The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 213



138. The Weeping Snake (V)

The blades clashed, like shadows and forms intertwining.

In the depths of the night, two figures danced with weapons that bore a slight resemblance, their movements smooth and flawless, managing within a short span of time to prevent the torrential rain from touching them even a fraction.

Aside from the peculiar absence of sound amidst the battle, anyone watching would consider this an incredibly fierce and evenly matched fight.

But the female demon felt increasingly uneasy.

Incredibly fierce? Evenly matched?

Is this really how one should describe a battle between a peak third-tier and a late second-tier fighter?

Are you sure saying it out loud won’t make others laugh their teeth out?

Looking at Mu En Campbell’s face, which showed no sign of fear during the fierce combat, but instead grew increasingly fanatical and grim, the demoness’s expression darkened.

What a joke.

Realm, strength, power—by all accounts, she should have the advantage.

The only thing her opponent could bring to the table was that sudden, inexplicable increase in speed by several times.

However, the gap between a peak third-tier and a second-tier is vast; even if his speed temporarily increased severalfold, it merely gave him a slight edge, not enough to compensate for the difference in strength. Yet it was precisely this “slight edge” that drove her to the brink of madness.

The demoness felt as if she were fighting an eel.

An eel that seemed to see through all her moves!

The man before her was incredibly slippery in this battle, never lingering or greedy for a strike; after skillfully evading her attacks as if he were predicting them, he would swiftly slash at her a few times before dodging again.

Why had there been so little sound between the two for most of the day?

Because their weapons hardly ever clashed!

Yet, in just a minute or two of fighting, the demoness had already accumulated dozens of wounds on her body. These wounds, though not deep, under Elizabeth’s influence, brought a searing pain that nearly drove the demoness insane.

The cultist indeed had strong vitality, but the demoness knew she was not immortal. If this continued, she would be slowly drained to death!

“Why? Why can’t I hit you!”

The demoness shrieked, her curved blade suddenly erupting with a moonlit, cold blue gleam. Mu En’s heart tightened, and he quickly withdrew to evade.

The cold gleam carved a massive fissure in the ground, its power sufficient to obliterate Mu En into a fine mist ten times over.

Yet no matter how powerful the attack, if it doesn’t land, it is utterly useless.

On the contrary, the demoness, having overexerted her strength, found it difficult to expel the lingering holy light within her. Many of her wounds reopened, turning her into a bloodied figure.

“It seems Miss Demoness isn’t as confident as before.”

Mu En wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned.

“Do you have the Eye of Magic?”

“Such a rare thing as the Eye of Magic, how could I possibly have one?”

“Can you foresee the future?”

“The future is elusive and unpredictable. As an ordinary duke’s son, it’s naturally impossible for me.”

“Then how did you evade my attacks?”

The succubus was no longer as composed as before; her eyes were filled with malice and ferocity as she asked sharply, “Not only that, several times you clearly anticipated my attacks!”

“Just a trivial little trick.”

Mu En smiled nonchalantly, using this brief moment to crush the magic crystal in his hand and restore his nearly depleted magic.

……

Being able to suppress the succubus by a whole stage certainly didn’t rely on any small tricks.

What it relied on the most was the tenfold time of the Eternal Clock.

With his own time extended, it wasn’t just his speed that increased, but also his thinking.

This allowed Mu En to have more ample time to react and to ponder his opponent’s moves during the battle.

And coincidentally, instead of learning something else, the succubus chose to fight bare-skinned like some educational films from certain island nations.

This made every muscle movement and every gathering of strength completely transparent to Mu En.

This created an effect in the succubus’s eyes that seemed like he could foresee the future.

As previously mentioned, the succubus had a significant lack of direct combat experience; otherwise, if it were any other peak three-stage powerhouse, Mu En wouldn’t have been able to gain an advantage through such a clever trick.

Just like that adventurer recorded in the Black Book, who also fought bare-skinned, but Mu En never dared to judge his moves based on his muscle movements, because for true powerhouses, even the slightest body movements could be traps to lure the enemy into a false sense of security.

……

“I underestimated you, Mu En Campbell.”

The succubus suddenly took a deep breath; her gaze remained gloomy, but her expression gradually calmed down.

“Sometimes I really doubt if you are truly the pampered son of a duke? This ruthlessness, this experience, this calmness—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you were raised in a sea of corpses and rivers of blood.”

“Haha, people often ask me that, but I think, perhaps some people are just exceptionally gifted and born this way.”

Mu En chuckled and casually bantered a few words.

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But his heart gradually sank.

Because seeing the succubus like this…

“Originally, time was on my side, but now it seems I can’t afford to delay any longer, or I’ll end up being cut to pieces by you.”

The succubus spread her arms wide, her long hair dancing wildly, and an eerie light suddenly burst forth from her eyes.

Here it comes!

Mu En also took a deep breath, his muscles involuntarily tensing up.

Next, she would surely unleash her advantages and release her martial prowess at the peak of the three stages…

“【Prayer】”

The voice of the female demon was cold and clear, like a flowing stream.

But as those two words fell, everything seemed to quiet down, not even the slightest sound of rain could be heard.

It was as if the entire world was waiting in silence for her next words.

“[O great Lord of the Dark Night, God of the Lightless, Ruler of all shadows and the stillness of death, the Silent Moon—]”

“[Please respond to the call of your humble servant, and here, bestow your great power.]”

Not a martial technique, but… a prayer?

At that moment, watching the demoness’s alluring red lips part, Mu En gritted his teeth, unable to suppress his anger, cursing out loud in his heart.

Damn it, is this how it’s going to be?

Not even throwing a few martial techniques to test the waters, but directly summoning the evil god?

This is utterly lacking in martial ethics; is there any justice in this?

A third-tier calling for help from a second-tier, and without hesitation? How shameless!

But Mu En could no longer stop the demoness’s prayer; he could only watch helplessly as she cast a mocking glance at him, then clearly articulated the subsequent eulogy, word by word.

Because Mu En already felt completely immobilized.

The cold moonlight fell, beautiful enough to make one sigh, yet Mu En felt not a hint of beauty, only an endless chill that froze his body.

Under the moonlight, Mu En’s shadow was stretched long, and then, astonishingly, his shadow began to move on its own, transforming into countless tendrils that wrapped around his body, pulling him down toward the ground.

A cacophony filled his ears, like countless venomous snakes hissing beside him.

The immense pressure made him feel as if he were submerged in the cold, silent deep sea, his blood barely able to flow.

Forced to lie on the ground, drenched by the pouring rain, Mu En silently gazed up at the sky, at the eerie blue moon that cast a cold, indifferent gaze upon him.

Suddenly, he grinned, extending his barely movable middle finger toward that lofty deity, uttering a perfectly enunciated phrase from his homeland.

“Fool.”