this was just one of her annoyingly little habits, though she could control it freely.

But there was no need to hold back with Edma.

“Got a sharp tongue, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll quiet you down soon, very soon.”

Edma said coldly, her vertical pupils staring directly at Irina, but the latter met her gaze without flinching or avoidance.

“Just you?”

At these words, Edma’s brow twitched again.

She couldn’t stand it—the girl’s mouth was way too loose.

She needed to be shut up immediately!

“By the way, you’re the Edma who got kicked around like a ragdoll by Motes several times, right? Want to guess how badly she wants to know where you are now?”

Irina spoke lightly, provoking Edma, who had to activate her Magic Power to forcibly suppress the anger barely held back.

“What do you mean?”

Mentioning Motes, Edma felt disgusted but more so afraid deep down.

If that woman were rushing here right now, she would be doomed.

“Well, I’m not planning to tell her. Since I found you first, I’m the one who should be kicking you like a ragdoll next.”

With that, Irina no longer hid her power.

The deep purple Magic Power surrounding her transformed into countless fine needles and threads, easily piercing through Edma’s magical defenses, sensing everything about her thoroughly.

Scanning was her ability; she didn’t even need a handheld device to perform it.

And it wasn’t a magical weapon, after all… who’s magic weapon’s most obvious attack would be to swing a brick like a bat?

“Heh, let me see… Are you the student Lin Xiaonuo who barely got a high school diploma, lives at Diamond Queen Hotel, No. 6 South Gym Road, used to be 176 cm tall, weighing 61 kg, now 145 cm and 40 kg?”

The instant her name was mentioned, Edma almost jumped up and shouted a curse.

Boxed!

Of course, these were just trivial details, meaningless for the battle at hand.

Irina cared more about her combat ability.

Second-tier Transcendent, Bu Mo Index at 75%, terrifyingly high.

Mastering the concepts of King and Dragon sounded formidable, but her purity seemed poor.

After all, Motes had polluted her core twice, and she still hadn’t shaken off her weakness.

Wasn’t it a guaranteed win?

After calculating silently, Irina felt even more like teasing this hot-headed golden-haired loli.

Watching someone far weaker than herself get angry was quite entertaining.

“Enough!” Edma could no longer endure it.

Her King concept’s integrative ability, Endure and Persevere, was tied to patience.

The stronger her endurance, the more she was strengthened.

But how could she endure now?

The other was practically reciting her resident ID number!

Yes, Lin Xiaonuo was no illegal; she had proper identification.

If magical girls feared being boxed, then weirdos feared it even more.

Edma planted her foot heavily, pushing her speed to the limit.

The overwhelming power granted by her 75% Bu Mo Index allowed her to break the sound barrier in an instant, rushing before Irina and swinging her deadly claw.

The dazzling golden claws sliced through the air, carrying enough force to cut the world’s hardest alloys like tofu.

They were about to leave a terrifying scar on Irina’s hateful face, but the other simply kept that obnoxious smile, unmoving and without resistance.

Ye Wanqing was momentarily stunned, and when Edma appeared beside her, she barely managed to raise her arms in defense.

How was it possible to dodge such an attack?

Had Edma been holding back when dealing with me earlier?

“See? You’re all worked up again. Can’t you be a bit more obedient?” Irina’s will pierced Edma’s mental defenses, transmitting in a millisecond, forcing the claws that should have violently slashed to stop just one centimeter from Irina’s neck.

Blinded by rage, Edma didn’t realize that from the start, Irina’s words had been guiding her consciousness.

Even with her intentional restraint, her anger was uncontrollable.

For someone with the King concept, this was utterly unreasonable.

“That’s better. Put the claws away, let me have a look.”

Irina’s tone gradually softened.

Before Edma could respond, her body moved on its own.

Her sharp dragon claws retracted, turning back into soft, pale hands, which she placed in front of Irina.

‘What was going on? My body isn’t listening to me!’