The Legendary Crime Scene

In the otherworldly space where silver-gray light shimmered, two figures, one in purple and one in black, stood facing each other.

Two sharp, unyielding beams of light were brewing an awe-inspiring power. The surrounding chaotic tide, resembling a swirling dragon or a venomous python, was torn apart and shattered by an invisible vortex. Thick clouds hung low, and a terrifying sense of oppression was like the collapse of mountain peaks.

Suddenly, Scathach's lips curled into a cold smile. The surrounding torrent of Aether Torrent burst forth, and the purple light burned fiercely like flames. Her agile and swift figure instantly advanced a hundred meters, and her Scarlet Demon Spear, covered with ferocious barbs, slammed down from the air.

Samael's Serpent Eyes narrowed. He had anticipated the sneak attack that came without warning and showed no martial ethics. He shifted his feet to the side and dodged it. At the same time, he stepped close to the black Cross Spear sealed in the Magecraft circle inside Scathach's three-dimensional space. The spear hummed and trembled violently the moment it appeared in the world, its cold light flickering.

Guns flashed, thorns pierced, and the gusts of wind carried a mournful wail like that of ghosts and gods.

Queen Scathach, a veteran of countless battles, made full use of her unparalleled martial arts skills to maintain the distance between the two at the optimal range for the sweeping and slashing of her magic spear.

Samael, caught up in the rhythm, awakened his beastly powers, attempting to seize control of the battlefield by using the keen senses and reflexes of a snake to outmaneuver his opponent. However, after several attempts, he only managed to leave behind scratches from the thorns and returned empty-handed.

Scathach took the initiative, her spear gleaming like a star, forcing Samael to parry and slash left and right, summoning her Monstrous Strength to resist the domineering magic.

The collision of the two forces almost extinguished all life, and the light and shadow sweeping across the four directions were like the scythe of God of Death, carving the space into a thousand holes.

Samael and Scathach, at the center of the storm, each sought out their opponent's weaknesses, subtly and precisely adjusting their postures to repeatedly avoid vital points. Their seemingly gruesome wounds healed quickly as the granulation tissue writhed.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, ether raged and crashed, the sounds of metal clashing were incessant, the battle grew increasingly fierce, yet the situation remained deadlocked.

In fact, in terms of pure marksmanship, Samael is slightly inferior to Scathach.

After all, the ancient serpent had limited talent, and his current achievements were mostly the result of trial and error. The only person who could be considered his teacher was a hero like Leonidas, a last-generation Divine Blood Hero.

Therefore, Samael relied more on the manipulation of power, which in turn limited the honing of his marksmanship.

This Queen of the Land of Shadows is a born fighting spirit. She has spent a thousand years of emotions and a thousand years of time on her two magic spears.

If a single strike of the spear reaches the pinnacle of skill, even a god could be slain.

To gain a decisive advantage over Scathach in marksmanship and achieve a decisive victory is virtually impossible.

"Puff!"

As a chunk of flesh was torn from his ribs, Samael convulsed and groaned, retreating repeatedly, narrowly avoiding the demonic spear that was about to smash down on him. At this moment, the dripping blood had already floated and accumulated into shallow puddles in the spatial realm created by the two of them.

"Laugh!"

Similarly, Scathach's arm was once again ripped open by the Cross Spear, leaving a gruesome wound that sprayed crimson blood all around.

After several fierce battles, the elegant long dress that hindered the movement of the Queen of the Land of Shadows was torn in many places, and the intricate edges were torn off, revealing her round and firm thighs. Her cleavage was occasionally exposed during the movement, and the fabric, stained with blood, was crimson in patches, creating a kind of ferocious and eerie beauty.

Hmm...

The long-lost pain is truly something to miss and something to be excited about!

Scathach wiped a trickle of blood from the wound on her lower abdomen, raised her hand to admire the vibrant color, her blood-red eyes radiating a unique brilliance, her fiery aura boiling once more, and her Scarlet Demon Spear poised to fire.

"Stop! Same rules as always, I concede!"

Seeing this, Samael, covered in blood and looking miserable, felt his eyelids twitch, grimaced and gasped for breath, and decisively raised his hands in surrender.

"Bang!"

However, a red light, like a thunderclap, suddenly appeared, and the backward-growing thorns gleamed with a chilling light. The terrifying forest of spears filled Samael's entire field of vision in the blink of an eye.

"Again?!"

The ancient Serpent Eyes contracted sharply, as if spring-loaded, and it retreated rapidly, shrieking as it narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the Scarlet Demon Spear.

"You won't die from this level of injury."

Scathach stepped forward, drew her weapon, raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and spoke with certainty.

"It's just a friendly spar! It's a friendly spar! Does it have to be like a crime scene every time?"

Looking at his body, which was almost entirely devoid of healthy snakeskin, Samael felt a surge of frustration and bitterness.

I knew it! Whenever I spar with this woman, it always turns into a life-or-death struggle!

Why don't you even know why I'm afraid to visit Land of Shadows? Don't you have any self-awareness? Wouldn't it be better if we all had a cup of tea and talked about our life ideals?

When we meet, we're all exhausted and we'll break a sweat. How can we possibly have fun together like this?

Scathach didn't take it seriously, but offered a quiet reminder.

"In any battle, there is no room for relaxation. How will you know your limits if I don't push you to the brink? And how will you defeat me?"

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!"

Samael gave a dry laugh, his eyes darting around as he furtively backed away.

"If I'm right, then why are you running away?"

Shaka's smile widened as he twirled his magic spear, his gaze fixed on the slippery serpent.

Nonsense! If we don't run, are we just going to wait to be turned into a hornet's nest by you?

Seeing that his secret was exposed, Samael decisively fled towards the Space Node, not forgetting to complain bitterly.

"I already said I admit defeat, so I'm not playing anymore, okay?"

"No!"

Scathach's lips curved into a pleased smile, her crimson eyes gleaming, and the magic spear in her hand pierced the sky, mercilessly striking her opponent.

With its keen senses, the ancient serpent twisted its spine as if pulling out a blade, narrowly avoiding the attack. The demonic spear, stained with a trace of blood, remained embedded in front of it, its tail trembling.

"If you still retain anything, you will truly die! I will show you..."

The Queen of the Land of Shadows leaped forward, her right hand gripping her magic spear as she gave a stern warning.

However, just as the distance between them rapidly closed to within two meters, the figure in front suddenly took a step back, its narrowed Serpent Eyes flashing with a sinister light.

At the same time, a sudden, rapid punch from below slammed into Scathach's abdomen with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

The beautiful body of the Queen of the Land of Shadows drew a poignant arc in mid-air, flying backward like a cannonball, scattering the boundless chaotic waves along its path.

"Want to pursue me? It won't be that easy, old friend."

At this moment, Samael turned around leisurely, released his Pankrasin fighting stance, loosened his joints, gave a curt piece of advice, and then prepared to tear open the spatial dimension to end this deadly sparring match.