Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"laugh!"

Similarly, Scáthach's arm was once again ripped open by the cross-shaped spear, leaving a gruesome wound that sprayed crimson blood in all directions.

After several fierce battles, the elegant long dress worn by the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, which hindered her movement, was torn in many places, and the intricate edges were ripped off, revealing her round and firm thighs. Her movements revealed glimpses of her cleavage, and the fabric, stained with blood, was crimson in patches, creating a kind of ferocious and eerie beauty.

Well……

The long-lost pain is truly something to miss and something to be excited about!

Scáthach wiped away a trickle of blood from the wound on her lower abdomen, raised her hand to admire the vibrant color, her blood-red eyes radiating a unique brilliance, her fiery aura boiling once more, and her scarlet demonic spear poised to fire.

"Stop! Same rules as always, I concede!"

Seeing Samael covered in blood and looking miserable, his eyelids twitched, he grimaced and gasped for breath, and decisively raised his hands in surrender.

"boom!"

However, a red light, like a thunderclap, arrived in an instant, and the backward-growing thorns gleamed with a chilling light. The terrifying forest of guns filled Samael's entire field of vision in the blink of an eye.

"Again?!"

The ancient serpent's pupils contracted sharply, as if spring-loaded, and it retreated rapidly, shrieking as it narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the crimson demonic spear.

"You won't die from this level of injury."

Scáthach stepped forward, drew her weapon, raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and spoke with certainty.

"It's just a friendly spar! It's a friendly spar! Does it have to be like a crime scene every time?"

Looking at his body, which was almost entirely devoid of healthy snakeskin, Samael felt a surge of frustration and bitterness.

I knew it! Whenever I spar with this woman, it always turns into a life-or-death struggle!

Why don't you even know why I'm afraid to visit the Land of Shadows? Don't you have any self-awareness? Wouldn't it be better if we all had a cup of tea and talked about our life ideals?

Every time we meet, I'm exhausted and my skin is raw. How can we possibly have a good time together?

Scáthach didn't take it seriously, but offered a quiet reminder.

"In any battle, there is no room for relaxation. How will you know your limits if I don't push you to the brink? And how will you defeat me?"

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right!"

Samael gave a dry laugh, his eyes darting around as he furtively backed away.

"If I'm right, then why are you running away?"

Shaka's smile widened as he twirled his magic spear and walked over, his gaze fixed on the slippery serpent.

Nonsense! If we don't run, are we just going to wait to be turned into a hornet's nest by you?

Seeing that his plan had been exposed, Samael decisively fled toward the spatial node, not forgetting to complain bitterly.

"I already said I admit defeat, can't I just quit?"

"no!"

A pleased smile curved Scáthach's lips, her crimson eyes gleaming, and the magic spear in her hand pierced the sky, mercilessly striking her opponent.

With its keen senses, the ancient serpent nimbly dodged the attack, its waist and abdomen seemingly detached from its spine. The demonic spear, stained with a trace of blood, was driven into the ground, its tail trembling.

“If you still retain anything, you will truly die! Show me…”

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom leaped forward, her right hand bent as she reached for her demonic spear, while issuing a stern warning.

However, just as the distance between them rapidly closed to within two meters, the figure in front suddenly took a step back, its narrowed snake eyes flashing with a sinister light.

At the same time, a sudden, swift straight punch from below violently slammed into Scáthach's abdomen.

"boom!"

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom's beautiful body drew a poignant arc in mid-air, flying backward like a cannonball, scattering the boundless chaotic waves along its path.

"Want to pursue me? It won't be that easy, old friend."

At this moment, Samael turned around leisurely, released his Pankrasin fighting stance, loosened his joints, gave a gruff piece of advice, and then prepared to tear open the spatial dimension to end this deadly sparring match.

Chapter Eleven: You have few friends, so use them sparingly.

"unarmed?"

However, a playful whisper echoed behind them, and the tide of chaos surged. Scáthach casually pinned the crimson magic spear to the side, and slowly walked over, her blooming smile both beautiful and dangerous.

