Beatrice: Can I Join You? (5.5K)

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she ripped off her robe and let it fly away in the wind.

Her slightly faded golden hair fluttered in the wind, completely exposing her pair of elven pointed ears.

Her attire was even simpler, consisting of only a plain-colored vest over her chest and a pair of super-short shorts around her waist, with nothing else on her body. Her fair skin shone brightly in the sunlight.

Anyone who sees her beauty cannot help but be captivated.

"She is that one..."

"The one called 'God of War'..."

"The legendary elven swordsman..."

The audience was stunned by Beatrice's beauty, and Delta, who was seeing Beatrice for the first time, looked the two of them up and down.

He sniffed again.

"Lord Alpha, she looks just like you, even her scent is similar."

Alpha ignored the dog and instead focused its calm gaze on Beatrice on the field.

Her expression, devoid of joy or sorrow, made it difficult to guess what was on her mind at that moment.

"The match begins now!"

The announcer's voice echoed through the arena.

However, even though the match had already started, Mahiro and Beatrice remained completely still.

They stared at each other, as if searching for the perfect opening to attack.

"Is this... this how battles between the strong are?"

The spectators in the stands couldn't help but swallow hard, seemingly infected by the solemn atmosphere that permeated the arena.

However, as time went by, when the sunlight reached its peak and dazzled everyone's eyes...

Beatrice suddenly moved.

Clang--

She suddenly appeared in front of Mahiro, her long sword already drawn, transforming into a streak of white light as she attacked.

When!!!

A startling explosion suddenly rang out.

Beatrice's sword strike was actually smashed open by Mahiro's fist!

"Hardening" magic.

Since we can't use weapons, we'll just harden our fists and use them as weapons.

But this surprised Beatrice even more.

"So hard..."

"Hehe, the hardest part is yet to come, so don't say you can't take it."

Without pausing, his fist became a blur, sweeping past in front of him.

Call--

A gust of wind from the punch rose up, dispersing the dust that had been floating in the air.

"Wow, that's pretty sensitive."

That's right, he missed his punch.

Beatrice took a half-step back in an instant, dodging his sweeping punch.

At the same time, she seized this opportunity to fight back.

A sharp, spear-like thrusting attack hurtled towards Mahiro.

But the result...

Bite--

?!!!

Beatrice was stunned.

The opponent's movements were completely illogical, without the slightest stiffness, as if he had suddenly accelerated and directly grabbed her long sword.

"Got you!"

Mahiro pulled his longsword, causing the elven swordswoman to stumble, and then punched her directly in the back.

Instant strike!

Thump!

"Cough--"

The force of the punch penetrates the body.

The powerful force of the punch pierced through Beatrice's body, erupting from her chest and striking the ground!

With that punch, Beatrice felt as if her chest had been forcibly squeezed, all the air was expelled, and she almost fainted.

Fortunately, he regained his senses at the last moment before landing, quickly braced himself with both hands on the ground, and jumped backward.

"Not to be underestimated..."

Beatrice clutched her chest, gasping for breath with a bright red fist mark on her back, her eyes filled with a solemn expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

She initially thought she had prepared herself mentally enough to deal with this man, but she had underestimated him after all...

"But I can't lose!"

For the sake of her niece's whereabouts, she had to win against this man no matter what!

Before the dust had even settled, Beatrice cleaved through the dust with a single slash and charged forward.

They engaged in combat once again.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already clashed dozens of times.

Mahiro's fist and the God of War's longsword clashed repeatedly.

Everyone held their breath as they watched the two fight.

It looked like a stunning dance performance.

The battle was so swift and decisive that it was impossible for the naked eye to keep up. Even as the heatwave made them sweat profusely, no one dared to reach out and wipe away the sweat.

They were afraid that a single action might overlook a detail.

The battle between the two brought the "Bushin Festival" to its climax!

Chapter 223 Beatrice: Can I join? (5.5K)

When--!!!

Beatrice was defeated once again.

The ankle boots stomped hard on the ground, leaving two trails.

This was already the umpteenth time she had been knocked away.

Despite her face being covered in dust, Beatrice immediately got up and jumped back to create some distance.

Immediately, the spot where she had been standing was smashed open by Mahiro, creating a crater.

"It's like a cat playing with a mouse..."

After dodging, Beatrice looked at the figure standing in the sunlight and couldn't help but have this thought.

The reason I was able to block the opponent's attack was not only because of my intuition, but also because the opponent did not use their true skills.

Although this feeling was vague and intangible, she could sense it.

The audience in the stands were completely stunned.

The legendary God of War was completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back at all???

They were witnesses to the entire match.

But all they saw was the Martial Goddess rushing forward only to be instantly knocked back, then charging again only to be sent flying once more.

This process is repeated.

They had no idea what had happened, and they certainly couldn't believe that person's fist was so hard.

Able to clash head-on with the God of War's sword!

"You dodged it again, really."

Mahiro slowly stood up on the broken ground and casually dusted off the dust that had settled on his clothes.

"However, we've dragged this out long enough; it's time for the game to end."

As he spoke, he loosened his collar, unbuttoned his cuffs, and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

The muscles on his exposed forearms were clearly defined, and he gradually got into a stance.

Something has changed...

Beatrice frowned slightly.

She sensed that Yotsuba Mahiro's presence was gradually fading away; he was standing right there, within her sight, yet it seemed as if he wasn't there at all.

It was as if what was standing there was just a holographic image.

"Let's begin."

"--!"

Yotsuba Mahiro suddenly disappeared from her sight!

Immediately following, a faint stinging sensation came from her right cheek, causing Beatrice to instinctively raise her longsword to block.

In an instant, the incoming attack was blocked.

"So heavy..."

The immense force transmitted through the blade caused her arms to tremble uncontrollably.

This is on a completely different level from the attack just now!

"Good parry."

Mahiro praised.

He did not press his advantage, but instead gave Beatrice a much-needed chance to catch her breath.

Beatrice was panting heavily as she stared at the man named Yotsuba Mahiro.

Although she barely managed to block that attack, she knew very well that it was purely due to intuition and luck.

Why can't I detect the scent?

Is it simply because the other party is fast?

No, quite the opposite. Compared to the beginning, Yotsuba Mahiro's speed is now slower, but she has become completely different.

They have become even more difficult to catch.

Beatrice found the answer in her long life of battle.

Perfectly natural.

That's right, it's perfectly natural.

It seems to have blended into its surroundings and nature.

In combat, a swift and decisive attack is indeed a significant threat when facing an opponent.

However, no matter how fast an attack is, preparation is always necessary.

Even without any preparatory action, she could sense from experience the moment the opponent was about to launch an attack.