“Sorry, sorry, watch out!”
The beautiful referee apologized while taking two steps back, then her expression suddenly changed, her face filled with terror. The teacup fell from her hand, splashing tea onto Samimi’s black stockings.
Because almost in the very next instant, she saw Blue Ghost appear beside Samimi like a phantom, her sword already sheathed, then drawn again in a flash.
Clang! A sharp blade light shot forth, the sword wind first splitting Samimi’s beloved little tea table in two before heading straight for her.
This strike was ruthless and merciless, leaving no room, giving the blonde-haired Pastoralist no time to react.
And Samimi truly didn’t have time to turn around, but she didn’t need to turn around at all.
Because Blue Ghost’s quick-draw strike was once again caught within a red barrier that instantly unfolded. No matter how fast or fierce the draw, it couldn’t harm the Pastoralist inside in the slightest.
“Hey, hey, hey, are you guys cheating or what?” Blue Ghost was speechless for a moment, even feeling a bit desperate, and couldn’t help but mutter a complaint.
Thump! The next second, a staff was directly swung into Blue Ghost’s face, cracking her mask. Though it hadn’t completely shattered, it was now hanging by a thread.
“Finally, it’s my turn. I thought you guys didn’t know how to target the backline, making me wait so long. I’ve had several cups of tea, I’m even getting a bit of a bladder urge. Can we pause the match?” Samimi shook her runic staff, lightly tapped it on the ground, and said with a smile.
Blue Ghost was struck back several steps, kneeling on one knee. Logically, this hit shouldn’t have had such power; it was more her mentality being shattered.
But don’t laugh at her—anyone would crack! Where did all these shields come from?
Who on earth invented this disgusting playstyle? Shield stacking, layer upon layer, nothing but shields! How do you even play against this? Pure cheese!
A Tachi Swordsman naturally knows how to deal with a Tachi Swordsman.
If you can’t look cool, then you’re useless.
You want to look cool? I have a hundred ways to make sure you can’t.
Samimi’s “Shield Stacking Style” was precisely the system the Demon-Hunting Nun was famous for, designed to counter. All professions reliant on burst damage, single-hit strikes, or looking cool became crippled birds before her, completely unable to show off.
There’s only one way to break her Shield Stacking Style—overwhelm it with damage.
But unfortunately, the Tachi Swordsman doesn’t have that capability.
What “Pastoralist who can’t even harm a chicken”? What “targeting the backline”? From the very beginning, this was a trap.
Anyone who dares target Samimi falls right into the trap.
For the Twin Heroes, the best choice would have actually been to quickly defeat Niubao together, not try to target the backline. After all, you simply can’t break through!
Samimi originally thought her scheme had been seen through, that the opponent had a real strategist, perhaps even mind-reading abilities. It seems now it was just a coincidence.
Even though the arena had space half the size of a soccer field, these two Oni Race girls just wouldn’t come for her, instead engaging in a war of attrition with Niubao.
‘Am I not charming to female adventurers? Or is Niubao just too charming?’
But thankfully, everything ultimately proceeded according to Samimi’s plan.
The Twin Heroes were famous for their unbeatable coordination, so the optimal solution was to forcibly separate them, force one-on-one duels, and defeat them one by one.
She, Samimi, had never lost a duel to date—excluding those fights against the old ladies.
“Sorry, for world peace, for the future of the Human Race, so that more people can return home, I must defeat you.” Samimi said with utmost seriousness, her tone righteous and sincere, as genuine as could be.
“Who exactly are you? With this kind of power, you can’t be a nobody.” Blue Ghost slowly stood up, her voice low as she questioned.
“I am the youngest Hongyi Grand Archbishop in history, the Church’s Chief Battle Priest, the Chief Disciple of the Church Valkyrie Knights—Shalum Payne. The purpose of this journey is to find the missing Hongyi Grand Archbishop.” Samimi announced her identity, her tone firm, her logic tight, making it hard to doubt.
Blue Ghost fell silent for a moment, seemingly believing this explanation.
“Hmm… that’s fairly famous too.” Samimi even added with a serious air, starting to pray, “It’s normal you Southerners don’t know me. In the Royal City’s Church…”
“Forgive me, Tutor. Saving the masses is more important than the mission to find you. Please forgive this rebellious disciple.”
Her performance flowed seamlessly.
After all, she had already used the “Thorn Crown.” Her identity would be suspected sooner or later. Rather than being passive, it was better to proactively admit part of it—but only half, mixing truth with falsehood, making it more believable.
“Surrender, Blue Ghost. We are the Church’s Chief doubles team. You have no chance of winning.” Samimi said lightly.
“Surrender?” Blue Ghost sneered. “In the adventurer’s world, there is no surrender. Moreover, we are not even human. Besides victory, we have no reason to exist. If we lose, we die. Don’t think you’ll get what you want. The Southern World isn’t as simple as you think.”
“How so?” Samimi asked unhurriedly.
“Even if we lose, the First Guild won’t listen to you. Do you think the various guilds, entangled in grudges, will unite just because of one duel, one statement?” Blue Ghost retorted.
“Back in the Royal City, I really could solve all problems through duels. Everyone there valued promises and chivalry.” Samimi said, stroking her chin.
“We have no chivalry here, only deceit and treachery.” Blue Ghost said coldly. “Once we lose, they’ll just kick us out of the guild. They won’t need to keep any promises.”
“Hah, so what?” Samimi suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.
“You pampered Saints have no idea of our suffering!” Blue Ghost shouted angrily.
“Hearing you say that, I’m not very happy.” Samimi’s expression darkened slightly.
She was indeed born into the Royal Family, but over this past year’s journey, she had experienced countless hardships. If she weren’t strong enough, she would have died in some forgotten corner long ago.
Besides, this kind of tragic plotline—”abandoned after failure”—she had seen far too much of it.
“Knowing you these past two days, I’ve realized your mind has some problems.” Samimi’s tone turned sarcastic. “Your thinking is rigid, completely inflexible. Fits your race’s characteristics quite well.”
To put it bluntly, these Oni sisters were as stubborn as Niubao, but without Niubao’s simple honesty. Instead, they were prone to fixating, tormenting themselves, the type of beautiful girls who willingly plunge into tragedy, a kind of frantic beauty.
Emotionally extremely unstable.
But they weren’t yanderes. Yanderes want to kill “you,” motivated by twisted affection.
The Oni sisters want to kill the whole world, motivated by injustice.
This largely stemmed from their origins. They weren’t even part of the normal Human Race, not even considered Half-Beasts. In this world, perhaps you couldn’t find a third Oni person.
They had no home, forced to desperately integrate into human society.
“Then don’t you think following me would be better?” Samimi said with a laugh.
“Better how? Our home is gone!” Blue Ghost retorted angrily.
“Then find a new home.” Samimi shrugged. “Just join the Church directly, follow me. Wouldn’t that work?”
“You dare say that! It’s all your fault!” Blue Ghost cursed furiously.
“See, I said you’re an idiot.” Samimi laughed heartily. “Since that guild doesn’t want you anymore, just find another place to stay. What’s the use of being sad?”
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