Enya’s expression was indifferent, as if she had just crushed two little ants moments ago.
Her gaze was cold as she looked at Eugene on the opposite side.
Negotiations must be based on the premise that both sides are of similar strength, neither able to utterly defeat the other, with compromise as the final outcome.
Negotiate? Do you even have the right?
Ronald, his legs limp, dragged himself and stumbled toward Eugene.
The distance of fifty or sixty meters seemed so far it left him in despair.
But no matter what, Ronald had to force himself to crawl over—otherwise, all that awaited him would be certain death.
Eugene’s hand, clad in copper gauntlets, gripped the upright purple spear tightly.
His gaze was heavy as he fixed his eyes on Enya, who had yet to make a move.
As the highest leader of White Stone City’s underworld, known as the Underground Tyrant, Eugene naturally understood the meaning behind Enya’s series of actions.
It was nothing more than using him to make her name!
When a new force comes in and wants to carve out a place in an already stable territory, they must challenge the established order.
And there are two ways to issue such a challenge—
The first is the pure troublemaker type, seeking out some weaker local factions and using overwhelming force to squeeze them out of their positions.
The second is the method of those who value propriety: negotiating with some of the stronger local powers, offering some chips, with both sides pretending to clash but ultimately only going through the motions.
Each side gives the other a way out, finally shaking hands and parting as friends, after which they join forces to make money and grow stronger together.
At first, after seeing through this intention, Eugene had tacitly approved of these few foreign women making a name for themselves in White Stone City by stepping on Ronald’s head.
By the time he appeared, both sides would exchange a few sharp words, Lady Sharon from Golden Town would step in as mediator, and both would give ground.
That was his initial plan—but when he saw the Magic User in the sky above, utterly ruthless and holding nothing back, Eugene had no choice but to intervene.
Yet even then, until Enya appeared, Eugene still thought this was just a way to force his hand.
Until Eugene saw with his own eyes the black-robed elder being effortlessly obliterated.
The bodyguards he had assigned to Ronald couldn’t even put up a struggle against this gray-haired woman and died in the most humiliating manner possible.
This was no longer about giving each other face—it was about stepping on Eugene’s head, to tell everyone in White Stone City—
She’s here!
Eugene’s expression grew dark as he thought to himself,
“Where did this madwoman come from?”
In the Northland States, he had never heard of such a person.
Could she be from the Empire?
Has the hand of the Empire already reached for White Stone City? Damn that West Wind Empire!
From the corner of his eye, Eugene glanced at Ronald, who was still crawling over, then subtly rotated the purple spear in his hand and locked his gaze onto the elf beside Enya.
If Enya were to make a move, he would attack Wendy by her side at once.
Fortunately, Enya made no such move.
As Ronald finally finished crawling up the slope, his trembling legs brought him to Eugene’s side.
He grabbed Eugene’s leg with both hands.
Ronald raised his head, his bloodshot eyes wide, and with a trembling voice, he was just about to say something to Eugene—when Eugene kicked him flying with a single blow.
The distance he flew was at least a hundred meters.
Though Eugene looked impatient, that kick was actually to send Ronald out of the area where the aftershocks could reach.
Enya didn’t care that Ronald had left.
At this moment, there was no way Eugene could just let this go; everyone was watching.
If he didn’t do something, the matter of being humiliated by a woman would spread throughout the Human Northern Nations!
His reputation would be ruined!
So he could only…
In an instant, purple light flashed across Eugene’s body.
A surging magical aura exploded out, sweeping away the thick mist around him, and the pouring rain couldn’t even come close to him.
Enya nonchalantly patted Wendy’s shoulder, with a faint, serene smile as she said to the Forest Elf girl,
“I have something to deal with. Wendy, go play over there for a while. I’ll be done soon.”
“Um… Alright, okay.”
Wendy was a little stunned.
Her senior’s aura was calm, but the burly man across from them was giving off an overwhelming force no different from the beastman warriors she’d seen before—enough to put any elf on guard.
Yet Senior actually said she’d settle it quickly—wasn’t that amazing?
After replying, Wendy ran off to a place a bit further away, found somewhere to hide from the rain, and watched Enya’s back.
Enya stood in the rain, her figure that of an ordinary woman—slender and delicate—completely different from Eugene’s imposing aura.
At a glance, their strengths seemed worlds apart.
On one side was the Underground Tyrant of White Stone City, long famed, his record clear for all to see.
With strength at the peak of Sixth Rank, he was already the pinnacle in a place like White Stone City, with rumors that he was faintly touching the threshold of the Seventh Tier.
