Reincarnation NPC, but Arknights

And Bai Ye doesn't seem like a bad person either...

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the darkness and shone on Bai Ye's face.

Bai Ye didn't close his eyes, but sighed and looked at Elena with admiration: "A good plan, deliberately stalling me here? Well done."

His senses were focused entirely on Gretia, so he didn't activate the wide-area search and didn't discover the second judge in advance.

Moreover, he did become somewhat lax.

Elena's clumsy and naive behavior made him lower his guard.

However, his speculation seems to be incorrect as well.

Because Elena's face didn't show any signs of having planned things out; in fact, she herself was somewhat surprised, but mostly delighted.

"Sir!"

Her eyes lit up as the lights appeared.

"So it was just a coincidence." Bai Ye shook his head.

The second judge was not as easy to talk to as the one in front of him.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Confrontation

"Go back."

"Huh?" Elena was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.

"Step back, you are no match for them."

"I..." Elena was still somewhat unconvinced.

"Go back."

"As ordered!"

Under her boss's second, more stern command, Elena obediently stepped aside.

The second judge approached White Night and Skadi, wearing a uniform similar to Elene's.

A white and purple striped shirt was worn under a black overcoat.

He appeared to be a middle-aged man, wearing a black mask that concealed his expression and eyes.

On the right hangs a swift sword similar to Elene's, while on the left are several revolver cannon magazines.

Bai Ye saw that he was holding a hand cannon in his right hand.

Clearly, he should be able to use the weapon skillfully compared to the half-baked judge, Elena.

The masked judge's aura was steady, and the light emanating from the lantern in his hand grew increasingly dazzling, as if proclaiming his master's determination.

He stopped about ten meters away from White Night and Skadi.

……

“If I could, I would not want to fight you, Grand Inquisitor,” Bai Ye said calmly.

The Grand Judge shook his head, his voice flat: "You should not have set foot in this city."

"No matter the reason, if you violate Iberian law, you should pay the price."

Bai Ye raised an eyebrow; this was the first time his natural charisma, derived from his high charm, had failed him.

"So, there's nothing to talk about?" Bai Ye stood calmly, seemingly unmoved by the rejection.

no need.

"In this world, one sword is all I need to go anywhere. No one can stop me." Bai Ye did not draw his sword.

"You will stay here."

The Grand Inquisitor put down his lantern and drew his swift sword, holding it in his left hand and a hand cannon in his right.

"..."

Bai Ye did not speak again.

But my body became more active.

"Although I don't want to engage in a boring battle, but—"

Bai Ye clenched his fist, his mind and body becoming excited.

"If it were you as the opponent, it would be worth a fight."

As soon as Bai Ye finished speaking, the Grand Inquisitor vanished from the spot.

At the same time, Bai Ye also moved.

With a powerful kick, he kicked up sand and gravel, leaving a small crater in the ground, and he appeared before the Grand Inquisitor.

Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand.

With a piercing metallic clang, the tip of Bai Ye's sword clashed precisely with the Grand Inquisitor's swift sword.

Then came a continuous series of collisions.

The tips of swords collided, constantly emitting intense sparks that seemed capable of setting the street ablaze.

The figures of Bai Ye and the Grand Inquisitor collided and separated, then collided again, seemingly stuck together, constantly appearing anywhere on the coast. Reefs, ruins of the mobile city, and dilapidated houses were all destroyed by the aftershocks of their battle.

The continuous collisions were like an endless storm of metal, but Elena had no time to cover her ears; her eyes were constantly reflecting the sparks generated by the clash between the two powerful figures.

Only then did she realize the gap between herself and her mentor.

This is a fighting style that completely defies normal human behavior.

If I were to go myself, I probably wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of Bai Ye's clothes.

The two moved faster and faster, even Elena, who had received professional training, could not keep up.

Even Eleanor felt that her mentor was at a disadvantage. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but it seemed that the Grand Inquisitor was the one who always sped up, while her opponent, the mysterious outsider, always managed to keep up with the new speed and rhythm at the same time.

In fact, Elena saw with her own eyes that the outsider did not dodge at all; he simply handed over his sword and intercepted his mentor's attack.

They arrived at the same time as those who started later.

Even when the mentor used the swift sword's slender blade to launch a series of thrusts with a circular motion of his wrist, the outsider was able to block each of these attacks.

Even, they were all sword tips.

Then, Eleanor discovered that the outsider's sword tip had appeared ahead of the Grand Inquisitor's attack path.

Every attack from the mentor was like hitting the tip of a sword that Bai Ye had deliberately offered up.

"How is this possible? What kind of swordsmanship is this?!" Elena exclaimed in shock.

"Hmph, White Night is the strongest," Skadi sneered.

"Wow ah-"

Elena was startled and took a few steps back as if her hair had been standing on end. Then she realized that her companion, the Agor, had somehow walked up to her.

