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“Chapter 61: An instant”
– I can do this.
Meirir took a long breath. A huge man was standing in front of her.
His armor had blood spilled on it.
Takaya’s blood.
They tortured him in the depths of a dark cave until he was about to die.
– Did you do this to him? (Meirir)
– Eh? Yeah, I did it. So what? I didn’t intend to get so far, but it happened. He deserves it for trash-talking me.
– I see.
And then the conversation ended.
Meirir realized there was no point in talking. The man was rotten to the core.
He had not a speck of sympathy for Takaya.
She was at the limit of her kindness.
– Enough talking. Come at me. (Meirir)
– Heh… A priestess fighting with her fists?
– I might not have the healing skills my friends have, but I’d never lose a one-on-one.
Meirir leaned back and readied her stance.
This was Meirir’s secret. She acts and wears clothes like a priestess, but she was born to fight.
She once asked to be part of the clergy of a secluded church.
But one of the sisters realized Meirir couldn’t use even the simplest of healing spells. Instead, she had an aptitude for martial arts.
A priestess that can’t heal isn’t a priestess.
Having given up on her dreams, she saw the announcement of a guild in Bay Road looking to recruit people due to staff shortage.
– Never lose a one-on-one? Hahaha! Don’t make me laugh!
Shunichi wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
“There is no chance I would lose to this girl”
His thought process was obvious.
– It wasn’t a joke.
– There’s just no way you’re serious. I can tell. You’ve been training for a long time, but your fighting aura is nowhere near our Level.
He thought he knew everything.
Those who have to participate in fights, whether it be on the backline or frontline, use the life force flowing through their bodies to strengthen their weapons and reflexes.
Their strength, their muscles, their focus. Everything is enhanced.
The most vital skill a fighter needs is the ability to visualize energy. They need to make sure they’re allocating all their energy to the correct places.
Of course, this also allows a fighter to see someone else’s energy. It’s an essential ability in one-on-one fights.
– Your aura is yellow. Level IV at most. There’s no way you can beat a Level VII like me!
Level 0 is transparent, I is light blue, II is dark blue, and IX is pure white.
Meirir doesn’t understand how colors work, but she knew that the higher the level, the better control they have over their body.
Just a single Level is enough to make a significant difference, and here she was, facing an opponent 2 or 3 Levels higher than her.
It was a reckless idea.
But Meirir’s pupils became slightly magenta from her overflowing fighting spirit.
– You talk a lot for someone who’s scared of a girl.
Rather than being afraid, she was confident enough to trash talk her opponent.
– I’m gonna disfigure that pretty face of yours. And then I’ll strip you in front of your entire guild!
Shunichi swung his axe towards Meirir.
The movement was fierce enough to cause a strong gust of wind.
– Too slow.
But Meirir predicted the attack and dodged it.
She then used her full weight to counter with a spinning kick. The timing of both the dodge and the counter had to be impeccably perfect.
– Heeh, quite the power for someone Level IV. If I didn’t guard in time I’d be on the floor. But that’ll never happen.
– Kh!!!
But Shunichi let go of the axe with one of his hands to block Meirir’s kick.
– Come on. Don’t tell me this is all you got. Entertain me.
– Sorry, but that’s it. I can’t do much with just Level IV martial arts.
If trained well enough, a simple kick can be lethal at a high level. But such is not the case for Meirir. She’s just a normal fighter.
– But I’m gonna win anyway.
– Then do it. I can’t wait to have fun with your sexy little body.
They both rushed towards one another
– HAAAAAAAA!!!
Meirir was the first one to move.
She launched another kick so slow that Shunichi could’ve blocked it with his eyes closed.
– Haha, pathetic. Is this how you plan to beat m-GWOAH!?
But for some reason, the kick now connected perfectly, landing directly on his jaw.
– Wh-What? It disappeared in front of my eyes…
With a surprise attack, Meirir knocked out Shunichi and any fighting spirit he had left.
– I told you. I don’t lose one-on-one. Especially against a new opponent.
And thus, the battle was won in an instant. The winner was the “weak little girl”.