Immediately, magic surged forth, and in the blink of an eye, a fair and crystalline fist rapidly enlarged in front of Samael.

"boom!"

But with a series of fluid movements—a sideways movement, a finger bend, a grab, and a swing of the arm—Scáthach, whose right shoulder was restrained, was thrown downwards with a backhand. With a deafening roar, she crashed into the spatial membrane, and radial cracks spread out beneath her.

"I can't beat you at marksmanship, but I might be able to beat you in hand-to-hand combat, so how about a peaceful fight, old friend..."

Samael smiled and reached out to help Scáthach up, giving each other a way out.

However, his outstretched fingers were suddenly gripped tightly, and the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom turned around, her smile playful.

"is it?"

At the same time, a series of smooth movements, such as turning sideways, bending fingers, grabbing and pressing, and swinging arms, were imitated and used on a certain bad guy, making him fall around in a daze.

You lied to me once, so I'll return the favor once. That's fair!

Scáthach smirked and lunged at Samael again. The ancient serpent had no choice but to be extremely cautious and defend itself with all its might for the sake of its life.

Bang bang bang!

In the chaotic, turbulent spatial realm, two intertwined figures transformed into streaks of light, their fists striking each other with deafening roars, like continuous rumbles of thunder in a clear sky. Samael was subtly gaining the upper hand.

In the future, due to social changes and technological development, cold weapons will indeed decline, but unarmed combat, which combines new concepts such as biomechanics and bioengineering, will gradually become an ultimate skill.

Over the long years, Samael not only learned the Pankrasin killing techniques and the essence of Mexican wrestling, but also, based on this and combined with his memories of future fighting, enhanced his unarmed combat abilities.

With the immense power of the Beast's Authority and the incredible flexibility of his divine physique, Samael's entire body became a weapon, and every move he made was a weapon in itself.

In a short time, the UFC ring showcased exquisite joint locks, Muay Thai's elbow and knee combinations, Xingyi and Bajiquan's power generation theories, and even various attack methods derived from weapons such as axes, swords, hammers, and guns, all emerging one after another.

Therefore, Scáthach, who abandoned the Crimson Spear and used her weakness to attack the enemy's strength, was inevitably drawn into the rhythm and suppressed.

"boom!"

Samael used both hands to deflect and pull in an arc, causing Scáthach to lose her balance under the force.

Immediately, the ancient serpent stomped its feet hard, arched its back and straightened its body, and exerted force with its horizontal arm. The soft and slippery force instantly became fierce and incomparable, like a mountain peak that had been overturned and crushed. Scáthach crashed heavily into the light wall, creating violent ripples and leaving a human-shaped dent with cracks all over it.

"Excellent! Excellent! You actually have such skill, beautiful...! My friend, you always manage to surprise me!"

Scáthach laughed heartily, her purple hair dancing wildly in the wind like thousands of swimming dragons and snakes. She immediately pulled her body out of the light barrier, and the moment she landed, she stepped, twisted her body, lowered her shoulders, and thrust her elbows in one smooth motion, mimicking the previous move with a 70-80% similarity.

Even in some minor ways, the Queen of the Land of Shadows made appropriate adjustments based on the feedback from her muscles and limbs, making her elbow strikes faster and stronger.

That's why I hate naturally gifted players...

Samael staggered backward, feeling indignant at Scáthach's rapid progress, which allowed her to complete the path he had explored over hundreds of years in just a few moments. He grumbled at the increasingly formidable Scáthach.

"I'm telling you, Your Majesty, you fight so fiercely, you might never be able to get married."

"Ah, my wedding hall is only on the bloody battlefield, where the enemy's pain is a blessing, their wails are cheers, and their blood is flower petals!"

"And what about your future husband? Did you scare him away?"

"Want to know? I'll tell you if you win!"

Scáthach winked and smiled meaningfully, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce, gradually shifting from defense to offense, and step by step regaining the advantage.

