There was no way to handle Bemore. Thankfully, I had learned Remote-Controlled Flying Sword, or today would have been really hard to say.
Now I also had a feeling of being scolded by Niubao, that kind of humiliation was imaginable—clearly the opponent was just a prankster clown, yet I was being beaten down by the clown.
But Bemore’s ability and strength were already enough to threaten me.
To avoid being humiliated, she had to go all out. And looking across the whole world, probably only Bemore could make things so difficult for her.
Thus, Samimi abandoned her usual goofy, hip-hop style, becoming unprecedentedly serious.
The reason was simple—it didn’t matter who defeated her, but she absolutely could not be stepped on by a clown.
However, the twin Magic Flying Swords could only intercept the Dragon Bombs; the attack range still couldn’t reach the opponent.
Moreover, the farther the flying swords were from her, the worse their quality became, still unable to change the situation of passively taking hits.
There was no other way, she had to use her own “cheat” Magic Item.
“Niubao! Take down the traitor Bemore!” Samimi gave the order.
Niubao, wearing the Thorn Crown, charged forward with all her might, making a straight-line assault from the left edge of the battlefield, her target directly pointing at Bemore who was bombarding from a distance—cut straight to the backline, cut the Mage.
No matter how strong Bemore was, she was only a pure-blooded Fire Mage. Her attacks were indeed ferocious, blasting Samimi until she was covered in dust, almost unable to counterattack at long range.
But once she got close, the situation would be completely different.
Bemore didn’t have Samimi’s “turtle double shield” defense system, no damage-immune Light Shield, nor a tough thorn magic shield. The Flame Shield had always been fragile, breaking with one poke; even pure physical attacks could easily pierce it.
Niubao didn’t hesitate, swinging her twin swords for a slash!
However, at the critical moment, the Hero Sword Saint suddenly broke away from the Twin Heroes’ entanglement, appearing in a flash to block Niubao’s path.
She didn’t make any extra moves, simply thrusting out with her sword.
The instant their weapons were about to collide, Niubao’s pupils contracted.
That rapidly vibrating soft sword twisted like a spirit snake, its tip bypassing her twin swords, sliding along the Golden Sword from a bizarre angle toward the hilt, aiming straight for her hand!
“!!”
Niubao immediately changed her move, pulling her twin swords back for a horizontal slash, forcibly creating distance.
She instantly entered a guarded state, not daring to easily clash swords with this woman again.
Just from testing with one move, her fingers were almost sliced off. If she had continued to clash head-on just now, probably all five fingers would have been severed.
At this moment, she finally understood what “skill suppression” meant.
Her strength and speed, at this time, instead became a burden—the faster she charged, the harder she slashed, the quicker she would die.
This was pure swordsmanship domination.
Even the Light Shield that had just lit up on her body didn’t have time to trigger.
Samimi, watching from behind, was also startled, hurriedly applying additional protection to Niubao. It showed just how terrifying the pressure brought by the Hero Sword Saint was.
“Don’t think of escaping!”
Blue Ghost closed in, her frost-crazed blade slashing through the air.
But Niubao could see that Blue Ghost also didn’t dare to strike with full force, each blow retaining three-tenths of her strength, ready to change moves and evade at any time.
Because the Hero Sword Saint’s soft sword could change direction arbitrarily, attacking from all sorts of tricky angles, impossible to guard against—every sword strike was different.
No set patterns, no logic, all improvisation.
Even the Twin Heroes, the only ones in the South who could match her, couldn’t gain any advantage fighting two against one.
As soon as Blue Ghost got close, Cresia casually forced her back with a few sword strikes. The sword edge grazed her Mask, leaving a shallow mark, scaring her into retreating repeatedly.
Only after Red Ghost arrived to share the pressure did she dare to continue the entanglement.
After a brief hesitation, Niubao decisively rejoined the battle, teaming up with the Twin Heroes to surround the Sword Saint, observing the master’s combat up close.
Two against one became three against one.
The pressure on Cresia suddenly increased—
But that was all.
She only needed to further increase her speed, and that bizarre, curving swordplay forced the three to temporarily avoid her sharp edge.
Red Ghost, Blue Ghost, and Niubao were like three powerful bulls ready to charge, yet unable to charge at full force—
Because the opponent was like a wall covered in spikes; whoever crashed into it would die.
Cresia’s soft sword wasn’t good at head-on clashes, but she didn’t need to clash at all.
She only needed to assassinate her opponent before they could strike.
Simple to say, but extremely difficult to do.
This required peak-level technique and unparalleled observational power—
Observing every subtle movement of the enemy, predicting their moves based on experience, even reading their intent before they acted.
But the problem was—
She was clearly blindfolded.
So how did she “see”?
No, something was wrong!
Her eyes must be hiding some astonishing secret!
Her sword seemed able to foresee the future.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress the entire field while fighting one against three.
She was practically like she was “cheating.”
However, no one would think this was unfair.
She was just that kind of existence, someone who was tacitly allowed to fight one against three.
Even her arch-rival had no objections. Blue Ghost and Red Ghost both knew that without using some tricks, they simply couldn’t win against her.
Even adding Niubao could only accelerate draining her stamina, doing their utmost to wear her down.
“Get ready to move,” Blue Ghost said in a low voice, clearly already tired of this probing.
“If something goes wrong, Niubao, remember to collect our bodies,” Red Ghost even started making arrangements for the aftermath.
As the words fell, the two of them suddenly erupted with billowing Blood Qi, entering a realm Niubao had not yet touched.
Their speed skyrocketed, leaving only two bloody afterimages in their original spots.
Niubao could only watch with envy.
She didn’t understand the use of Qi, couldn’t keep up with their rhythm, instantly thrown out of the core of the battle as if she had become an outsider.
This was the first time she hadn’t carried out Samimi’s command.
Samimi had told her to kill the traitor Bemore, but she was immersed in this master-level duel, unable to extricate herself.
But Samimi could understand.
She believed that these enemies’ moves would soon become Niubao’s own moves.
After all—
Bringing Niubao here to “level up” was the true purpose of this operation.
And stealing Skills was the fastest way to grow.
“Well then, there’s no other way.”
“The traitor Bemore will have to be dealt with by me personally.”
“Pastoralist Charge!”
Samimi dispelled the Wall of Thorns, switching to the Deep Red Shield, and charged forward with all her might.
Because the Hero Sword Saint had gone to intercept Niubao, causing the battle line to shift, the middle path was left open—
She could personally cut into the backline.
The spectators were completely dumbfounded.
How could a Pastoralist be charging across the entire battlefield!?