Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Ryusha smiled as she recalled Count Duke's second hint.

Megan's vision was blurry, as if she were drunk. She shook her head frantically, her long, dark purple wavy hair flying back and forth.

The contract ritual for the 'Bloody Duel' only allows two people to enter with basic equipment, and they cannot use additional hidden weapons or potions.

It's dark magic! Megan felt a viscous magical power sealing her vital energy point, as if a wedge had been driven into the lower part of her lungs to seal her fighting spirit.

Ice magic and dark magic! This brat! Not only is he proficient in both magic and martial arts, but he also possesses multiple magical attributes!

Chapter 20 Megan's Defeat

Because of her impressive breasts, Megan couldn't see her wounds and initially thought it was just a normal punch. The icy magic further numbed her senses, and by the time she realized it, the dark magic had already begun to take effect within her.

A numbing sensation spread through her body, blocking the flow of her fighting spirit. While it wasn't enough to completely incapacitate Megan, she felt a chill despite the bright sunshine.

Ryuga clenched his fists, and as he chanted softly, two ice blades condensed on his forearms, gleaming with the poisonous glow of dark magic.

Once the opponent has been tricked once, they will definitely be 100% motivated to fight. There will be no more tricks to take, and you will have to confront them head-on.

Without any prelude, the battle between the two quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

Megan wielded her battle axe with sweeping, powerful strokes, like a Valkyrie from the Arctic. Each strike of the axe blade unleashed crescent-shaped bursts of battle aura, cleaving the earth for tens of meters, pulverizing grass and soil, and filling the air with a stench.

Every time she stepped on the ground, the resulting shockwaves were like falling meteorites; one wrong move and she could have her legs broken and die by the axe.

Under such a wide-ranging and aggressive offensive, Ryuka's charm and deception were no longer very effective. Megan's fighting style is essentially a basic attack with built-in area-of-effect damage. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the main topic.)

Then we'll just have to tough it out.

Liu Xia focused her energy and carefully moved among the flashing axe blades, her body dancing on the shattered earth, each moment a brush with death. She also had to wield her ice blades, inflicting small wounds on Megan's towering frame while panting.

The ice blades on her arms shattered and reformed again and again. Even the aftershocks of the battle caused Ryuka's internal organs to ache.

In an instant, Ryusha keenly noticed that Megan's movements began to slow down.

A large gap was also exposed on her side.

but……

"If Megan suddenly reveals a weakness after her aggressive moves, don't believe her easily; it's a trap."

The Earl of Duke once said this.

"But if we let this opportunity slip by, she could really use it to adjust and build up her strength, and turn the tide of the battle with a large-scale combat technique."

"Absolutely, don't let her make a move..."

And the timing of her unleashing her combat skills...

Seeing that Megan had slowed down her movements and failed to deceive her attack, Ryusha smoothly shifted into a charging stance, her battle aura surging like a torrent, releasing astonishing pressure around her.

"Da Ming... behead him!"

It's now!

In Ryusha's pupils, Megan's posture as she swung her battle axe from behind was reflected, as if Thor were about to shake the earth with his giant hammer.

The boy gritted his teeth and charged into Megan's arms despite the storm of fighting spirit surging around her. His mottled armor was scratched and dented, melting away like sand blown by the wind.

Even with the protection of battle aura and solid ice, the exposed skin began to crack, as if the outer layer had been torn off, revealing the blood-red flesh underneath.

Megan, on the other hand, wore an expression of disbelief. Her body was bent to its limit, and just before she swung the giant axe, her battle aura was already flowing according to the meridians of her combat technique, a moment that could not be stopped.

The female knight watched as the boy struck her vital point below her lungs again, this time with a palm strike, channeling his fighting spirit into her meridians.

The surging battle aura was instantly disrupted, as if a violent explosion had occurred. Liu Xia could even see shockwaves erupting from Megan's body, nearly shattering his eardrums.

