“Your dead meat tramp!”
The Mysterious Mistress was shocked out of her panties (If she was wearing any) when she heard the distance from which White Demon’s voice was coming from. “This is…?” looking above her, she got a glimpse of several spinning electrical currents aiming towards her head. “With the added effects of her Soul Insignia, those circular saw blades have become really troublesome.”
Whoosh!
A circular saw blade almost slice the Mysterious Mistress in half, luckily she counter-parried it in time with her Chain of the Flaming Ghoul Riders but she lost a quarter of her chain in the process. It also was about to exceed its maximum utilization rate. “Dammit! I can’t use this so carelessly anymore. I better hurry and locate another Soul Insignia that I can use.
Each Soul Insignia that was acquired inside the Ghoul Stadium had a life expectancy attached to it. Meaning that they could only be used for a set period until they’ve exceeded the maximum durability rate or until they were destroyed by other means. Unlike White Demon who had a built-in attack-type system installed on her Motor, the Mysterious Mistress’s Motor only had a built-in speed mechanism so she had to collect Soul Insignias if she wanted to battle with a higher rate of success.
White Demon compelled all of her lightning-fast blades to skewer the Mysterious Mistress. “Stay still so I can cut you down! Stop scurrying around like a scared little rodent!”
“As if I would listen to you! Go tell your mother whose snatch you crawled out of to stay still!” After insulting White Demon, the Mysterious Mistress soon found out that she had made a grave mistake.
“Whose hole did you just say I crawled out of?!” White Demon gritted her teeth in anguish until blood started trickling down her enamels. It seemed as if she was remembering some sad memories. “How dare you! How dare you remind me of that ugly witch who called herself my mother?! I’m done messing around with you. It’s time for you to dance with the demons!” White Demon's anger increased her battle prowess. She lowered her altitude 1 metre from the ground and positioned her Motor directly behind the Mysterious Mistress.
“What is she up too?” The Mysterious Mistress wheelie her motorbike over a Rank-B Field Monster who was in her path. By the time she glanced behind her, the Rank-B Field Monster had already been chopped to mince by White Demon’s Bull Razor. “Those blades are really vicious. If one so much as grazed me then I’ll be completely finished. I can’t let that happen. I must find another Soul Insignia.” The Mysterious Mistress was getting impatient, she needed to find a weapon that could combat against White Demon’s Bull Razor. As she thought about this, an entrance to a catacomb came into view 138 metres away from her current position. “If I can make it there then she won’t be able to follow me with her Motor being so huge.”
White Demon was also aware of the catacomb and knew what her prey was thinking. “I won’t let that happen!” As she screamed out, White Demon stood up and began typing in some numerical values on her dashboard. Moments later, the multiple lightning circular saw blades that were chasing behind the Mysterious Mistress suddenly quadrupled in size then formed a blade prison which encompassed her and cut off her escape.
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“This doesn’t look good. I have to use my Soul Insignia and activate my special skill if I wish to survive against that demon’s dreadful blades. I was saving this for when I got closer to the finish but I’m left with no other choice.” The Mysterious Mistress aroused the Soul Insignis on her right hand.
“Come out! Chain of the Flaming Ghoul Riders!” A 10-metre-long chain with Ghoul Bikes for the linked sections blazed up out of her blue Soul Insignia. “Selain, go into Adaptive Mode! I’m going to try something risky.” The Mysterious Tomb Rider’s motorbike exude some dark smoke from its exhaust which made it very difficult for everyone to see what was taking place.
“That tramp! Don’t think that you can pull a fast one over on me! Bull Razor! Chop away that smoke screen and secure the entrance to the catacomb!”
‘Yes, ma’am!’ was what White Demon’s Motor would have said if it was capable of human dialect. It started creating a vacuum by twisting 2 blades in opposing directions. Before the smoke screen could be entirely sucked away, White Demon heard a voice saying ‘Devour it, Selain!’ she even saw a flash of bright blue light.
“???” Everyone in the audience including the Initiator was anticipating the next mystery that they were about to uncover from paying attention to the Mysterious Tomb Rider.
“Hey, everyone, look! The smoke screen finally died down.”
“Ah, uh? What happened to the Mysterious Tomb Rider?”
“Dude, are you blind? Take a good look, that’s her.”
“No way! What sort of transformation is that? I didn’t know a Motor could do that!”
“Well you live and you’ll learn they say. That Tomb Rider sure is a mystery.”
“Nice job Selain. The transformation was a success.” The Mysterious Mistress was facing White Demon’s Bull Razor with a hint of braggadocio, no longer was she trying to flee. The reason was her Motor had undergone a drastic evolution. Its body had enlarged; the handlebar grew in length then curved backwards as if it was a side rail; the footrest along with the midriff was comprised of flaming skulls and its wheels in addition to their components became almost phantasmal.
Selain expelled a whole lot of Blue fumes from her newly upgraded mufflers which were in a group of twos on each side of her body. Her dark frame had adopted a temperature of over 2000 degrees Fahrenheit! The reason why the Mysterious Mistress’s ass wasn’t burning up was due to her Motor's transformation that affected her as well. Earlier when she called out her Soul Insignia and told her Motor to go into Adaptive Mode, she let her Motorbike consumed the Chain of the Flaming Ghoul Riders Soul Insignia. After this had happened, her Motor began to change while expressing the qualities of her devoured Soul Insignia. The Mysterious Mistress's body was completely overridden with flames of a blue and orange mixture. Atop her head was a soulless shinigami that was twirling around a death scythe.
When the other Tomb Riders who were close by saw this, their hearts skipped more than just one beat. “Who the hell is that chick? She must be a veteran from the Mid-class to be able to pull off a move like that.”
“I don’t think so. If she was a Mid-class then the Initiator wouldn’t have allowed her to participate with lower Sub-classes like us.”
“You have a point but, isn’t it also possible for a higher-class Tomb Rider to disguise their level?”
“I guess but the Initiator isn’t making a move so she probably is just a lower Sub-class like us. I can’t wait to see what happens next.” The surrounding Tomb Riders postponed their reaping of Ghoul Souls to watch the showdown between the Mysterious Mistress and the rampaging White Demon.
The Initiator who was watching from his above position seemed a bit wildered by the Mysterious Mistress’s Motor. “That Motor... Why do I have the feeling that I’ve seen it before? Strange... It is the first time for that Tomb Rider to be registered in our entry so why can’t I shake this feeling of deja vu?” Puzzled was the Initiator’s mind as he tried to figure out the true nature of the Mysterious Mistress.