Half an hour later, the two battered bodies, struck simultaneously and repeatedly, slid backward like cannonballs, carving deep furrows beneath their feet.

boom!

boom!

Almost simultaneously, the two, who had been staring intently at each other, fell backward, like a broken and tumbling mountain, creating ripples on the wall of light.

"I say, is it finally a draw?"

The knight, his face bruised and swollen, stared blankly at the sky, his muffled voice revealing weariness and helplessness.

"So-so, but this level of quality isn't enough for me to keep your secret."

Scáthach, who was also seriously injured, struggled to her feet, leaned against the crimson magic spear, and kicked her old friend lying dead on the ground, her tone playful.

"Let's talk after I get past you. I can't be stabbed to death before Skadi catches me cheating, can I?"

Furthermore, a word of advice from the heart, Your Majesty: you don't have many friends, so you should be more frugal with them..."

Samael weakly got up from the ground, his face filled with sorrow and distress.

"Alright, since you've tried so hard, I won't tell Skadi about this. Stop complaining..."

Scáthach glanced at the pitiful-looking guy, softened her tone slightly, and offered some considerate compensation.

The great battle has ended, and our wishes have been fulfilled.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Samael's eyes. He took the cup and wine jar handed to him from the side, skillfully broke the seal, poured out the amber-colored liquor, and toasted with his familiar old friend.

As the bubbly, golden liquor entered my throat, its intense sweetness and spiciness exploded on my taste buds, spreading a warm sensation throughout my body, accelerating the healing of the wounds and bruises from the previous fight.

"As expected, the mead from the Land of Shadows tastes much better!"

Samael drank the contents of his cup in one gulp and praised it highly.

Scáthach picked up the wine jar, casually filled it for her friend, and watched the chaotic tides gather and disperse, chatting idly.

"Asgardian mead is really that bad?"

"That's not necessarily true. It's just that with alcohol, it depends on who you're drinking with..."

Samael twirled the blanket in his hand, looked at Scáthach's stunning profile, smiled faintly, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

The Norse pantheon has a complex and widespread influence, and the Shadow Kingdom in Ireland is an unripe fruit built on the foundation of the Norse pantheon.

In order to expand influence and solidify the foundation of the divine generation, the exchange of information between them is essential.

He was sent by Odin to the Land of Shadows to teach Scáthach the primordial runes.

When the two first met, the Queen of the Land of Shadows treated him to a cup of mead.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows was slightly taken aback, but a faint smile immediately appeared on her face as she raised her wine glass.

"Well then, cheers?"

"cheers!"

The two, who are both teacher and friend and have known each other for thousands of years, raised their glasses and drank together, creating an increasingly harmonious atmosphere.

boom!

However, this tranquility did not last long. A dull tremor came from the outer wall of the alien space, the flagship shook violently, and a huge, ferocious black shadow rose sinisterly from the surging chaotic waves.

"Something's watching us! Let's go!"

Samael's expression changed drastically. He roared a warning, decisively tore through the spatial barrier, grabbed his cross-shaped pistol, and rushed towards the deck with lightning speed.

Scáthach's fingers, which were raising her glass, froze in mid-air, and her face darkened.

That bastard doesn't look half-dead at all; he didn't even use his full strength!

Lie to me again!

I'll settle the score with you later!

Scáthach glared at her cunning friend, then stood up, drew her crimson spear, and followed.

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Queuing for nucleic acid testing (went to bed early yesterday, updating as usual today).

The new Delta strain has infected my family back home. There are citywide nucleic acid tests going on. I got up early this morning to queue up, and I'll be back after I finish this afternoon. I can't stay up late last night, so I apologize to everyone. Therefore, the update will be delayed until 10 pm tonight. Consider it a day off.

My hometown is in Henan, and the situation there is quite serious. Everyone has started storing food. Please be careful while you are away.

I will definitely resume updating before 10 PM.

Chapter Twelve: Look how thin you've gotten from hunger.