Ryuka managed to stay upright, looking at her right hand, which had broken through Megan's protective aura and was covered in so much skin, yet she felt little pain, only trembling like a sieve.

"We should have brought Lindsay along..."

Liu Xia muttered to herself, thinking that she could only give him a simple bandage in a while.

Megan had collapsed in front of him, gasping for breath like a drowning person, as if trying to expel something from her lungs. Her voluptuous body convulsed and bounced, her two plump breasts swaying seductively.

Her fighting spirit was disrupted. Although it wasn't a fatal injury, she would be unable to fight for a considerable period of time.

"Gulp...you, how could you..."

Megan's beautiful face was filled with anger and confusion. Her disheveled hair fell across her cheeks, her sharp eyebrows furrowed, and her pearly white teeth looked as if she were about to grind them to dust.

Ryuga knew what she wanted to ask, but he didn't need to answer.

He straddled Megan's chest, looking down at the giant-like female knight, and spat disdainfully.

Using the same methods, she slaughtered at least eighty to a hundred people in Sochi. Thanks to this, Count Duke had long since figured out her fighting habits, but no one had actually followed them.

"Ha... what do you think you're doing? If you dare, my aunt won't let you get away with it!!!"

Megan was somewhat frightened by Ryūka's indifferent expression, and she spoke harshly, her words barely concealing her fear. She knew this was a bloody duel, and within two hours, Ryūka could do whatever he wanted, completely permitted and protected by imperial law.

There is still an hour and a half left.

The time she set aside for herself for leisure became the time she was put to death.

"Really? She might do a lot to save you, but what if... you were already dead?" Ryuka smiled. "After all, the dead can't be brought back to life, right? Would she start a war? Against Earl Duke's objections?"

Megan's expression froze. Although Ryusha hadn't said it explicitly, her familiarity with Ryusha's tactics had made her understand why she had lost.

But she had no time to resent Count Duke; all her thoughts were focused on the word 'dead' that Ryūsha had said.

He...was he going to kill her? Megan's beautiful face twisted in pain.

Although she couldn't accept the fact that she had lost, and understood that she might be subjected to all sorts of 'excessive' treatment, after all, that's how she treated other losers.

But she never expected to die.

Meghan understands what her appearance and figure mean to men, even though the thought of such a humiliating scene makes her feel disgusted.

But she never thought she would die; after all, she was the daughter of Count Payne, the niece of the Countess of Sochi, and a newly promoted Grand Knight.

Even considering the value of the Grand Knight, she didn't think she would be killed.

"Ha...you're kidding, right...uh!!!"

Ryūka's left fist, clad in a massive ice gauntlet, slammed into her face.

Megan's vision turned red instantly, her head spun, and her face burned.

She couldn't believe that this brat would do something to her delicate face.

"Wait, you... Ah!"

Bang!

"You fucking brat! Aaaaaah!"

Bang!

After a few punches, Ryuga watched as Megan's beautiful face turned bruised and battered. But apart from some swelling, she wasn't seriously deformed; truly, she possessed the physical prowess of a great knight.

But Megan didn't know that all she felt was excruciating pain in her face, fearing she was already disfigured, and a fear stronger than death overwhelmed her.

In her mind were those losers she had tormented to the point of being unrecognizable in the past, those pitiful images that made her heart pound, and now they were about to happen to her.

She struggled to get up, trying to fight Liuxia like a madwoman, but her chaotic fighting spirit made it impossible for her to control her body properly.

Megan's frantic actions were completely stunned when she saw Ryusha's next move.

Ryuka seemed to have gotten tired of punching her after a few times, and got off her, lifting the end of her long-handled battle axe and dragging it over.

"wait wait wait……"

"I can give you money... lots of money..."

"How about a territory?! I'll have my aunt give you one! My father is an earl! He can appoint barons! I'll make you a nobleman!"

"How about I become your subordinate! I am a great knight! A great knight!!!"

Megan retreated frantically, her strong, sexy legs kicking wildly at the grass. One of her boots was bent out of shape, the boot shaft dangling halfway down her foot, revealing her black over-the-knee socks underneath.

