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Still refusing to concede, Lena valiantly stands up, loyal and protective in front of Sasha.
"Coco! I told you to help! Don't just stand there reading your magic book! Use that spell you're best at!!!"
Coco, frantically flipping through her book, quickly responds to her sister's call. Placing the book on the ground, she clasps her hands and rapidly chants a magical incantation. In just two seconds, a massive shield magic circle appears under her feet.
"Divine power?!"
Mengdie is shocked by the enormity and brilliance of Coco's magic circle, realizing it's even larger than the one Sasha used previously. She knows how difficult it will be to counter such powerful magic.
Not wanting to let Coco complete her divine power and reduce her chances of winning, Mengdie moves towards Coco. However, Coco's incantation is already complete. She spreads her hands, and a golden light immediately envelops Lena. Lena's lips curl into a confident smile as she raises her sword to face Mengdie again.
"Divine Power—Thousand Illusions!"
The golden light around Lena vanishes, and suddenly, thousands of Lena's images appear in the previously empty royal garden! They stand on pathways, in the bushes, sit on the pavilion, and some even stand on the shoulders of other "Lenas"! All these Lenas, without exception, face Mengdie, completely surrounding her.
"Assassin! Surrender quietly!"
A thousand Lenas speak in unison, creating a deafening blast. They all raise their gleaming knight swords, aiming at Mengdie in the center.
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At this moment, Mengdie's lips are devoid of the smile she wore earlier. She lifts her long stick, spins it around herself, then holds it behind her back. Her eyes clearly convey her seriousness, signaling the fight ahead will be no mere sparring.
Mengdie's ears stand alert, her tail gently swaying. She grips her stick, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Just then, as if on cue, the Lenas all thrust their swords towards the center, attacking Mengdie!
"(In Chinese) Sun Wukong, let me borrow your stick fighting style."
In an instant, Mengdie's eyes snap open, sharp and focused. Facing the tide of sword thrusts, she grips her stick and strikes the first illusion that enters her attack range.
"Clang!!!"
The leading illusion, before it can even get close, gets hit hard in the stomach by Mengdie's stick. The contact sounds like metal clashing, not flesh tearing. Under Mengdie's powerful strike, the illusion starts to crumble, its outer layer peeling away to reveal metallic color, then dissipates into dust.
This is the first, followed by the second, third, tenth, hundredth! Mengdie hums lightly, her steel stick blooming like a flower with each swing, accurately hitting each illusion. In the blink of an eye, a dozen more Lenas vanish into thin air.
At first glance, Coco's illusion magic seems terrifying. After all, being surrounded by a thousand people is enough to scare anyone. But the problem lies in the excess of illusions. They seem to move mechanically like puppets, their speed and power so low it's almost pitiable to Mengdie. She spins her stick, hitting an illusion behind her, then dashes forward, spiraling like a top and kicking away another dozen illusions.
"Little girl, you have too many illusions!"
Leaping atop the illusions' heads, Mengdie's hair floats under the sunlight, her gaze calm and profound. Amidst the fragrance of flowers, she rapidly descends. With a loud "boom," her stick slams into the flowerbed, cracking the ground and sending a flurry of petals into the air, gently landing on her hair, clothes, skirt, tail...
Seeing her thousand illusions fail to subdue Mengdie but instead getting dramatically reduced, Lena is shocked. She urgently calls out, "Coco! Help!"
"Yes... yes!"
Coco, noticing Mengdie's impressive performance in the flowerbed, hurriedly turns the pages of her magic book, chanting another spell.
"Goddess, please grant me the power to obliterate my enemy!"
Holding the book in one hand and reaching towards the sky with the other, Coco conjures three massive metallic sharp triangles in her palm. As Mengdie leaps out of the crowd with her stick, Coco aims her palm at her and pinches.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!"
The three triangles shoot towards Mengdie like arrows. Caught off guard in mid-air, Mengdie's heart sinks, and she swiftly swings her stick at the first triangle. With a loud "clang," the triangle is forcefully knocked to the ground, hitting a bunch of illusions.
Using the force of this strike, Mengdie barely gains another half-meter in height, placing her directly in the path of the second triangle.
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