Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Damn it, where did this complicated technique come from!

Lu Ziyun gritted her teeth and didn't wait for Zhenbai to make a second cut.

He charged forward, swinging his iron rod, his target being Zhenbai's knife.

He didn't want that knife to get any closer to him; knocking her weapon away was his top priority!

"A smart decision, but it was useless."

Mashiro jumped to dodge the sweeping attack, then spun Congyu halfway in her hand before slashing down at Lu Ziyun.

"clang!"

Lu Ziyun raised the iron bar to block, and the immense force made him squat down, cracking the ground.

Mashiro jumped back and did not continue the pursuit.

She stood still, with raindrops hanging down beside her.

Lu Ziyun took several steps back to steady herself, the iron rod planted on the ground, and looked up at her.

A primal fear surged through him; his body was threatened by something he had never imagined, and his instincts told him to run.

Lu Ziyun gripped the iron rod tightly, her nails digging into her palm.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the fear.

This is the mindset of a weak person; he cannot allow himself to have this kind of fear.

Mashiro tilted her head, looking at the trembling deer: "Scared?"

"Nonsense."

Lu Ziyun leaped forward, the iron rod sweeping horizontally from the right, an arc of electricity enveloping the rod and drawing a streak of light.

Mashiro neither dodged nor avoided, but directly grasped the iron rod.

This attack is no longer effective against her; all of Lu Ziyun's struggles are merely appetizers before the main course.

Mashiro smiled slightly and reached out to grab his wrist, which was holding the iron rod.

Lu Ziyun's pupils contracted, he released his right hand from the stick, and his whole body sprang backward.

The iron bar fell to the ground, sparks flying.

Zhenbai's fingers missed his wrist by an inch, but grasped at nothing.

Lu Ziyun retreated to the edge of the rooftop, panting.

The fear from that moment before surged back up, and my body automatically dodged when her fingers approached, completely out of my control.

He looked down at his hands; his fingers were trembling.

Damn!

He gritted his teeth, kicked the iron bar off the ground, and gripped it back in his hand.

Mashiro didn't chase after him. She stood in the center of the rooftop, switched Cong Yu to her left hand, and shook her slightly numb fingers with her right hand.

"They run pretty fast."

Lu Ziyun didn't say anything. He walked around the edge of the rooftop, keeping as far away from Zhenbai as possible.

An iron rod was held horizontally in front of him, with arcs of electricity flickering uneasily across its surface.

He needs to change his tactics. A direct confrontation will only result in her getting hit; he needs to rely on speed.

Mashiro turned her head to look at him, without moving.

The next instant, Lu Ziyun vanished from the spot.

Instead of rushing directly at Mashiro, he stepped onto the broken wall, the electric charge exploding beneath his feet, and launched himself onto the other side of the wall.

Then he used the wall to change direction again, and after several turns, he had circled around to behind Mashiro.

The iron bar thrust out, aiming for her shoulder.

Chapter 168 The Little Deer is So Cute

Without turning his head, Zhenbai grabbed the knife and stabbed it backward, the tip of the knife hitting the iron bar.

As soon as Lu Ziyun stepped back, he returned to the edge of the rooftop and continued circling.

Mashiro turned around and sighed helplessly: "Shika, you can't do this."

Lu Ziyun gripped the iron rod tightly, offering no reply.

He knew she was provoking him, but he couldn't keep hiding forever.

If you keep hiding, you'll eventually accumulate enough chances to escape.

He took a deep breath and pushed off the ground again to charge forward.

This time he changed his attack pattern, striking the iron bar three times in quick succession without pausing.

Mashiro blocked the first blow, dodged the second one to the side, and when the iron rod came up from below for the third blow, she jumped back.

But this is exactly the result Lu Ziyun wanted.

Instead of retracting the stick, he flung it out of his hand, sending it spinning towards Mashiro Menmon.

"Won't it get boring if we keep doing this?"

Mashiro sighed, withdrew Murasame, and caught the flying iron rod in her hand.

"what?!"

Lu Ziyun stared at her in shock.

He was accelerated by electric charge!

Could she really handle such a high-speed weapon with ease?!

Mashiro landed back on the ground, waving the iron bar in her hand.

She said with satisfaction, "Hmm, as expected of the weapon Little Deer selected, it really suits you."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and activated the magical power within her body.

Now that she's gotten used to it, she should be able to use it.

Crackling sounds!

Under Lu Ziyun's incredulous gaze, sparks flew from Zhenbai's body.

"Ha ha!"

Mashiro, having successfully mastered the lightning attribute spell, burst into laughter, "Electricity? A piece of cake!"

"Stab!"

The lightning bolts were charged into the iron rod by Mashiro, who swung it twice and then pointed it at Lu Ziyun: "Thor? You're the challenger!"

Lu Ziyun froze on the spot, her eyes wide open.

All the lightning-attribute magical power I've used my entire life has been copied by a white-haired girl?!

Is there any logic to this? Is there any law left? Has the basic law of sorcery been followed?

The arcs of electricity dancing on his iron rod glowed with a familiar blue light, but it wasn't his electricity!

Yes, there are cows!

Mashiro didn't give him time to digest it.

She disappeared from the spot, clutching the iron bar she had seized, and reappeared in front of him in the next instant.

The iron rod cleaved down diagonally from the upper left, and electric arcs flashed in the air.

Lu Ziyun shifted to the side, the iron rod grazing his nose, the electric charge making the hairs on his face stand on end.

He instinctively stepped back to create distance, but Mashiro pushed off the ground and caught up.

"Why are you running!"

Mashiro's voice came from behind, her tone light and cheerful.

Lu Ziyun turned around and saw that the iron rod in Zhenbai's hand had been thrown aside.

He held a small pebble in his right hand, and blue lightning crackled between his fingertips.

"Railgun!"

Mashiro shouted and flicked his finger.

The small stone was accelerated by the electrical energy and rushed towards him at high speed.

Lu Ziyun turned around and smashed the stone with a punch.

Mashiro was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, it's true that speed-up stones aren't very useful for Special Grades."

Mashiro looked at Lu Ziyun again; he had already begun to shift his position.

It seems they're trying to use the complex terrain to delay them.

They chased each other until they reached another residential area.

Mashiro jumped down from the building, flipped in mid-air, and reached out with her right hand to grab his shoulder.

Lu Ziyun dodged to the side, her fingers brushing past his collar. He used the stair railing as a springboard to jump onto the wall of the opposite building.

He ran a few steps with his shoes on the vertical wall, then grabbed the second-floor windowsill and climbed up.

Before he could even stand properly, an electric arc exploded along the windowsill, and he jumped from the windowsill onto the rooftop.

Mashiro used the roof of the adjacent building to leap across the gap between the two buildings and landed behind him.

The iron rod had somehow returned to her hands.

As the iron rod swept across, Lu Ziyun ducked, and the rod grazed past her head.

As he squatted down, he pushed off the ground with both hands, sliding backwards along the ground until he stopped at the edge of the rooftop.

My heels were dangling in the air, and looking down I could see the narrow alleyway filled with garbage bags and fallen utility poles.

Mashiro stood in the center of the rooftop, with an iron rod beside her.