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Mengdie lets out a quiet hum, grips her stick, and at the precise moment the triangle strikes, she raises her stick to block its base, pressing her body down, then leans back to dodge the second triangle.
"Assassin! Prepare to die!"
Hundreds of Lenas shout in unison, throwing their swords towards Mengdie, who is now inescapably mid-air. The third triangle, aiming for Mengdie's abdomen, is already on its way.
"(In Chinese) Ah, quite the thrill!"
Facing imminent death, the girl's eyes instead reveal a trace of excitement. Her ears and tail stand erect as she lets go of her stick and forcefully grabs the incoming triangle. The metal triangle, with her clinging to it, flies away from the area, missing the hundreds of swords aimed at her.
Despite Mengdie's greatly enhanced strength, it is still an immense challenge to catch a steel magic triangle. The force of the high-speed metallic triangle is so strong that if Mengdie relaxes her grip even slightly, the sharp end will pierce her heart. Yet, if she withstands it, the triangle could crush her against the perimeter wall. With no time to think, she decides to fight for her life.
"Haahhhhh!!!"
Mengdie braces the triangle's head with her left hand and frees her right hand. Almost instantly, the triangle pierces her palm, staining the metal with blood. Gritting her teeth, she quickly reaches into her chest. When her right hand reemerges and strikes down at the metal triangle, a ball of fire bursts in the air.
"Bang!"
The triangle is slammed to the ground by Mengdie's fiery right hand. She lands gracefully on the triangle, surveying the hundreds of Lenas around her. She exhales, smiles slightly, puts on her water magic glove with her left hand, and jumps down.
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When it comes to weapons, fists are Mengdie's forte. She pounces on the densely packed crowd like a ferocious wolf, freely using her fists and feet, swiftly eliminating nearly a hundred slow-moving illusions.
Coco, watching Mengdie's agile movements, is dumbfounded. Only when she hears the continuous sounds of illusions disappearing from the crowd does she snap back to reality, quickly flipping through her magic book to chant another spell. Unexpectedly, a young girl sneaks up behind her...
"Elbow strike!"
A precise elbow hit lands on Coco's waist. The girl winces in pain, forgetting her incantation, and tries to cover her waist. But as her focus shifts from the magic book, a pair of hands accurately snatch the book away.
"Ah! My... my book!!!"
"You dare to attack Sister Mengdie! I won't let you chant magic again!"
Little Nia, clutching the magic book, darts into the nearby bushes like a rabbit. Coco, desperate, stares at the waist-high bushes but can't spot Nia, helplessly watching Lena's numbers drastically diminish, unsure of what to do.
Sasha, witnessing all this, remains intently focused on Mengdie in the crowd. She becomes more convinced that this girl is the same one who fought her in the Silvermoon Kingdom two months ago.
"Lena! Stop! You can't beat her."
Sasha, worried about Lena's safety, urgently advises her. But Lena, as a knight, cannot simply abandon her duty and concede defeat. This isn't just a martial competition, it's about protecting the Princess! Even at the cost of her life, surrender is not an option.
However, determination doesn't always lead to favorable outcomes. The slow-moving illusions, due to their numbers, are almost completely annihilated by Mengdie within five minutes. Mengdie's hands, glowing red and blue, dance around her. After gradually ceasing her attacks, she stands with her hands behind her back, smiling in front of the six remaining Lenas, including the original.
"What do you say? I really have important matters to discuss with the Princess. It's about the war and peace between Silvermoon and Luweil. Please let me pass, okay?"
"Hmph! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Why should I believe whatever you say? If it's so important, why don't you speak now?"
The six Lenas surround Mengdie in a circle, each standing five meters away, swords ready.
Mengdie doesn't want to reveal her information in front of Lena and Coco. The less people know about Edward in Silvermoon, the better. While she trusts Sasha, can she say the same about these two maids? Even if they are tight-lipped, what if the king inquires?
Thus, she can only continue to shake her head: "I'm sorry, but this matter can only be discussed privately with the Princess."
"If that's the case, the only way forward for you is over my dead body!"
Mengdie sighs, slowly extends her fiery right fist, and gestures for them to come.
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In the royal garden, the air stands still.
The chirping of birds has vanished.
The occasional gentle breeze has also disappeared.
The scent of flowers permeates the air, as colorful pollen adorns the two girls, their black and blue hair adorned with the most beautiful petals. Unfortunately, neither seems interested in their own beauty at the moment; their eyes are fixed only on each other, waiting for the final strike to come.
Finally, the motionless Lenas move. The six slowly lower their swords, each taking a deep breath. Then, they plant their swords into the ground next to them, grasp the hilt with both hands, and take a step forward, preparing for the next move.
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