"I'm going to kill you!" Just as Punk was feeling rather satisfied with his "masterpiece," a hoarse, low roar brimming with profound fury exploded beside him. The roar carried endless hatred, as if it had spread from the depths of hell itself!
A young female warrior in light armor had just pulled her longsword from the chest of a Konola City Guard soldier. It seemed she had just erupted with battle qi and leaped onto the city wall. Now, this beautiful girl—who would absolutely have been goddess-level on Earth—glared fixedly at Punk with tear-filled eyes overflowing with hatred. Her gauntleted hands gripped the hilt so tightly that it creaked, while the battle qi surging from her grief and rage sent her damaged armored skirt fluttering into the air, revealing jade-white legs that were still beautiful despite the smears of grime upon them!
"Looks like your friend was unfortunately... hmm... gloriously sacrificed in battle." Punk lightly pointed toward a patch of scorched earth below the wall.
"You bastard, you scoundrel, you actually killed Tsikal! I absolutely, absolutely won't... Despicable!" Before the female warrior could finish speaking, Punk directly activated the Geka's Flying Flame stored within his staff. Terrifying flames shot straight toward the young knight's head. The scorching blaze erupted like a tornado, engulfing both the female warrior and the surrounding Konola City Guard soldiers. In an instant, every nearby soldier, ally and enemy alike, was reduced to charred remains.
Taking advantage of Geka's Flying Flame obstructing the female warrior's vision, Punk rapidly retreated. As a mage, keeping away from combat professionals was absolutely necessary!
The female warrior charged out of the scorching smoke kicked up by the flames. Though she had blocked Punk's attack with the protection of her battle qi, she had clearly expended a great deal. As she panted heavily, her full chest rose and fell. Combined with her battered armor, it created a peculiar sort of sensual beauty blooming amid the battlefield!
But Punk had never been one to cherish beauty. That had been true in the past, would be true in the future, and was especially true now! Forget a single flower—even if it were an entire field of flowers, he would not hesitate to smash it with a spell!
Seeing his opponent emerge from the flames, Punk fired another Bouncing Spell before the female warrior had recovered. Several times stronger than the Apprentice Level Minor Telekinetic Projectile, the Bouncing Spell possessed a terrifying speed of five or six times the speed of sound. With a piercing shriek, a gold coin—because he had money—shot toward the female warrior's eyes, which radiated blinding hatred, with lightning speed!
Clang!!! At the critical moment, the female warrior swung her longsword with such speed that only an afterimage remained. The side of her battle qi-infused iron blade knocked away Punk's gold coin, leaving a deep crater in the city wall!
"Wow, not bad!" Punk continued launching all sorts of low-consumption spells at the female warrior while swiftly retreating under the effects of Haste, smashing aside every ordinary soldier blocking his way. Having been drained to her limits by the intense expenditure, the young woman could not use combat techniques to close the distance between herself and Punk. She could only passively defend against his spells!
"You despicable bastard! Your cruel methods not only insulted our soldiers and... and brave Tsikal, but even dragged your own companions into your attacks. Don't you feel ashamed?" Tears ran down the girl's smooth cheeks as she questioned Punk with a hoarse roar!
"Unfortunately, although I know this does indeed qualify as cruelty in the broad sense, but..." Punk coldly watched the enraged female warrior. "...I... don't feel anything at all." Punk softly spoke the most sincere truth from the depths of his heart!
The young knight seemed stunned. Her eyes widened as she stared at Punk in disbelief, as though she were looking at some indescribable, incomprehensible... monster...
"But you, that trash named Carl actually mattered so much to you. Was he your lover? Wow~ What a pity. Now..." Punk made a gesture of looking down at the corpses scattered beneath the city wall. "...if you move quickly, you might still be able to collect some of his ashes. Of course, if your little lover had no distinguishing features... digging him out of that disgusting pile of roasted meat might be a little difficult!"
With an indifferent yet teasing tone, Punk mercilessly tore open the girl's bloody wound. Already overwhelmed with grief, the female warrior cracked her pearly teeth from rage at Punk's cruel "mockery," and drops of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth!
"I... am... going... to... kill... you----!" Like a bereaved beast crying out in despair, the girl growled her furious words. Raising her gleaming battle qi-infused longsword, she squeezed the last trace of battle qi from her petite body and charged at Punk, completely abandoning all defense!
"Yaaahhhhhhh!"
Accompanied by a frenzied yet tragic roar, accompanied by a conviction of vengeance engraved into her bones, the female warrior's longsword slashed fiercely downward at Punk... But the sensation of steel cutting through flesh that she had imagined never came! The "Punk" she had cleaved in two with her all-out combat technique slowly distorted into an illusion in the air, then dissipated without a trace...
"Goodbye, unknown warrior!"
By the time the stunned girl reacted, the real Punk was standing at least five meters diagonally behind the severed illusion, calmly watching the pale-faced girl before him, whose battle qi had already been exhausted.
In truth, while Punk had stopped retreating, he had already cast a Journeyman Level Abjuration Spell during a gap between simple spell casts—Minor Light and Shadow Illusion. Although this spell, which created a mirage by distorting light, had a simple structure, perfectly misleading an enemy's vision was extremely difficult. It was therefore hard to deceive relatively rational opponents. However, the female warrior, enraged by Punk, had been completely consumed by fury. Having already resolved to perish alongside him, she had no rationality left to speak of. Coupled with the system's precise analysis, the "mirage" Punk created almost completely distorted the light reaching the female warrior's eyes, causing her final desperate attack to fail utterly!
"Damn it, I... how could I... fall in a place like this? I still haven't... avenged Tsikal!" Tears streamed down the female warrior's face as she used every ounce of strength she had left, bracing herself against her longsword and trembling as she tried to stand once more.
But Punk had no interest in waiting for the girl to awaken some "hidden potential," nor could she possibly have any hidden potential. This was a cruel world. Such things simply did not exist!
The dazzling gleam of a gold coin briefly flashed across Punk's crystalline fingertips. A Bouncing Spell flew toward the girl's head with precision, ruthlessness, and finality—her head now devoid of even a trace of battle qi protection...
Countless scattered, shattered, brilliant, and bloody flowers bloomed upon Konola's city wall, splattering everywhere across the broken stone and rubble beneath Punk's indifferent gaze!
There's been a problem with the author's dashboard lately. It got banned for no reason. Not happy.
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