A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 125  Conqueror and Dominator - III

"You sorcerers..." Seraphina slowly approached the two people groaning in pain on the ground, squatted down, and tilted her head to look at them. "Do you have to make such a big move to remind me that you're casting a spell? Do you think it's cool? Or do you think you're fast?" "Really... as slow as an ant," she sighed. "Boring." The power of thought, indeed, as Ansel said, has no end. If it were the old Seraphina, she would have to wait for her intuition and perception to warn her of danger before she could react. But now, she would thoroughly think about the battle situation, analyze every move of the enemy, and with her considerable combat experience, she understood what the woman was going to do as soon as she raised her hand. Perhaps it was only a second, or even half a second faster than her intuitive self, but for Seraphina, it was long enough. She looked at the female sorcerer who was coughing up blood and almost killed by a punch, took out a potion from her cloak pocket, opened the bottle and poured a little to ensure that the other party could hang on. "You Revolutionary Army, you have no ability, no faith, I really don't know what you're up to, if you're hoping to overthrow the empire... I might as well expect Ansel to become the emperor." The two members of the Revolutionary Army were obviously furious at this insult. The female sorcerer's fingers slightly bent, the nails nailed to the floor trembled slightly, and then —

her entire palm was smashed by Seraphina's punch. "...Tsk." Amidst the piercing wail, Seraphina pursed her lips and shook off the blood on her hand. "Don't scream so miserably, it makes me look like a bad guy. If I wanted to kill you, your head would have exploded a long time ago." Because of the suppressed anxiety and irritability during this period, always meeting with nobles with Marlina, and having to pretend to be fine in front of Ansel when she returned, all kinds of emotions accumulated, and Seraphina was now in a very dangerous state. The beast in her soul seemed to be dormant, but it seemed to be… igniting the anger in her heart every moment. "I gave you the way, and you chose this situation." Seraphina stood up, stretched lazily, and swung her shoulders. "Well, since you chose the second one, I have to keep my promise and break —" Bang! A loud explosion that Seraphina was all too familiar with — the sound of flesh tearing through the air — erupted in the small room. A few strands of white hair fluttered in the air and fell to the ground. The man who had been pinned down by the female sorcerer had somehow been replaced by another tall and muscular man! The muscular man seemed a bit surprised to see Seraphina dodge his punch, but his second punch, as fierce and brutal as the first, was already on its way to Seraphina's face. The muscles piled up to drive the power, making the fist like a cannon, bombarding Seraphina's face! The girl's pupils contracted to the extreme, her arms crossed to block her face, and the moment the fist hit her forearm, the terrifying impact spread from the point of collision to Seraphina's whole body. She, who had always been overpowering others with her strength, was almost sent flying by a punch! The sound of the floor shattering echoed continuously, and Seraphina's feet sank into it. She nailed her legs to the ground, but even so, she almost slid from one end of the living room to the other, leaving two deep trenches in the shattered floor. "..."

The muscular man slowly retracted his fist, frowning as he stared at Seraphina. "There's no one as good as you under that junkie Cadric's hand, oh, wait..." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His gaze lingered on Seraphina's messy snow-white hair, and then he saw the girl's eyes gradually revealing a fierce and intense fighting spirit, and he understood. "I see, Marlowe of the disaster, the big shot under Hydral's hand." "As a Crystal Staircase, you can withstand this punch, you do have the capital to be valued by him." The muscular man walked slowly towards Seraphina. "If I hadn't arrived in Sparklens City in time today, the Albatross and the Hornbill would have fallen into your hands." "... Hmph." Seraphina pulled her legs out of the floor, shook her slightly aching arms, and sneered, "You think you can save them just because you're here? You think too highly of yourself." "It's just one more..." "Cripple!" The wolf howled excitedly, the trace of the black cloak in the air was like black lightning, bursting with thunder in the echoing sound! The muscular man was different from the other two members of the Revolutionary Army who had no ability to fight back. When Seraphina rushed towards him like a storm, his seemingly too bulky and clumsy body had already moved. He threw a heavy hook punch at Seraphina's abdomen, tearing through the wind. Seraphina sneered, her constantly thinking and defensive mind saw through his trajectory as soon as the muscular man swung his fist. She stepped on the ground, her body flew up like a hawk flapping its wings, and a knee hit the man's face, and the crisp sound of bone cracking rang out instantly. But the muscular man's figure did not waver, he raised his hand to grab Seraphina's ankle, and the girl, whose combat skills had improved by leaps and bounds, had already stepped on his shoulder with one foot, using the force to flip back and land steadily. "... Incredible physical strength and combat awareness." The man wiped his face, his broken nose and eyebrow bone quickly bulged and recovered. If you also remove the mottled blood on his face, it looks like he hasn't been injured at all. "

"You still have time to chat?" Seraphina raised her eyebrows slightly, the violence in her eyes began to flicker, and her figure once again left afterimages. She ducked to avoid the man's counterattack, her five fingers came together, and her delicate and white fingers seemed to pierce through space, with a sharp whistle, they stabbed straight at the muscular man's throat! Hiss — Blood splashed on her white back of the hand. Seraphina clearly had no intention of taking his life, but this guy was indeed not so easy to deal with, so she planned to disable his combat power to the greatest extent. Compared with the extraordinary beings of the third stage, what Seraphina lacks the most is means, she does not know offensive means, defensive means, even the simplest spell to amplify physical strength. For her, to end the battle in the shortest time with a storm-like offensive, naturally is the best choice. The girl's eyes were slightly condensed, and in this lightning-fast moment, her knife-like fingers swept horizontally, mercilessly cutting open the muscular man's windpipe! But at the same time, a very bad premonition suddenly surged in her heart.

… Behind her! -->