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Two minutes and twenty seconds!

The alchemical golem that caused headaches for apostles of the same rank could only last two minutes and twenty seconds against Eunice!

When this result came out, the elves around the battle arena were somewhat agitated.

Eunice turned around and looked at Amelia's location, saying loudly, "Amelia, this is the result I achieved. Now it's your turn. I hope you won't disappoint me."

With a confident smile, she walked off the battle platform at a leisurely pace.

At the same time, all the elves around the battle platform turned their gazes to Amelia.

A goddess of nature.

The deposed queen of the Kingdom of Steel.

Amelia's identity was no secret to the elves of the City of Nature; everyone already knew of this human's existence and harbored various kinds of curiosity about her.

"It's my turn now."

Amelia sighed and began walking towards the battle platform under the watchful eyes of many.

Although she didn't care about competing with Eunice at first, she eventually felt some pressure under the watchful eyes of so many people.

Thinking of this, Amelia paused, turned around, and grabbed Eileen's hand.

Then, to Eileen's surprise, Amelia lifted Eileen's hand and gently sniffed it.

That's the scent of Eileen.

As Amelia recalled her past intimate encounters with Eileen, she felt Eileen's presence. Perhaps it was because of this presence that the images of her past intimate encounters with Eileen suddenly became clear, and her blood circulation seemed to speed up considerably at this moment.

With a slightly flushed face, Amelia finally let go of Eileen's hand and headed towards the battle stage.

Watching Amelia's retreating figure, Eileen touched her own hand.

'Is His Majesty trying to boil his blood? But... is just a sniff enough? Is there something more he can do to raise the boiling point even higher?'

Eileen thought to herself.

“Miss Eileen.” Renée’s voice came from beside her.

"Is there something you need, Miss Renee?" Eileen turned to look at Renee.

“I know you are very loyal to Miss Amelia, but if you want Miss Amelia to become better, you can’t just follow her orders. You need to take the initiative to do something,” Renee said, her eyes flashing.

"Take the initiative to do something? Miss Renee means..."

"I think you understand, that's how it is..."

While Amelia was away, Renee whispered to Eileen, trying to get Eileen to take the initiative to do something.

Amelia had no idea what Renee was doing; by then, she had already arrived on the battle platform.

As she stepped onto the battle platform, it immediately emitted a green glow, and then, opposite her, an alchemical golem in the shape of a female elf materialized.

This alchemical golem is somewhat similar to Amelia, with light golden, slightly wavy long hair and aquamarine eyes, but it also has pointed ears and an elven appearance.

'If I were an elf, would I look like this?'

Amelia watched with great interest.

As Amelia sized up the alchemical golem opposite her, Eunice watched Amelia from below the battle platform.

Seeing Amelia standing there motionless, Eunice frowned.

'What is she doing? Why doesn't she take advantage of the situation and attack while the alchemical golem is still somewhat sluggish? Didn't she notice this when she was studying the alchemical golem's techniques? If so, she's incredibly insensitive; I'm truly disappointed.'

Eunice glanced at the timer beside the battle platform, which had already started calculating the time, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

This Amelia is no match for me.

After the alchemical golem was fully formed, it paused briefly in place before attacking Amelia.

It had no weapons in its hands; its fists were its only weapons. Clearly, melee combat was its primary mode of attack. Therefore, as soon as it could move, it charged toward Amelia at an incredible speed.

'Eileen…'

Amelia recalled her intimate moments with Irene, remembering how their bodies were pressed close together and how they exchanged breaths.

The more Amelia thought about it, the redder her face became, and her eyes grew unfocused.

"Whoosh!"

The alchemical golem had already rushed up to Amelia and swung its delicate fist directly at Amelia's face.

At this moment, Amelia finally moved.

She took her alchemical weapon, the Poet, quickly raised it, drew back the bowstring, and then released it to shoot an arrow.

This process was so brief that spectators with poor eyesight couldn't even see Amelia draw her bow; they could only see her lift the poet and swing it out.

Amelia directed the poet's razor-sharp bowstring directly at the alchemical golem's neck, but before the attack could reach it, the double shot fired earlier had already arrived in front of the alchemical golem's door.

The alchemical golem possessed a strength unlike that of ordinary apostles. It swiftly disengaged from its original attack, turning its head to avoid the arrows and simultaneously bending over to dodge Amelia's subsequent attack with the bard's bowstring. As it bent over, it raised one leg and kicked towards Amelia's abdomen.

The alchemical golem's response was so natural that it seemed as if it had planned to make these responses from the very beginning.

However, Amelia had anticipated the subsequent actions regarding the alchemical golem.

She hadn't specifically studied the combat tactics of alchemical golems, but she had extremely rich combat experience, and as she launched an attack, she already had many more follow-up plans in mind.