It was only due to some unknown matter that he hadn’t stepped into that realm, but after so many years at his peak, he was already half a Seventh Tier powerhouse.
On the other side stood a beautiful lady who didn’t even look like the strong, domineering type—on the contrary, she was gentle and frail, with only a slightly cold demeanor and a magical aura at merely the Fifth Rank.
No matter how you looked at it, you’d bet on Eugene’s victory—but right now, everyone was filled with curiosity.
Just what kind of ability did this woman have, to dare stand against Eugene and become his opponent today?
Was it simple recklessness, or did she have some hidden power?
Roland watched the battle from afar.
Back in Red Pine City, he’d missed a big show—this time, he had to keep his eyes wide open.
This was a battle between peak Sixth Rank powerhouses.
Beside him, Soren looked even grimmer.
Things had already developed far beyond his expectations.
He’d thought those two women only wanted to use Ronald as a stepping stone to make their name in White Stone City, so they could get established here.
But to his surprise, their true target wasn’t Ronald at all—but Eugene, the man who controlled all the city’s underground business.
Perhaps their real goal wasn’t to take root in White Stone City—maybe they were after something else entirely…
Soren thought of Lady Sharon.
He’d personally witnessed Lady Sharon hosting those two mysterious women, and after that, things had gradually turned out like this.
Could it be that Lady Sharon set all this up?
In a side room of the casino in Golden Town, Sharon sensed the clash of two powerful auras and showed a hint of surprise in her eyes.
She never imagined Enya’s appetite would be so big—she was really trying to make a grand affair out of White Stone City. If Eugene lost…
“Interesting, what an interesting woman!”
Thinking back to when she met Enya, and comparing it to today’s domineering presence, Sharon seemed to catch a faint whiff of something unusual.
Clenching her fist, she murmured to herself,
“No matter the outcome, I must make sure she stands on my side!”
Sharon stood up from the lounge chair, ready to make some preparations, but before she left, she glanced down at the fan in her hand.
She paused, as if considering something, then a smile appeared on her face.
Enya’s posture hadn’t changed at all; her magical aura remained peaceful, not at all like someone about to fight.
She lowered her head and looked at her own hand.
The wine-red nails belonging to the Dragon Princess emerged, adding a touch of wicked beauty to that fair hand.
“What should I use, Pandrake?”
Enya asked the Pandrake within her, but received no response from the Black Dragon Princess.
Clearly, the dragon was still sulking about being silenced.
Enya smiled faintly.
As the Black Dragon Pandrake, embodiment of all destruction, her blood now flowed in Enya’s veins—so Enya could naturally wield Pandrake’s power.
Draconic Magic.
A mysterious and ancient magic, passed down from the Nine Great Dragons—a spell of immense power.
Enya intended to shape her current persona into that of a Magic User, but her own magical repertoire was limited.
She could only use Pandrake’s abilities.
At least she hadn’t “tamed” Pandrake for nothing.
Eugene was not going to wait around. In a flash, his figure blurred with a thunderous crack, driving that spear wreathed in lightning straight toward Enya.
Enya’s pale gold eyes flickered slightly, looking toward the direction of the attack.
Once the purple lightning spear neared a certain distance from Enya, its speed suddenly plummeted, as if caught by some invisible force.
Enya raised a single finger.
A speck of light formed at her fingertip, and then the air around it twisted sharply, as if collapsing inward, sucking in the purple lightning spear.
Eugene’s eyelid twitched.
What magic is this?
He’d fought many people, but never seen such a bizarre defensive spell—one that could even absorb the power of his attack!
Eugene knew that if he kept pouring magic in, he’d just be feeding the white light, so he decisively withdrew the purple spear and retreated dozens of meters.
Enya released her psychic hold, and the white flash shot toward Eugene.
Eugene blocked it with his spear, taking the attack head-on.
The clash of purple and white lasted but an instant.
The light sphere hadn’t absorbed enough magic—Enya hadn’t fed it with her own power; it was simply a counterattack powered by the energy she’d drawn from Eugene’s assault.
Enya flexed her fingers, getting used to this unfamiliar way of fighting.
Compared to her usual simple sword energy slash, it was much more complicated.
Pandrake’s magic was famous for the “power of total destruction,” its destructive force unrivaled.
Many high-level human spells were modeled after it, and those who had used it all spoke highly of it.
The corners of Enya’s mouth curled up as she spoke softly,
“Alright, warm-up’s over.”
Eugene, after blocking the attack, gripped his spear with both hands.
His aura surged ever stronger, purple lightning crackling around him, murderous light in his eyes as he roared,
“You crazy woman, don’t get too arrogant!”