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Chapter 495 Iron Fist Saint: Swimsuit Jeanne
"Stop talking so much! I don't want any revelations!"

Jeanne d'Arc in black swimsuit raised her right hand, drew out the katana from her waist, held the sharp blade high, and commanded the two-legged dragon under her feet, baring its fangs towards the opposite side.

"what!?"

Caster was shocked when he saw this, and quickly said to Jeanne in black swimsuit: "Joan, please don't do this! We should live in peace."

Jeanne d'Arc in Swimsuit Black narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to hinder me, Jill?"

Caster's head was covered in sweat: "No, no..."

Why is this so?
A witch named Joan of Arc was summoned, and Joan of Arc's consciousness was revived in the angel. The two pleasant things intertwined together could obviously bring more joy.

Why...the result is like this?

"What a disobedient sister you are."

Jeanne in swimsuit put away her smile and sighed, "But after all, it was born from Jill's anger after I was burned to death, so it's only natural that it has this kind of personality."

She cupped her hands in a prayer gesture.

"Angel from another dimension, please grant me the power to purify her."

As she finished her words, her hands involuntarily raised above her head.

French salute?
No, a pair of pink boxing gloves appeared on those hands.

Those are Seraphimon's gloves!
"I see. You want me to imitate the Iron Fist Saint? I see."

Joan of Arc in swimsuit clenched her fists and bent her long legs, generating a huge thrust like a spring. With a bang, the sand dented and she shot out like an arrow.

"So fast!" Jeanne d'Arc in black swimsuit was surprised when she saw this.

At this moment, Joan of Arc in swimsuit had already arrived in front of the wyvern, and punched out with her right fist, hitting the wyvern's forehead hard.

Bah!
The boxing gloves collided with the dragon scales, making a crisp sound.

It was like two metal objects collided, creating sparks, but the shape of the sparks was unusual, they were in the shape of a heart.

Bah!
Jeanne in swimsuit swung out her left fist, creating another heart-shaped spark.

Immediately followed by a right fist.

Left punch and right punch followed one after another.

Bang, bang, bang, bang——!
“——!” The corner of Jeanne d’Arc’s eye twitched in the black swimsuit.

What kind of weird trick is this?

It's ok that the punches are fast, but what are those hearts? Is this what the Iron Fist Saint is like? And her taste is so bad!
The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The pitch-black wyvern seemed to be baptized, and the black color on its scales gradually faded and turned into brown-red.

Immediately afterwards, the wyvern was no longer under the control of Black Jeanne d'Arc. It shook its body and threw Black Jeanne d'Arc down.

"how come……"

Black Jeanne d'Arc landed gracefully on the ground. Although she was not injured, her face was filled with astonishment.

She is the Dragon Witch. A dragon as small as a wyvern is still a wyvern even if it is purified. How could it possibly escape her control?

Caster suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Controlling dragons is not just the privilege of witches. Saints also have this ability."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne glared at the Jeanne who was using the body of an angel from another dimension not far away, and said with gritted teeth: "You actually hid this trick!"

Jeanne smiled faintly, turned to the wyvern and said, "You are free, go."

The pterosaur roared towards the sky, flapped its wings and flew into the air. Its body became transparent and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Just like a Servant returning to Valhalla, this pterosaur also returned to the legend.

Joan of Arc looked at Black Joan of Arc and said, "Now there are only two Joan of Arc left."

Black Jeanne sneered and raised the sword in her hand: "Don't think that you are great with the help of angels. You have only one fate, and that is to be completely defeated by me!"

She had never seen the angel's abilities, so she was not afraid at all.

"Joan of Arc, wait!" Caster tried to dissuade her.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how powerful that angel was. Even when he summoned a giant sea monster, it was destroyed by a single shot. Even Archer Gilgamesh was once turned into a rag doll.

If Jeanne used that ability, Black Jeanne would not be able to win.

However, Caster was too late. The moment Jeanne d'Arc finished speaking, she disappeared from the spot, her long silver hair making her look like a silver meteor.

In a flash, she was in front of Jeanne, and the sword slashed from the upper right to the lower left, with powerful magic power condensed on the blade.

Ding!
Suddenly, the blade paused.

It was like having hit a solid city wall and being unable to move forward.

And this wall is none other than Joan of Arc's left hand.

The left hand was wearing a glove and tightly grasping the blade of Black Jeanne d'Arc.

"——!" Black Jeanne's pupils trembled.

Jeanne d'Arc broke open her sword, raised her right fist, and said, "Black Jeanne d'Arc, my sister, I will use my love to correct you, just grit your teeth."

As soon as the words fell, the fist was thrown.

Fast as the wind!

Black Jeanne was hit by a punch on the left cheek and was completely unable to dodge.

No, two punches.

Then three punches, four punches...

Love was radiating everywhere, and with every punch, a large amount of love emerged. They gathered into a tide and swallowed up Black Jeanne in an instant.

"No!"

Caster held his head and cried, "Jeanne, please don't hit Jeanne anymore!"

However, it was of no use.

Bang, bang, bang, bang——!
The beatings continued. Rather than causing physical harm, they were more of a spiritual baptism, a purification.

"stop!"

Black Jeanne grabbed Jeanne's arm with all her strength and said through gritted teeth: "If I lose my desire for revenge, I will become the same as you!"

Jeanne said, "No, this purifying power only removes the resentment that does not belong to you, it cannot rewrite your personality... It seems that this is enough."

Black Joan of Arc was born out of Gilderoy's resentment. This resentment weighed on Black Joan of Arc like an "expectation", magnifying her inner malice.

But at this moment, after being beaten by the power of purification, the excess resentment had been eliminated, and Black Jeanne's eyes were much clearer.

Jeanne let go.

Black Jeanne d'Arc staggered and took a few steps back. There was no redness or swelling on her face, and no scars, but it was still very red, so red that it seemed like water was dripping out.

Caster quickly came over and asked, "Jeanne, how are you?"

Black Jeanne murmured, "The uncontrollable fire of revenge has been brought under control... I feel much more relaxed."

Caster was delighted.

The gloves on Jeanne's hands gradually became transparent and disappeared. She said, "Sister, are you willing to accept the revelation I have realized now?"

Black Jeanne snorted coldly: "If you insist on saying it, I can't help it, but - why are you the elder sister?"

She felt unhappy being addressed as sister.

Jeanne spread her hands and said, "From various aspects, it's all natural, such as height, wisdom, experience, etc."

Black Jeanne's forehead was bulging with veins, she folded her hands over her elbows and said, "The height belongs to this angel, not you. I don't approve of your wisdom and experience being better than mine!"

Joan of Arc laughed and said, "Well, let's use that to decide the winner."

"What's the matter?" Black Jeanne asked curiously.

"Of course it was the revelation I received." Jeanne pulled Black Jeanne's wrist, walked aside, and whispered a few words.

"Ah!?" Jeanne d'Arc blushed more and more as she listened, and smoke almost came out of her head. "You... that kind of thing is a revelation? That god must have fallen!"

Jeanne sighed and said, "I knew you couldn't understand. Your wisdom is really not comparable to mine."

Black Jeanne was unconvinced and said, "If you can do it, then I can do it too!"

(End of this chapter)