NOVPUB"As we all know, the most despairing thing about fighting a BOSS is when you’re about to win, the BOSS suddenly throws up a massive shield and refills its health in the blink of an eye, causing you to start all over again. What’s even more terrifying is not knowing how many times this cycle will repeat itself,"
Lanci, sitting on the spectator’s bench, muttered some incomprehensible words.
Yet, the cat boss in his arms strangely seemed to understand Dean’s inner turmoil.
No wonder Dean roared at Lanci earlier.
It was all because of this devious scheme Lanci had set up to torture Dean.
"A game mechanic where you can’t estimate the remaining health is indeed quite vexing. Any normal person would want to give up under such circumstances,"
Sikder agreed with a nod.
After conversing with Lanci at length, she had gradually started to align with his choice of words.
Shaar’s growth attributes were balanced and excellent aside from physical strength. His most notable trait was his great talent in psychic magic and psychokinetic magic, which allowed him to learn multiple spells directly.
Lanci abandoned Shaar’s previous card structure which resembled a mage thief, transforming him from a Trickster into a high-mobility, high-stamina Berserker, which greatly increased his power.
During their conversation, Viscount Levin Chinston watching from the side grimaced.
Even though they discussed it so casually, he could hardly imagine the level of pain and suffering Shaar must have endured in these three days to accomplish this transformation.
It seemed a bit too harsh for a teenager’s romantic affair.
In the arena.
Dean, who had started the second round of battle, was not as heroic as before. It was clear that his mentality was quite unsteady.
Standing tall under his heavy armor, Dean’s angry eyes shimmered and he continuously roared, brandishing his sword as swift as the wind in an attempt to slash Shaar in half.
However, Shaar reacted promptly, performing a side roll to easily evade the fatal blow.
The moment he got close to Dean, Shaar struck back, driving his dagger deeply into the gap in Dean’s armor. Accompanied by a spurt of blood and Dean’s screams, Dean forcefully swung his blade again, creating another gust of air.
Gasping for breath, Dean managed to repel Shaar momentarily, seemingly landing a hit on him. However, he himself was increasingly dizzy.
The next time Shaar appeared in his line of vision, there were several new gashes on his leather armor. Despite this, he stood unyieldingly tall, staring at Dean as if unfazed by any pain.
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
Dean roared with a trembling voice. He didn’t realize, but the assured victory he initially felt had turned into irritable rage with each passing second, unable to accept this bitter defeat.
In contrast, Shaar remained emotionally stable, maintaining an absolute calm killing intent.
This sudden change in mentality alone drastically tipped the scales of the battle.
Even Dean hadn’t noticed that from the start, Shaar’s transparent umbrella had been on his shoulder. No matter how much blood rained down, not a single drop stained him.
Next.
Even the residents in the stands who didn’t understand the intricacies of the fight could see that the situation had become one-sided.
Dean’s victory already slipping away angered Viscount Black Bonn so much that his beard was visibly trembling. He fiercely struck the ground with his cane and turned towards a figure next to him:
"Professor Mei Qi, didn’t you say Dean could win?!"
"... The opponent is too unorthodox. I suggest a thorough examination after the fight."
Mei Qi could only try his best to remain composed and respond,
"No matter the result... aren’t you supposed to take up the post of governor today anyway?"
Such a vague response did little to quell Viscount Black Bonn’s anger. He glanced at Dean increasingly at a loss in the field and finally couldn’t help but stand up.
"Shaar Candis! If you have the guts, fight Dean head-on like a real man! Do you think winning a marriage agreement through such dirty tricks will make Lilith respect you?!"
Viscount Black Bonn in the stands shouted towards Shaar.
"Don’t listen to him, Shaar!"
Viscount Levin Chinston who was on the other side of the stand stood up immediately and shouted.
His nephew could win if he continued fighting. If he were swayed by such shameless provocation from Viscount Black Bonn, he might even end up losing!
The gap in their strength was not that big. A moment’s carelessness could lead to loss of all advantages!
Shaar unexpectedly smiled.
As if giving Dean a chance, he subtly distanced himself.
"Who did you say... you wanted to kill?"
