Ash is Mine

"Is that some new kind of insult?"

The Red-Haired Swordswoman sneered. "Plenty of people call me a demon. You're the first to call me an angel."

Would a projection possessed by an angel know it was an angel? If it knew, would it confess or pretend?

Ash couldn't judge, but he didn't need to judge right now. He said sincerely, "I'm not here to take revenge or catch you. I'm here to help you!"

"The great celebrity Ash Hiss, helping a wanted criminal like me? What do you take me for, some ignorant little girl?" The Red-Haired Swordswoman's Sword Momentum suddenly turned manic, and her voice grew even more shrill and venomous. "You think you can fool me? You think I'll let my guard down and let you scheme against me because of that? You vile, shameless, lowborn bastard, I'm going to shove my sword up through your—"

"Shut up." Ash's Sword Momentum sped up in response. "My tolerance limit for your swearing is 'Little Speaker.'"

"Ha, why should I listen to some orphan bastard like you?" she cursed wildly. "Trash, go die!"

She suddenly held her sword horizontally in front of her. Ash, not understanding why, slashed at it, and the moment it was like touching some invisible thread, the Red-Haired Swordswoman abruptly began to dance. Her longsword traced an exquisite arc and launched an attack from a blind spot Ash couldn't defend!

Ash recognized the prototype of this move in an instant—it was none other than Sword Maiden's self-created Miracle, Meteor Tribulation!

By this point, Ash finally understood completely the relationship between projections and their original bodies. No wonder those who were in high positions in reality were still in high positions in the Starry Sky; no wonder Nia's Swordsmanship Realm could actually rival a Legendary Arcanist's.

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