People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

LeBlanc was taken aback, thinking she had misheard. Someone had time to care about a tailor at a time like this?

"Who knows? Probably dead?" But out of politeness, she still gave a brief reply.

"The dress she made..."

"It's the one you're wearing. I just added something interesting to it."

"So, you ruined my new clothes?"

"Well, I guess so... You're so cute, kid. You should be concerned about your own safety right now, not some trivial dress."

"I should be the one saying that."

An angry expression gradually appeared on Syndra's face, and the enormous energy surged wildly within her.

"My magic is boundless; you can't control me!"

LeBlanc's magical chains snapped abruptly, and the black rose fragments floating in mid-air reflected her astonished expression.

She had always known that Syndra was powerful—through Ionian legends and the story of Swain's defeat.

But this magic...?

“You are stronger than I imagined, and this is not even your prime… You fascinate me, Miss Syndra.” LeBlanc instinctively stepped back, keeping a distance of several meters.

This child… based on previous intelligence, she should only have less than 30% of her power left…

Even so, she could still easily break through my illusion chains...

Fortunately, the magic suppression array didn't break... If I can stall a little longer, her power will be mine!

Just as LeBlanc was confidently making her plans, a dark sphere, as deep as a black hole, suddenly appeared.

The terrifying energy contained within the sphere made her heart pound... no, it was the aura of death.

Perfect magic, endless hatred!

LeBlanc smiled and raised her staff, unleashing her full power as the alluring black rose crashed head-on into the sphere.

But the next moment, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Syndra's magic is far greater than hers—even though she only possesses a tiny fraction of her full power now.

The Dark Sphere easily broke through her malevolent magic seal and then crashed into her main body with undiminished force.

Although she immediately used her staff to block, the immense energy still caused blood to spill from the corner of her mouth and pain in her internal organs.

"cough……"

It wasn't until she spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground that LeBlanc realized her mistake.

She thought that with the help of the magic suppression array and a sneak attack, she could easily defeat Syndra. But as it turned out, she was still not cautious enough.

"I'm sorry, Mu Bai... I couldn't control my anger..."

Syndra no longer suppressed her power, and her terrifying magic erupted. She slowly walked out of the tailor shop and then rose into the air.

A crown symbolizing supreme power grew from her head once more, with a pure shadow pearl appearing in the center of the crown, radiating waves of chilling energy.

LeBlanc wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, her beautiful red eyes narrowing slightly.

She could sense the purity of this magic—pure hatred and rage. It was hard to imagine what kind of trauma a young woman in her early twenties must have endured to make magic so malevolent…

"Go to hell, you crazy woman."

Three extremely dark spheres shot out simultaneously, piercing through LeBlanc's body at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Her pale skin was stained red with blood, and her gradually dilating pupils signified the passing of life.

Syndra stared at her indifferently until her full breasts stopped heaving.

Only after confirming her target's death did she turn her gaze to her lower body—the beautiful short skirt was still drawing her magic.

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to destroy the magic suppression array, an extremely alluring voice rang in her ear:

"It's nothing but a mirage."

The woman who was supposed to be dead suddenly appeared behind Syndra, and brutal, evil black magic shot out from her staff.

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"Behave yourselves, or I'll break your heads!"

On the other side of Presidium, Sett was grabbing two Noxian soldiers with bruised and ashen faces, and then tying them back to back.

The defeated Noxian soldiers were mostly captured—except for a few unlucky ones who were abandoned and died from chemical agents.

Although all Ionians deeply resented the invaders, they were unwilling to commit further atrocities after the war was won, and instead chose to imprison the prisoners of war.

The captured Noxian soldiers were all devastated, but one girl wielding a runic greatsword remained silent and calm.

But Mu Bai knew that she wasn't indifferent to being captured; on the contrary, she was more desperate than any other prisoner of war.

Because her faith collapsed.

“Incredible, Mr. Mu Bai!” Burton, covered in blood, stepped forward and excitedly patted Mu Bai on the shoulder. “Those bastards’ supposedly amazing chemical weapons are a joke in front of you!”

The surrounding crowd echoed their sentiments, their praises and boasts blending together, making it impossible to discern the truth from the falsehood.

Mu Bai waved his hand sheepishly, his gaze remaining fixed on Riven.

Hmm... this is a bit tricky to handle.

As one of the chosen ones, Riven definitely needs to be won over. But with a large group of Ionians watching, it's not right to openly discriminate... so we'll just have to make her stay in jail for a few days for now.