Shaar’s gaze was incredibly cold, filled with a hint of madness beneath his elegance.
"That beast in the stands... He won’t be leaving Chinston City alive today! Concede now, I can still ask my father to spare him!!"
Dean’s disheveled hair hung in front of his face as he swayed, gritting his teeth while screaming at Shaar, already gripping his sword in response.
"Huff..."
Shaar let out a long breath, and with the clear sound of metal hitting the ground, he dropped his dagger and closed his umbrella.
"This is what your father asked for."
He uttered calmly.
"Heh heh."
"You will die!!!"
Without giving Shaar a chance to react, Dean, in his ecstatic and sneering state, unleashed the strength of his muscles and lunged at Shaar, attempting to inflict a fatal strike on the lax Shaar!
Then.
Shaar assumed a boxing stance.
"Is that beautiful person also someone you dare to yell at?!"
Shaar, who now had a touch of anger, sidestepped the sword thrust and lunged in at that very moment, his punch fiercely slammed into Dean’s throat!
With a clang, Dean’s longsword fell to the ground, and he, unable to believe what had just happened, clutched his throat and stepped back. Saliva and tears of pain slid down his anguished cheeks, but he couldn’t make a sound.
"Let you understand the homicidal punching technique of our predecessors. That punch just now, it’s called a friendly exchange."
Shaar smiled coldly.
"Uh... Ah...."
Dean whimpered, he knew he had lost, and he felt genuine fear. But his biggest problem right now was that he couldn’t even surrender!
Just as he, who had already thrown away his armor, tried to desperately use body language to signal the referee.
"Facing that person, this is basic etiquette!"
Before he could escape, the voice of Shaar, like the grim reaper, rose behind him. He felt his legs lose consciousness, as Shaar’s kick landed heavily on his knee pit, sending him spinning to the ground.
"Fortunately, you get a taste of the Shining Virtue, Wonderful notes!"
Even before his humiliation sank in, the sharp sound of exploding air assailed Dean, and Shaar’s boxing and side chop made Dean’s eyes see stars, and his ears could not hear the noisy scene. He was about to faint.
"Based on this, I have also realized the fifth move..."
In a flash.
Shaar was now posed for a spin kick in mid-air, facing Dean who was kneeling on the ground and dizzy from the beating.
"The final kick, named Heavenly Joy!"
Dean, who was kicked in the crotch by Shaar’s metal-armored shoe tip, flipped several times in the air before landing on the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he was dying.
Many felt a severe phantom pain in their lower bodies. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
This kick must ensure that Dean would not harm any girl in his lifetime.
Viscount Black Bonn may have to start training a new number quickly.
On the side of the viewing platform.
"Do you really have a card named Heavenly Joy?"
The cat boss was now frightened, fearing that Lanci was actually hiding a particularly vicious card that had never been used.
Heavenly Joy should generally refer to the joy of family reunification, but with Lanci’s naming practices, cat boss couldn’t be sure...
"Who knows."
Lanci just continued to stroke cat boss, murmuring to himself.
Meanwhile, Sikder, who had been watching the show by the side, suddenly held his head.
"Oh no, Shaar was trained too hard by you, he’s obviously going to scare Miss Lilith."
Sikder suddenly realized the big issue.
Seems like the original intention was a romantic comedy between a boy and a girl...
She had been training with Lanci for three days, and she had forgotten during the training.
However, even now the cat boss was silent.
Between her confusion, Sikder followed the cat boss’s gaze upwards.
She saw Miss Lilith in the distance on the high platform, nearly collapsing on the railing with her cheeks having a weak blush and murmuring, "It really is him..."
"...Really?"
Sikder doubted her life.
Did they really start going out?
Was it really a problem with the tips she gave, or is this stylized romantic script really popular now?
"Sikder, are you satisfied meow..."
With tears streaming down his face, cat boss asked Sikder, who had promised him that "wouldn’t deviate too much from the original intention".
"It has nothing to do with me."
Sikder whistled and looked away.
Even though.
Even if she felt that her own acceptance was quite strong.
She didn’t want to ever see a romantic comedy performed by Lanci in the future.