"Cough—" Elena quickly composed herself and turned to look at the Agor man who had walked over on his own. She said defiantly, "Hmph, don't be in such a hurry. The teacher hasn't used his hand cannon yet. If he does, he can take him down in an instant! He'll blast all the rocks here to smithereens and turn the sand into glass."

As Elena finished speaking, after a collision that sent the Grand Inquisitor flying, he suddenly raised his right-hand cannon and fired at Bai Ye. A crimson beam shot towards Bai Ye.

As he was repelled, a cyan ball of light suddenly appeared in Bai Ye's left hand, and then, similarly, a beam of light shot out from his palm.

The two attacks collided precisely in mid-air once again, resulting in a violent explosion and a powerful shockwave.

The sand and gravel on the beach were blown away by the explosion, and the tiny particles were given powerful kinetic energy, which was able to carve a deep crater in the reef.

Elena quickly reached out to protect her head, but felt a sharp pain in her cheek. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that a flying piece of sand had cut her face.

The blast wave carried even more sand and gravel toward her.

Elena crouched down and covered her head, bracing herself for the terrifying shockwave, but suddenly found that the pressure in front of her eased.

She looked up and found the same Agor man standing in front of her.

The violent airflow whipped her long, silvery-white hair, but it could not budge her body.

The shockwave struck her, but when it reached Elena, it was as light as a breeze. Its intensity was negligible compared to its original strength.

"you--!"

Elena couldn't describe her feelings at that moment: the relief and relief of escaping death, the shame of being saved by the enemy, the astonishment and anger—

A mix of emotions welled up inside me.

"Why did you save me?!" Her eyes were red as she stared intently at the Agor man in front of her, her breathing heavy.

“It’s just a habit.” Skadi turned her head and answered seriously, “Bai Ye said that strength is not just a weapon for the weak to prove themselves.”

"Hmph, I don't need you to teach me!" Elena puffed out her cheeks. "Don't think you can be so smug just because you saved me."

She paused, then added softly, "But thank you..."

She then added, "Don't think I'll let you off the hook just like that! You evil Agor!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Ashina Style

While Skadi and Elene were interacting amicably, the battle between White Night and the Grand Inquisitor was far from over.

The shockwave and strong winds from the explosion also affected the two people.

Bai Ye did not deliberately resist the impact. In the gale, his figure retreated with the help of the wind, as light as a feather.

The judge, however, was not so graceful. He crouched down and plunged his sword into the sand to stop himself from retreating further, the tip of the sword carving a furrow in the sand.

When the Grand Inquisitor stood up, he remained silent.

A crack appeared on his mask.

Bai Ye's breathing remained steady, as if the sword fight had no effect on him; while the Grand Inquisitor's hands trembled, the countless clashes of swords had almost numbed his left arm and made it numb.

Even with secret techniques that could temporarily enhance their physical attributes, the Inquisitors still couldn't fight a monster like Bai Ye for an extended period.

What's more terrible is——

The judge raised his sword.

This swift sword was forged using technology brought by the "islanders." After the Great Tranquility, Iberia fell from its "Golden Age" into its "Dark Age," and the entire country ceased its exploration of the sea.

The technologies brought ashore by the Agors were thus lost, creating a technological gap. Most of the technological creations of the "Golden Age" became unusable.

Therefore, the weapon in the hands of the Grand Inquisitor is also an irreplaceable treasure. There are not many such weapons in the courtroom, and each one used is one less available.

However, at this moment, cracks had appeared at the tip of the Swift Sword. In the fierce impact, it was not only the Grand Inquisitor's arm that was damaged, but also the weapon.

It was precisely because neither the sword nor the person could continue to withstand such intense sword fighting that the Grand Inquisitor had no choice but to use the hand cannon.

Unfortunately, Byakuya possessed similar offensive techniques, and the Ashina-style swordsmanship did not yield good results. The hand cannon attack, which could easily blast an entire street into dust, was blocked by the storm in Byakuya's palm.

But none of these are what the Grand Inquisitor fears most.

What he was focused on was the swordsmanship of the stranger in front of him.

He precisely blocked every thrust of his sword with the tip of his own. At first, he was simply parrying, but later, it was as if he had anticipated every single one of his thrusts.

Before he could even draw his sword, the stranger had already placed it in the path he was about to thrust.

Is he making a fool of himself?

Raising his head, the Grand Inquisitor looked through the shattered mask at his opponent standing not far away.

not at all.

Both his expression and his aura revealed that this person was fighting with utmost seriousness. This was his fighting style—unpredictable and deadly, capable of shattering the confidence of any master of close combat and inflicting immense frustration.

Of course, this had no effect on the Grand Inquisitor.

Swordsmen regard sword duels as an honor, but for the Inquisition, they are merely tools to eliminate the Sea Heirs, annihilate the Deep Sea Church, and protect Iberia.

The sword in his hand was only for fighting, nothing more. Weapons had no meaning to him.

His sword has no honor.

He doesn't need honors.

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