Amelia has many ways to deal with the alchemical golem's actions at this moment.

She quickly lowered the poet, who had been slashing with a bowstring, and the bowstring slashed towards the alchemical golem's calf.

"Hey!"

The bowstring was extremely sharp, but when it struck the alchemical golem's smooth calf, it produced a piercing scraping sound. A faint green light appeared on the alchemical golem's calf, negating the force of the bowstring.

However, along with this attack, the green light dimmed slightly.

"I see. The alchemical golem is protected by a layer of green light. As long as we can keep attacking it and break through the green light, defeating it will become much easier."

A thought flashed through Amelia's mind.

Almost at the same moment the bowstring's destructive force was blocked, Amelia flipped her hand, tilted the bard forward, and pressed the entire bow against the alchemical golem's calf, then pressed it downwards.

At the same time, Amelia pulled the bowstring again.

"Whoosh!"

Amelia drew her bow and released it very quickly. The poet continued to press down on the puppet's raised leg, but the blue arrow had already shot out along the puppet's leg, hitting the alchemical puppet directly at close range and causing it to stagger.

'I have the rhythm of the battle under my control.'

With these thoughts in mind, Amelia used the Wind God's Dance Steps to nimbly approach and launched a fierce attack on the alchemical golem with her archery skills.

While unleashing close-quarters archery attacks, Amelia would occasionally draw her bowstring and unleash a sigh of the wind at close range.

This is a fighting style she recently mastered with Eileen's guidance during sparring. She would never have drawn a bowstring to shoot in close combat before, not because she didn't think of it, but because it was extremely difficult to do.

Close-quarters combat is inherently fast-paced, and incorporating shooting into it requires many subtle changes to combat maneuvers.

For example, when you hold the bow and smash it at a target, the normal striking angle cannot simultaneously shoot an arrow. However, by adjusting the angle, you can pull the bowstring and shoot an arrow at the same time as you smash the bow, causing more damage.

Seeing Amelia completely overpowering the alchemical golem, Eunice was somewhat stunned.

The fact that Amelia could overpower an alchemical golem wasn't surprising in itself; what astonished her was Amelia's fighting style.

'What's going on? What's with those visually stunning combat techniques? How did she manage to blend melee and ranged attacks so perfectly? Is her combat skill really that high?'

Although the outcome of the contest was not yet in, Eunice's mind was already in turmoil.

Renee's eyes brightened as she watched the battle on the battle platform.

'So Amelia already possesses such strength? If it's her, the Elf Legacy might truly have a chance of victory.'

As Renee thought about it, her heart also began to burn with excitement.

Once Amelia suppressed the alchemical golem, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Following a fierce attack from Amelia, the green light on the alchemical golem was finally shattered. Then, she wielded the bard, letting the bowstring slash across the alchemical golem's neck.

There was no blood.

The alchemical golem's movements stopped abruptly at that moment, and then it quickly turned into a beam of light and disappeared from the spot.

The battle is over.

As the alchemical golem disappeared, everyone present subconsciously looked at the timer next to the battle platform.

One minute and fifty-six seconds!

This is the time it took Amelia to defeat the alchemical golem, more than twenty seconds faster than Eunice.

This is because Eunice had studied the combat tactics of alchemical golems, while Amelia had not.

Of course, no one else knew that Amelia had not studied the combat tactics of alchemical golems.

"At one minute and fifty-six seconds, Amelia won."

"I never expected that the Falcon Faction's goddess would be defeated. Does this mean that once Amelia reaches the level of a High Apostle, Eunice will be no match for her?"

"Amelia is too strong, possessing both beauty and power."

"Defeating the alchemical golem in under two minutes is something not everyone can do; it's practically a dividing line."

The many elves around the battle platform discussed the matter animatedly, expressing their amazement.

Such comments undoubtedly made Eunice feel ashamed, her face turning pale and then red, and she felt that the occasional glances that passed over her were like needles pricking her.

Why is this so?

Why did I lose? And by a full twenty seconds?

Am I really inferior to Amelia?

No, it's not like that.

“I am a high-ranking apostle, and Amelia is a mid-ranking apostle. There is a difference between our opponents. If she were also a high-ranking apostle, and she were to face an alchemical golem at the high-ranking apostle level, the outcome might not be faster than mine.”

Eunice quickly found a reason for herself and said it aloud.

Her words stirred up the surrounding elves once again.

Amelia had just stepped down from the battle platform and glanced at Eunice dismissively: "If such a reason satisfies you, then so be it. As for the truth, everyone knows what's really going on."

“Amelia, you are not qualified to show such an attitude. Do you really think you are stronger than me? I really wish you were a higher apostle right now, otherwise there would be an easier way to verify the strength of you and me.” Eunice looked at Amelia with eyes that seemed to be burning.