Liu Xia gave a cold laugh.

He only wanted to scare Megan; after all, even a saint would get angry and throw a few punches after hearing about her bad reputation. He didn't expect this woman to be so afraid of death, completely unlike her tough exterior.

Ryusha thought Megan would be the kind of person who would say 'Ugh...kill me!' when faced with the humiliation of defeat.

"Is that so? You'd be willing to be my slave, to betray the Third Prince and the Countess?"

Hearing Ryusha's words, Megan's fearful expression twisted and slowly turned into a frantic, stiff smile.

"Ha ha……"

Sure enough, this brat was just trying to scare me. He still has feelings for me. He's such a damn male; he can't possibly not have those filthy thoughts!

Moreover, he has powerful backers. Although the 'Bloody Duel' is recognized by the Empire, considering his background, this kid wouldn't dare to act recklessly. It's all just a bluff!

"Well... if we talk this out properly... it's not impossible... wait! What do you want to do?!"

Megan, who had just felt hopeful, watched as Ryūsha raised his axe.

"You were just thinking, 'This kid is just scaring me,' right? Ugh, that's annoying. I'll cut off one of your legs to vent my anger."

Ryuka spoke in a languid tone, as if he were talking about something trivial, completely like a mad killer.

He watched Megan's emotional breakdown and a slight smile played on his lips.

Over the past month, Ryuka finally used the skill points she had earned to exchange for Kania's advanced skills.

【playwright】

At this moment, Megan's fighting spirit is disordered and her will is collapsing, making it a good time to take control.

Megan screamed as she watched her weapon sever her long, muscular left leg. More terrifying than the excruciating pain that threatened to knock her unconscious was the loss of sensation in her leg…

Her only remaining right leg kicked wildly at the ground, her will completely collapsing at that moment. She turned around and crawled on the ground like a pig to escape from Liuxia, muttering to herself.

"Magician...no! Nun! Priest! Cleric! My leg can be reattached!"

"Is this what you mean?" Ryuuka used his fighting spirit to bring down his axe, crushing Megan's severed leg to pieces...

As Megan watched this scene, her despair reached its peak.

That's it. Even if her aunt brings the army to rescue her, it won't change the fact that she's crippled.

Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted...

Then, Megan felt her delicate nose make intimate contact with the sole of her shoe, forcibly waking her from unconsciousness, and the cold, disdainful smile of that devilish brat Ryusha reappeared before her eyes.

"no, do not want!"

Megan struggled to back away, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing. But the familiar sensation coming from her lower body made her pause.

My leg... is it still there?

She stared in disbelief at her perfectly intact legs and the axe blade embedded in the ground between them.

"I even missed, and you still fainted from fright." The boy's mockery reached my ears.

How could this be? Was it just a hallucination caused by extreme fear? But the feeling was so real...

Megan's sexy lips were already bloodless, trembling helplessly. Suddenly, she touched her left leg and burst into tears.

It seems the [Playwright] ability is quite useful, although it consumes a lot of energy. Ryuka thought to herself, feeling a stinging, mental fatigue.

No wonder witches were considered calamities and heresies in ancient times. Truly powerful witches could wield such abilities effortlessly, causing endless pain and torment in a person's consciousness, while in reality, it might only last for a moment.

It's a twisted method, almost like a time machine.

Chapter 21 No Hitting the Younger Child, No Hitting the Older One

Ryusha's keen nose caught a pungent, fishy smell. He looked at Megan's parted, fleshy legs, and saw a dark, spreading wet patch in the crotch of her knight's tights, which was even radiating heat.

"Ha, a female knight as big as you, you actually peed your pants in fear."

Ryūka mocked in a sharp tone, raising his axe once more.

"Well, I'll aim more precisely this time."

Megan Payne broke down, throwing herself at Ryusha's legs and pleading with the little brat who barely reached her ribs.

"I'll do anything! Please! Don't kill me! Don't torture me!"