Chapter 129: Obediently Take It

But Irina wasn’t worried about this issue.  

Her strength was never in direct confrontation, and to be precise, her physical constitution was far weaker than Lando’s.  

If she hadn’t controlled the threads to disperse the impact wave after wave just now, she’d probably still be lying on the ground, groaning in pain.  

However, since Irina was afraid of pain, she naturally wouldn’t let that happen.

Taking the blow head-on was part of her plan.  

It was definitely not because she couldn’t dodge it.  

The next moment, the triumphant expression on Edma’s face gradually faded, because she quickly noticed something was wrong.  

Her towering Dragon Phantom, a colossal construct made with an immense amount of Magic Power, was collapsing and disintegrating at an alarming speed.  

The invisible force that had existed between the Magic Power, binding it tightly and shaping the giant figure, now seemed to vanish completely.  

Edma clearly felt that her Magic Power had lost connection with her, drifting away like fine sand in the wind at her feet.  

‘Magic power out of control? Impossible. ‘

Although she was weak now, her state was still stable.

‘Someone had tampered with it.’

But knowing that didn’t help.  

Edma anxiously watched her Magic Power rapidly dissipate and desperately tried to use her kingly control to call back the scattered power.  

Yet her consciousness extended out only to be met with silence as if it had sunk into the sea.  

The Magic Power invested in forming the dragon was substantial even for Edma.  

Although in this space rich with Magic Power, replenishing it wasn’t difficult, it created openings—and in such a fast-paced battle, even a split second of vulnerability could be fatal.  

When she fought Motes, they exchanged blows hundreds of times in a single second.

Moments of distraction or sluggishness were unacceptable, and the opponent would surely seize any gap during recovery.  

Edma clenched her razor-sharp dragon teeth, almost biting down to break her gums in frustration.  

Fighting Irina was exasperating.  

Every punch felt like hitting cotton.

Whatever she said was met with even more infuriating retorts, making it feel like no real battle was happening.  

Like Lando, Edma was also a battle fanatic, but her obsession came from being assimilated by her own control concept.  

The Dragon’s ferocity ignited her warrior spirit, making her naturally admire strength, crave power, and yearn for pure force-to-force clashes.  

But Irina irritated her more and more.  

She wanted nothing more than to shatter that annoying smirk with a single punch, but all she hit was empty air, leaving her powerless.  

She had little patience.

Battles were usually over quickly with overwhelming brute force.  

Her style lacked any strategy—just fierce assaults and reckless charges.

Most opponents fell to such crude yet effective means.  

She had lost to Motes, admittedly defeated in her strongest domain, and for that, she’d given up a period of time… uh, you know, endured hardship and trained in silence?  

One day, she will go back and beat her to her knees, forcing her to be her slave—mark my words!  

But before that thought could take root again, Irina harshly crushed her momentum with methods that made her grind her teeth in helpless rage.  

Both attacks missed.

Her phantom attacks, though landing, were met with even stronger backlash.  

‘How did this person do it? Illusions? Hypnosis? Or some even stranger ability?’  

Edma’s little brain couldn’t handle overthinking.

Everything she did was pure battle instinct.  

So—  

The dimmed golden crown above Edma’s head suddenly brightened once more.  

The massive, dazzling red gem at its peak radiated light around her body, forming a resplendent armored skirt.  

The smooth plates of the armor reflected everything around like mirrors, shining brilliantly in the swirling yellow sands.  

Irina only glanced briefly at Edma’s armor before feeling a sharp sting in her eyes and hastily averting her gaze.  

This was armor with a counter-damage effect.  

As a berserker, Edma naturally possessed simple but troublesome abilities.  

Edma vanished from her spot.  

No need to guess what her next move was, but this time, Irina didn’t plan to dodge anymore.  

Because with Edma’s armor activated, her plan had reached phase two.  

She calmly raised her spear, aiming directly at Edma’s incoming strike.  

At the exact moment Edma’s head almost touched the spear’s tip as she extended her arm fully, Edma’s eyes were filled only with cold murderous intent, no fear of the dark gun barrel.  

A paper spear—what’s there to fear?  

“Pft.”  

Edma was splattered in the face with a sticky, fragrant mess, forcing her to close her eyes as the goo smeared over them.  

Her attack locked on Irina was ruined.  

Angrily, she scraped the glop off her face and burned it to ashes with burning Magic Power.  

Irina was already tens of meters away, apparently having used the same trick again.  

Ironically, a patch of white goo had splattered back onto the brim of her own hat, likely bounced back from Edma’s armor, darkening her expression.  

Irina squinted, looking at Edma without touching the goo on her hat.  

“Didn’t expect that to reflect. Luckily, it only stuck to the hat.”  

Edma didn’t intend to stop.  

Moments later, she charged forward again, unwilling to give Irina any breathing room.  

Like a nonstop barrage in boxing, she was determined to KO her opponent even if she choked in the process.  

Repeatedly dodging Edma’s attacks drained Irina greatly.  

She knew her Magic Power could only sustain Edma’s assault for about a minute.  

So she had to lure Edma completely into her trap within this critical minute.  

But before that—  

“Motes, what are you doing here?”  

Irina suddenly looked stunned and pointed sharply in one direction.  

Edma, too close to continue attacking Irina, panicked like a frightened rabbit and turned to scan where Irina had pointed.  

A barren wilderness.

Only yellow sand—no one in sight.  

Realizing she had been fooled, Edma was furious, about to speak again when once more she met Irina’s spear barrel.  

“Plop!”  

A tiny Motes doll, no bigger than a pinky finger, popped out of the barrel.  

Holding a miniature Blood Scythe, it gently tapped Edma’s forehead, leaving a faint red mark.  

A low rumbling roar immediately emerged from Edma’s throat.  

“I’ve had enough.”  

“No, you still have to obediently take it.” Irina smiled as she retracted her spear, disappearing again in ripples.  

Edma could only stomp her feet in frustration.  

Even Ye Wanqing, watching from afar, couldn’t help but chuckle softly.  

She never imagined a fight could be so absurd, like something out of a comedy animation.