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Chapter 218, Section 217: I Don't Fight Pokémon—The Foolish Exception

Downstairs, smoke and dust floated, like a battlefield where the smoke of battle had not yet cleared.

"Cough—cough cough—"

Lena's body was embedded deep in the spiderweb-like cracked wall, each cough tearing at her chest, the vomited blood already staining her clothes red.

A sharp pain, as if her spine were breaking, blurred her vision. In the dim light, the black-haired man strolled towards her leisurely. Her mind was blank, filled only with an endless buzzing.

"How is this possible—!"

A silent scream echoed wildly in her heart.

As the strongest disciple under Celie, his immense magical power, cultivated over nearly seven hundred years, was no match for her casual slap.

This overwhelming sense of defeat left her momentarily stunned, almost questioning the meaning of life, and even depriving her of the ability to think.

Gu Yuan stopped three steps in front of her, his gaze calmly sweeping over her face contorted in pain and her right hand that she couldn't lift. His tone was chillingly indifferent: "That's it?"

He took a small step forward, and the invisible pressure suddenly intensified, causing Lena's chest to cave in, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Kaka-

Lena could even hear the faint groans of her ribs under the pressure.

Gu Yuan glanced down at her as if looking at a dying ant: "As an intruder, do you have anything else to say?"

"Plop—"

Lena swallowed hard, trying to suppress the metallic taste rising in her throat, her gaze sweeping across the living room.

His companions lay sprawled on the ground, some unconscious, some groaning, and some even incontinent.

The former pride and purity have vanished, leaving only an appalling mess.

A force mixed with anger and resentment sustained her; she gritted her teeth and tried to gather magic power in her right hand once more.

However, just as the magical light began to shine...

Gu Yuan flicked his toe, pinning her wrist to the wall, and then suddenly exerted force with a loud "Bang!!"

Brick dust erupted, and the five fingers collapsed at an odd angle.

"ah--!"

Lena let out a piercing cry of pain. The magic she had gathered halfway dissipated instantly, and the excruciating pain overwhelmed her consciousness like a tidal wave, almost causing her to faint on the spot.

"Incorrect answer."

Gu Yuan looked around the messy living room, his gaze finally settling on Lena's face, which was contorted with pain and tears welling up, yet she still stubbornly refused to show any weakness.

He leaned down, closing the distance, and asked in a deep voice, "Is this all of you?"

The oppressive feeling was like a mountain collapsing, and Lena's tears flowed uncontrollably, mingling with blood and smearing her face. She also sobbed softly because of the unbearable pain.

It hurts so much—why—how did things turn out like this—

"I don't want to use violence against elves, but there are always some unreasonable people out there."

Gu Yuan stared at Lena's tear-blurred eyes, "You are one, as well as the former Celia."

For him, regardless of race or origin, anyone who threatens his or his family's safety is an irreconcilable enemy.

As he spoke, he looked up to sense the air above and confirmed that Miliealde's breathing was steady and even, which eased his anxiety slightly.

But another discovery made him frown: ever since he stepped into the capital, he had not been able to detect any magical fluctuations from Celie, which was definitely not normal.

"Did you do this on Celia's orders?"

Gu Yuan pressed on, his voice as cold and sharp as a knife, "Where is Celia? I haven't been able to sense her presence since we arrived in the capital."

5

Where is she?

Upon hearing her master's name, Lena felt as if a needle had pierced her deepest wound; her intense protective instincts temporarily overwhelmed the pain and fear.

Fighting back tears and the blood welling in her throat, she used her last remaining strength to loudly retort, "It has nothing to do with Master! We acted on our own!"

She coughed violently, choking on blood and tears, her eyes filled with anger at being misunderstood and deep resentment. "It was you—it was you who imprisoned Master first! With that damned stone ring! We just wanted to rescue her from your control!"

It was because they saw the "Domination Stone Ring" on their master with their own eyes and heard some of his vague and suggestive complaints that they became convinced that their master was being coerced and ultimately planned this "rescue".

"captivity?"

Gu Yuan scoffed, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.

He instantly grasped the situation.

Either Celia's ridiculous arrogance prevented her from being honest with her disciple about the truth of her defeat and being controlled.

Either these overprotected disciples are used to speculating and "saving" others based on their own shallow understanding.

But in any case, the root of this farce points to the great mage who brought him countless troubles.

Click.

Without another word, he reached out his right hand, grabbed Lena's torn clothes, and forcefully lifted her out of the dent in the wall.

Lena was horrified; the feeling of weightlessness as her feet left the ground made her eyes widen in terror.

Before she could react, Gu Yuan casually tossed her into the middle of her companions, who were either vomiting blood or incontinent and in a sorry state.

"Ugh!"

Her body crashed heavily into her companion's soft yet filthy body, and the tearing pain in her right arm made her let out a muffled groan of agony.

She struggled to crawl away and escape this disgusting environment.

But before he could move more than a few steps, he froze as Gu Yuan glanced at him with a murderous look in his eyes, and dared not move an inch.

"What—what exactly do you want?!"

Lena's voice trembled uncontrollably as she tried to mask her impending collapse with a final act of bravado. "I'm warning you! This is the capital! If you dare—dare to do anything improper to us—you will be utterly disgraced!"

"And—don't forget, your woman is upstairs too!"

She tried to use worldly rules and constraints to restrain the man in front of her.

Gu Yuan found it somewhat laughable; her inexplicable pride and feeble threat were meaningless in the face of absolute power.

hum!

With a slight thought, the divine sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, transforming into a streak of cold light that precisely pressed against Lena's snow-white throat.

The moment I pressed down slightly, a sharp, icy sensation came through.

"Ho—"

Lena froze instantly, all her words stuck in her throat, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints with extreme fear.

She could clearly feel her skin being pierced, and warm drops of blood slowly sliding down the blade.

"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!"

This thought was like a hammer blow, shattering all her thoughts.

Seven hundred years of arduous cultivation, the pride of the elves, the belief in rescuing their master—all seem so pale and laughable in the face of life's most primal fear.

Her gaze swept over her companion, who was usually the cleanest and most proud of her noble lineage, but was now covered in filth, slumped in blood and grime, her eyes vacant.

She immediately realized that in the face of absolute power, the beauty and nobility of elves were as thin as a piece of paper, easily torn.

Despair, like the dark, suffocating sea, completely overwhelmed her.