The showdown between Niubao and Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres finally began.
But the battle process was almost exactly the same as Fabiana’s fight against Frost Blade Knight Commander Henry.
After all, Niubao’s swordsmanship foundation was originally taught by Fabiana.
However, Niubao’s defensive counterattack method was different.
She directly abandoned her weapon and used her body movements to dodge.
You see, the rapier used by Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres was a lightweight weapon with maximum attack speed, and its consecutive thrusts were as fast as a burst of bullets.
But Niubao was going to dodge even bullets, just to show him.
If it wasn’t fast enough, she wouldn’t even bother to dodge.
Her whole body swayed left and right at high speed like a roly-poly toy, seemingly without any pattern, yet the continuous thrusts of the Wind Rapier just couldn’t hit this cow.
Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres only felt that everything in front of him was afterimages and feints; his eyes were nearly dazzled.
“Damn it! You’re playing with me!”
At the same time, he didn’t have as many life reflections as Frost Blade Knight Henry.
He only felt humiliated and offended.
‘What knight spirit?’
He just wanted to kill this cow that was as slippery as soap.
‘Does this cow look like she has knight spirit? This is entirely relying on superior physical fitness to bully a middle-aged knight like himself. She actually uses body movement to humiliate me! No martial virtue!’
But as the fight went on, Niubao had basically seen through the pattern of the continuous thrusting sword, and suddenly launched a fierce attack.
Bang!
The cow punched hard at the thick knight plate armor, causing Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres to retreat repeatedly.
Even the final result was similar to the other match.
“Are your fists made of steel? This armor of mine is the thickest in the entire West Sea, and you just punch it like that?”
“Don’t your fists hurt? Do you even have a brain?”
Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres couldn’t hold it in any longer and started angrily yelling.
Same as before.
The Wind Whisper Knight Commander’s mindset was completely different from the Frost Blade Knight.
He was already red-hot with anger.
“Stupid cow, are you even human?”
Wind Whisper Knight Commander Cres stared at her fist, which was stretched out straight with a smooth knuckle surface.
No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like her bones were broken.
“Pain? Where’s the pain?”
Niubao asked back with a naive expression.
Although Niubao really wanted to challenge the strong, the strong man was left speechless by her, completely losing interest in continuing the fight with the beastman nun.
If he won, people would say he bullied a half-beast, which was dishonorable.
If he lost, that was even worse.
A lifetime of reputation destroyed in an instant.
And now, after dozens of rounds of sparring and warm-up, the Wind Whisper Knight Commander had a general understanding of his enemy’s strength.
Anyway, if he really set his mind on defeating this savage cow, he would definitely be severely injured himself.
‘Is this reasonable? Is this worth it? Absolutely not worth it! How much money do I get in a month? No, no, no, this is no longer a matter of money. Even if the Count pays more, I won’t do it.’
Fortunately, at that moment, a sudden strange phenomenon occurred in the rear base camp, which gave him a chance to stop.
Stop fighting for now!
Because in the barracks of the Count’s army, a strange blood mist rose inexplicably.
Under the dim sky, an environment effect comparable to the visual effects of a Heroic Spirit Summoning appeared.
What exactly was happening?
And for that, we need to go back to when Battle Priestess Shalom charged into the enemy camp all by herself, and start from the beginning.
She had been chasing Count Perry all the way and entered this ultra-large temporary barracks that could hold thirty thousand troops.
But she found it empty, with an eerie atmosphere.
The air was filled with a decaying smell.
Fortunately, Shalom was just a puppet remotely controlled by Samimi, so she boldly went in to explore without any fear.
But if Samimi herself had come alone, she would never have entered even if beaten to death.
She would have to bring Niubao.
Her earlier strange premonition had indeed come true.
The enemy’s setup was not that simple.
It must be a trap set by those mages.
Because after she entered, they all disappeared.
Even Count Perry, no one knew where he had run off to.
Shalom activated Clear Vision Technique to observe the surroundings.
Coupled with Samimi’s visual connection, she could almost achieve 360-degree observation without blind spots.
But she soon realized something was wrong.
Her Clear Vision Technique couldn’t penetrate walls.
Inside the temporary barracks were just some small wooden houses and large tents, with extremely weak structural defense.
Why couldn’t she see through them?
Samimi quickly analyzed the problem. Something’s wrong. The decaying smell in the air was actually magic particles. Someone was secretly activating some kind of isolation spell to block her Clear Vision Technique’s penetration.
The enemy actually knew that she was good at using Clear Vision Technique?
This meant that the other party must have done in-depth research on Hunter Nun Samimi and possessed extremely high-level magic.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to do such a thing.
“…”
Shalom stopped in the center of the barracks and did not continue forward.
But it was already too late.
Now, even if she wanted to retreat, she couldn’t leave.
“Lure the enemy in deep?”
Shalom muttered softly.
Dozens of mysterious black-robed mages sprang out from every corner, surrounding Shalom.
Samimi, far away on the city wall, looked grim and commented sharply:
“Didn’t that Veronica say there were only five fallen mages?”
“Now fifteen have popped up. She gave me false information, didn’t she?”
But she wasn’t really petty enough to blame the assassin miss.
She was just venting.
Because these people were likely not the same group as the Order of Compassion that Veronica mentioned.
Or rather, the Order of Compassion was just a small pawn of some larger organization.
But Shalom could sense through magic fluctuations that these fallen mages were actually quite mediocre.
At best, they were at apprentice level.
But their ages were definitely not those of apprentices.
In the words of Academy mages, these people were all “magic hillbillies.”
Samimi had actually always found it strange.
Under the high-pressure learning atmosphere inside the Continental Magic Academy, where did those street mages who were deemed failures actually go?
What were they doing?
What did they want to do?
If she herself had been treated with such high pressure, she would definitely have been thinking about revenge.
Thinking that one day she would soar to great heights and trample all those lofty Academy mages underfoot.
But based on Samimi’s understanding of magic.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, ordinary mages, no matter how much they cultivated, could never catch up to true genius mages.
And hillbilly mages were even less likely to keep up with Academy mages.
Magic possesses the hardest class divide to cross.
Because mages become more powerful as they age.
Magic also becomes richer with accumulation.
A young mage could never defeat an old mage.
There was no such thing as the lower defeating the upper.
Only a weirdo like Samimi could defeat those old geezers despite being lower level.
Even the Archbishop had to activate a Magic Domain and deal with her seriously.
“I am Shalom Payne, Chief Battle Priest of the Church Valkyrie Knight Order.”
“Who are you? What is your purpose?”
“What do so many mages gathered together want to do?”
“Don’t you know that excessive interference in mortal affairs is a violation of the Continental Mage Law?”
Shalom questioned coldly.
Meanwhile, Samimi suddenly thought of Shirley William again.
She felt that woman’s appearance in the West Sea was not simply to serve as a guard for the nobility.
She was likely investigating something.
If she had descended to the mortal world with a mission, then the investigation target was most likely these people in front of her.
“Hehehe… Hunter Nun, Cardinal Archbishop, Samimi Feiling.”
A few seconds later, a pleasant yet evil woman’s voice came from the main tent of the barracks.
The person had not yet appeared, but upon hearing the voice, Samimi had already roughly deduced the other party’s character.
It was a villainess even more villainous than herself.
It could no longer even be described with a slightly cute term like “villainess miss.”
Her voice carried a pure malice that was completely inhuman.
If one had to describe it—
“Pure beast.”