The first match of the quarterfinals.
Ended with Princess Sheng Luqian's crushing defeat.
The audience was not overly shocked by this. All they felt was a deep sense of regret.
After all, this Jobless Freelancer had already proven his strength to them in the previous matches.
Whether Princess Sheng Luqian won this match or the Jobless Freelancer won, neither outcome would have been surprising.
What the audience lamented was...
The three of them had won far too easily!
A single Blackflame Hurricane had utterly inflicted severe injuries upon Princess Sheng Luqian.
It was a little unbelievable.
Even if she lost, she should not have lost so ridiculously badly!
"No..."
"How exactly did that Blackflame Hurricane pass through the Demon-Warding Vortex?"
"Forget you—Princess Sheng Luqian herself was probably baffled too."
Indeed.
Even though Princess Sheng Luqian had already been revived, she was lying on a luxurious, soft bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She was baffled too.
Even now, she was still wondering why her Demon-Warding Slash, specifically meant to counter magic skills, had failed.
In the previous matches, that move had worked without fail.
Every magic-class opponent she faced had been driven to distraction by her Demon-Warding Slash.
Except...
That Jobless Freelancer!
At that thought.
That tall, aloof, and indifferent figure surfaced in her mind again.
Her hand involuntarily drifted to her slender, snow-white neck.
Ah...
The suffocating sensation that had surged up when that Freelancer clutched her throat tightly had left her both despairing and... comfortable.
Coupled with that utterly icy, indifferent gaze, as though he did not even see her as a person, she had nearly gone numb with pleasure and fainted on the spot.
No...
Her body was starting to heat up...
Outside the hospital room, Holy Light Spirit Kite had only just opened the door when