Although the time she had once lived in Sweet Home was already a distant memory from ten years ago for Oko, as a child who had grown up under Fente's instruction and training, Oko still knew perfectly well just how powerful her teacher truly was.
Whether in swordsmanship or overall strength, Fente was far beyond anything an ordinary fifth-level Nightmare Sensor could rival.
Even Betasha, the eldest daughter who had previously fought Oko all the way across the heavens and earth, was utterly incomparable to the mother and mentor who had raised her.
Oko knew all of this perfectly well.
Therefore, in order to raise her chances of killing her former swordsmanship mentor as much as possible, Oko had to use every method at her disposal.
There were no dishonorable methods—only differences in efficiency when it came to killing the enemy.
That was the mindset and attitude a hunter ought to possess when facing powerful prey.
Then, when Fente chased after her in alarm and closed to within three meters behind Oko—
The Pink-Haired Hunter's body, which had been falling vertically like a kite with its string cut, instantly shed its outward pretense of weakness and abruptly performed a midair flip before the Tailor Clown.
The next instant, her snow-white bare feet entwined in crimson ribbons burst into scarlet radiance, while the three Round Sun blades carried by her cherry-blossom hair whipped up a biting gale.
Under Fente's suddenly frozen gaze, Oko spun around and shattered layer upon layer of sonic barriers with a single kick. Her entire body immediately fused with the momentum of her swords, becoming a dazzling streak of cherry and crimson light as she flashed straight toward Fente's bloated body and its open embrace.
At this moment, even though Oko had only just begun accelerating, her