"By the way, where's Xin... Xingdora?" After finishing up the remaining work, Mu Bai suddenly realized that the girl who was always sticking to his side was gone.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud bang came from afar.

Several temples in Presidium collapsed with a deafening roar, sending clouds of dust billowing into the air before everyone's very eyes...

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Weak Woman × Bad Woman √

In terms of magical reserves and direct combat ability, LeBlanc is far inferior to Syndra. Even if the latter can only unleash a small portion of her power, it would be enough to secure an overwhelming victory.

However, if we take into account auxiliary skills such as combat experience and strategy, then the outcome is uncertain.

LeBlanc has seen far too many—from fallen celestial warriors to the bloodthirsty lord Mordekaiser who threatens the entire Runeterra with violence, she has experience fighting them all.

Her ability to survive those monsters and secretly control the entire Noxus speaks volumes about her strength.

Just like now, although she doesn't have the ability to directly confront Syndra, she can still hold her own with her cunning and treacherous methods.

She was like a disgusting quagmire; no matter how Syndra attacked, she couldn't land any real blows.

Those incredibly realistic illusions are so deceptive that it's impossible to distinguish them from reality with the naked eye.

“You can’t touch me, little girl,” LeBlanc, or perhaps a vision of LeBlanc, laughed. “Everything you’ve killed was nothing but a mirage.”

Syndra continued her attack without uttering a sound. Several dark spheres drifted wildly in mid-air, and the shockwaves they generated destroyed everything around them.

She carefully avoided the tailor shop, though.

This move undoubtedly increased her burden.

She had already taken a real hit from a dark spell when she was first deceived by the illusion, and now she also has to be distracted by protecting the tailor shop, so the situation is not optimistic.

A few drops of blood seeped from her delicate forehead, turning her vision crimson.

"Hmm... I've absorbed almost all the magic power."

LeBlanc stopped on the ruins left by a collapsed house, preparing to retrieve the magic suppression array.

Although the longer she dragged things out, the more confident she would be in defeating her opponent, she was currently in the enemy's base and had to know when to stop.

"I'll accept these precious magical powers~ Until we meet again, Xin—"

The pale lady was speaking when a sharp longsword suddenly flew over, abruptly interrupting her casting of the spell to retrieve the magic circle.

Upon seeing the long sword, Syndra's pained expression softened into a smile.

She knew that her beloved would come to save her no matter what.

"Are you alright?" A nimble figure appeared after the long sword flashed past.

Mu Bai landed beside the girl, anxiously examining her injuries. The bloodstain on her forehead infuriated him.

"Um...it's nothing..." Syndra shook her head, her voice slightly weak, "I knew you'd get here in time..."

"I'm sorry, I should have stayed by your side the whole time..."

Mu Bai gently rubbed the girl's head, helped her sit down to the side, and then turned to look directly at that damned pale lady.

At that moment, he understood.

Why did the Noxian fleet suddenly attack the eastern strait? Why was Karma held back when she rushed to provide support? Why were those dragon lizard cavalry so determined to disrupt Presidium at all costs?

It's all because of this woman. This pale lady who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

"Hmm? Nice to meet you, Mr. Mu Bai."

LeBlanc sensed the other party's anger, but she remained elegant and composed, showing no sign of panic.

"You arrived faster than I expected, which is commendable."

“I can take you down faster than you think.” Mu Bai put down the injured Syndra, then slowly walked forward and picked up the Stormbreaker stuck in the ground.

Throughout the entire process, LeBlanc made no move—even though the other person was standing less than a meter away from her.

"You want to lay a hand on a vulnerable woman? How ungentlemanly of you..."

"Is the infamous Pale Lady considered a weak woman?"

"Why not?" LeBlanc feigned a pitiful look, perfectly embodying the meaning of the phrase "femme fatale."

"Fine, whatever." Mu Bai gripped his longsword, and a breeze began to swirl around him. "But you hurt Syndra, and whoever you are, I will make you pay the price."

"Hehehe... What kind of price will it cost?"

You wouldn't want to know.

The moment the words left his mouth, the long sword stabbed out with lightning speed.

The Steel-Slicing Flash, fueled by boundless rage, was faster than any of Mu Bai's previous strikes, and the sound of it cutting through the air was clearly audible.

By the time LeBlanc realized what was happening, her body had already been cut into two pieces by the long sword.