After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The chances of winning are already slim. If you give the initiative to the opponent under such circumstances, it would be like putting your head on the guillotine.

Therefore, the intervals must be measured and the battle must be fought in such a way that the dominance can be achieved.

——Hang——Zheng!

Of course, Murphy also knew how difficult it was to face her as an opponent.

After all, the enemy is Ames Castina, the brave and heroic one.

As expected, the two lines that suddenly attacked were easily bounced off by a ray of white light.

Murphy launched attacks from two different angles. One attack was blocked by Ames from the front, and the other was dealt with cleanly and neatly by her with a slight move of her wrist.

Tsk, he's clearly using a two-handed sword, yet he can do such skillful things.

"...Don't interfere. I will kill him right here."

After blocking these two attacks, Ames gave orders to the guards who drew their swords and moved around behind Murphy.

Maybe this is what is called chivalry. Thanks to it, I was saved.

But this kind of calmness like "one person is enough to deal with you" really makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts. Maybe it's the meaningless self-esteem that is at work.

Even though her anxious stomach was about to burst, her voice was calm.

It was more than enough, and I didn’t even break a sweat.

Murphy took a deep breath, suppressed the violent thoughts in her mind, and narrowed her eyes.

This duel was completely different from the previous duel with Filia in the alley.

It could even be called a game, but this was undoubtedly a fight for life.

Both sides in the decisive battle were determined to chop off the other's head no matter what the cost.

At least that's what Murphy thought and did.

Because if he doesn't make up his mind to fight, he will definitely lose.

However, it was different from what he expected.

Although Ames held the double-edged sword in front of her, showing a posture that was ready to repel Murphy's attack without any explanation.

However, she did not emanate any murderous intent or hostility.

As for why? Perhaps it was simply a desire to capture the enemy alive.

It's really infuriating, but also understandable, because the difference in combat effectiveness between them is absolutely real.

Perhaps Ames had already realized from the previous attack that her level was insignificant in front of her.

Yes, this is a natural judgment.

But it is precisely because of this that there is that tiny opportunity.

So, Murphy took a deep breath.

Then, using the dust kicked up by his feet to block his vision, he rushed forward.

At the same time, his upper body rotated, and with the help of inertia, he used the sword to draw a jumping silver semicircle.

However, there is always a white area in front of the jumping silver light.

Every time a flash of silver tore through the air, the deafening sound of metal clashing with stone would echo all around.

Every strike is an attempt. If the upper body doesn’t work, try the middle body. If the middle body doesn’t work, try the lower body.

Angle, timing, speed, every blow is trying various means.

Because of this, Murphy even felt like she was suffocating.

His lungs were racing for air, and his feet felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.

But he knew very well that as long as he had a chance to try to breathe, his body would definitely be torn apart by the opponent.

Although Ames had no intention of killing, Murphy could sometimes feel that the golden gaze would become fierce from time to time, as if it was thinking about how to take his life.

And sometimes, an indescribable violence would flash across that gentle face.

Murphy knew that if Ames wanted to do that, her body would be split in half in an instant, her skull would be blown off, and her hands and feet would be broken.

Yes, in just one breath.

Then.

——Sure enough, there is only one chance of victory.

Murphy could feel that her brain was beginning to lack oxygen and her vision was gradually blurring.

But the silver light he cut out by reducing his own life and spirit seemed to be of no use.

Aimees easily blocked it by using only the strength of her wrists and waist.

The other party still did not take the initiative to attack, so he was able to survive.

I'm really grateful for this, but if we continue like this, we won't have any chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Murphy kicked the ground hard and took a few steps back.

He knew that if the opponent rushed over and attacked him again at this moment, he would die here.

However, even though Ames knew this, she didn't even have the desire to move her feet.

"...Let's put down our swords, Mephistopheles. This fight is pointless."

Ames said this again, but this time the meaning was slightly different from before.

The body is trying to release heat energy through sweating, but the speed is simply unable to keep up.

Therefore, a burning sensation covered the chest cavity, and the breath exhaled from there seemed to turn into flames, as if it was going to burn the mouth.

