Fang Zheng seriously wondered whether karma truly existed in this world.
All right, he had made Princess Mira use Kuriyama Mirai as an alias in Conan World, but that was mainly just a homophone joke. After all, both Mirai and Mira were pronounced "MIRA." Surnames were hard to pick, so he had casually chosen one he was familiar with.
Good thing it was not Hatsune Mirai, or would they have had to listen to the Leek Spin Song here?
Ievan Polkka, ah la cha cha ah li di ah di di, la ba li geng li beng li lang bo...
Fang Zheng shook his head, temporarily blocking out that brainwashing magical song before looking ahead again.
Honestly, watching Kuriyama Mirai fight was rather shocking.
She was like one of those peerless masters in a wuxia novel. Normally, she looked sickly and fragile, as if a gust of wind could knock her over, but once a fight started, she struck more ruthlessly than anyone.
Like right now. If you only looked at her expression, she seemed like a little girl being bullied by a huge crowd, tears in the corners of her eyes and cheeks flushed red as she cried, "Don't come any closer! I'm so scared!"
Then, with an eighteen-hit combo from her Blood Blade—stabbing, slicing, hacking, and cutting—she turned every charging enemy into minced meat.
That contrast was far more terrifying than a fierce-looking burly man using the same techniques.
Look, Shido Hikari and the others were dumbfounded now. They did not even know whether they should go help.
If they had only looked at her face and listened to her voice, they definitely would have rushed in to help. But when they saw those monsters being effortlessly cut down by the Blood Blade... that was another matter entirely.