Is Picking on an Idiot Fun? (Continued)

"Mm~~"

So the so-called big surprise was a fluttering red banner. It had only been slightly modified: the hidden rapier inside had been replaced with a concert microphone. Seele was confused, unable to understand why her brother-in-law had given her this thing.

"I'll only demonstrate it once."

Zhao Bai spoke mysteriously.

The blazing sun hung overhead, and the crimson banner fluttered in the wind. Zhao Bai leaped onto the stage in a spirited fighting stance.

This was a bullfight.

Zhao Bai lightly shook the banner in his hand. The microphone's metal casing reflected a silvery-white gleam, like a teasing provocation that stopped just short. Rosaliya noticed the strange light. Her watery eyes darted around, her feet tapped lightly, and her long tail lowered as her body vanished in a burst of speed.

Super Headbutt!

Whoosh—

The banner unfurled, and the figures crossed.

All was silent.

It lasted only an instant. Zhao Bai stood calmly where he was. Rosaliya's strike missed, and she immediately turned around to launch a second wave of attacks. Zhao Bai continued to evade with composure, like an experienced master matador.

Seele was dumbfounded.

But what came next was even more absurd. After toying with Rosaliya for several rounds, Zhao Bai seized an opening and swiftly tossed the banner wrapped around the microphone to Seele.

"Seele, catch!"

"Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh????"

Seele was stunned.

Rosaliya had already charged over like a bull in the traditional sense. Seele hurriedly dodged and shifted around. Though she was nowhere near as graceful as Zhao Bai, dealing with Rosaliya's completely unstructured attacks was still more than manageable.

The two fell into a stalemate.

Zhao Bai wiped away some sweat and walked over to Bronya and Liliya.

"Do you understand our plan now?"

"We understand."

Bronya and Liliya