Then, she, Ames said this, you can't hurt yourself with your skills, there is no point in continuing.

In this regard, Murphy could only feel helpless and could not even muster a trace of anger.

Because he knew it very well and noticed it during the brief fight just now.

Just as Ames said, although she is still young, the brilliance of her sword skills is flawless.

Among the companions from her previous life that Murphy has met so far, Filia's swordsmanship is still immature, and Candice's magic has not yet been thoroughly mastered.

However, he was only frightened by Ames Castina's swordsmanship, as if she had been in perfect form since she was young.

I heard that heroes are destined and brave men are favored by God.

As for Ames, Murphy even suspected that she was created by God himself.

So he looked back and found that the guards standing behind him were also stunned.

But there was no sign of the lizard among them. Could it be that it was looking for Adeline?

Murphy's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"That's more than enough, but it's also true that my swordsmanship is terrible. If it were a head-on battle, it would be really terrible."

Murphy wiped the sweat from her forehead and said so.

Amidst the flying dust, Ames blinked slightly.

"Murphy, I... yes, I don't hate you. In fact, I can even say that I am interested in you."

"I truly don't believe this is simple theft, and I won't kill you here. So, please come with me. I will never harm you. I swear to God."

Hearing this, Murphy's eyes froze involuntarily, and her skin froze as well.

Aimees, why are you interested in me?

At this moment, Murphy's mood was very complicated.

He didn't know whether those words meant that bad things would continue to haunt his fate in the future, just like in his previous life.

He could only feel worried about this.

Ah, how can you think like that?

What a loser, such a loser.

Don't overthink it, cheer up.

Because now, it’s not the time yet.

Because the winner has not yet been decided.

"What are you talking about? I haven't even been hurt. If you want me to lay down my weapon, use that sword, Aimee Castina."

Even Murphy herself felt that this sentence was a very obvious provocation.

But he knew that even so, Ames would still come.

Even if she knows it is a temptation, she will face the danger.

Murphy was very sure that this person named Ames was like this.

As expected, after hearing his words, Ames's golden hair shone, her eyes sparkled, and she took action in an instant.

No sound.

It was just a moment.

A cold light flashed in his open eyes, emitting an aura of hunting prey.

Then the dust dispersed on its own, clearing a path for her to move forward.

The time it took Ames to move forward was so short that it even made Murphy feel that the ground had shortened for her.

Then, the moment the thought came to him, he was already in the white light.

Aimees raised the double-edged sword in the middle and twisted her waist to draw an arc.

The blade of the white blade will hit the left ribs at an extremely fast speed, and there will be no time to react with the sword.

No, I have to withstand this attack.

Otherwise, in a few seconds, I would probably see myself lying on the ground with several broken bones.

But the eyes could not see the movement of the sword, and could only detect something white approaching at the moment the flash was emitted.

How powerful it is? You will know it once you see it in person. It is powerful beyond your comprehension.

One can only marvel at this.

——But, it is still expected.

That is the speed he knows, and the chance of victory lies there.

Before this scene came into view, he had already placed his hands very low, letting the silver light shine.

Only once, only one chance.

This is the moment when gold is about to come.

Starting from the lowest point within his field of vision, Murphy thrust the dagger in his hand upward into the sky.

It was not a blow intended to protect the body, but was intended to attack the opponent's lower abdomen.

It was a strike based entirely on anticipation, guesswork, and the use of all the experience he had accumulated in the past.

Although if it goes wrong it might just be a meaningless blow that misses the target.

However, this is all that can be done at present.

Murphy felt the rupture in his left abdomen before he saw the white light, but at the same time, a silver light flashed at his hand, and he moved forward to cut off the enemy's internal organs.

The last sound he heard was the howling of the wind.

The last thing he felt was a sharp pain that tore his body apart.

Chapter 43 The Lost

His shoulders were shaking violently, as if even this body itself was about to cry.

I could hear my own breathing in my ears and my eyes were filled with tears.

The hurricane of emotions that kept emerging was raging in the heart of Frodo Volgograd.

Before her eyes, the duel began.

On one side is the genius with golden eyes and hair, Ames Castina.