The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser couldn't help but shook his head and didn't even look at the trajectory of Viscount Xiaofeng in the air.

"——It should be near us."

Hitana raised her head and stared at Viscount Xiaofeng, who was emitting gray smoke. "Swoosh--" he fell to a place about ten meters away from them. The scattered fireworks in the air were distributed irregularly and ignited several pieces of the lawn.

Are you kidding me? You are so shameful. That pervert saw through everything. You are just like fools!

"After all, it's too far for me to witness him die in battle. What if I get suspicious?"

"Then he is not afraid that the assassin will be shot dead by you again?" Xitana's mind is now very sharp, "If the assassin is killed by you, then his acting will be meaningless."

"That's why, Xitana, I want to bring you out this time."

Anser sighed: "The Skyfrost Tower should have been a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it. I can only take it step by step."

"The fighting in the extraordinary world is not what you are used to. No matter what stage or method, in the end, it still comes down to fists and feet..."

Gleipnir transformed into a hideous and exaggerated hand cannon. While lecturing the girl beside him, the handsome young noble raised his hand and swung it into the air without even looking, firing.

As the roar sounded, Hitana saw a flame explode inexplicably about ten meters above Viscount Xiaofeng.

"…It's as simple as fighting each other."

He continued to move the hand cannon and fired another shot at the castle wall behind him without looking back.

Xitana shrank her neck slightly and turned her head to look, but found nothing except the gap blasted in the city wall.

"Escaped?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "Beacon jumping, it's really not that easy. Forget it, he won't be able to re-enter the game in the short term."

"Just now, that—"

"Sniper, is that strange?" Young Master Hydra waved the murderous weapon in his hand. "Although there is only one Gleipnir in this world, there is more than one gun."

"Sharpness, lock, acceleration, poisoning, bleeding, and even more dangerous effects... As long as the enchantment of the bullet is strong enough, theoretically, even the emperor can be killed with one shot."

Anser laughed at his own words: "Of course, it's just a theory."

Xitana was silent, even a little dazed.

Just like Ansel said, she didn't understand... couldn't accept what was happening before her eyes.

In the Skyfrost Tower, all the battles that Shitana had experienced were confined to the small arena.

Be it a warlock or a warrior, in the end, once she gets close to them, they will not be able to escape a beating.

But what about now? In this world, she could not feel any murderous intent or hostility. She did not know what methods the enemy used, and she did not even know where the enemy was.

If she were Viscount Xiao Feng, what would she do? Wait for death? Stand there stupidly and get shot to death?

Why could Hydra do it? Why did everything that happened now go according to what he said? Is he better than me? Why do I seem to be nothing compared to him?

In this trance, Xitana heard the annoying bastard say: "Don't be dazed, Xitana, the assassination attempt on Viscount Xiaofeng is not over yet."

Coming to her senses, Hitana saw a gap in the safe house high up. A warlock in a black robe waved his staff, and complex circular patterns flashed in front of Viscount Xiaofeng. A warrior holding a sword and shield and wearing heavy armor slowly walked out.

Viscount Xiaofeng, who was covered in wounds, kept coughing up blood. This time, Xitana finally noticed... the shadow under his feet was wriggling strangely, as if something was about to float to the surface of the water and break out from his shadow!

"How many times will you use this ridiculous trick again?"

Xiao Feng roared and swung his fist back, and the assassin who jumped out of the shadows was shattered by the punch, turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Three against one.

There were warlocks providing support from afar at any time, assassins hiding in the shadows, and warriors in heavy armor. If Anser hadn't taken action... there would have been a sniper who could blow his head off at any time.

This guy is dead - that's what Sitana thought.

"Your expression seems to say that Viscount Xiaofeng is dead."

Standing next to Sitana, Anser tilted his head to look at her expression and said this.

"..." The girl remained silent. The pressure made it difficult for her to speak.

"But you should remember that I told him that no one can take his life from me."

"Then this is an established fact, Sitana."

Under Xitana's increasingly dazed gaze, Ansher untied the large wolf cloak on his body and threw it to the ground. Wearing only a black dress vest and a white shirt, his upper body was slender and muscular. His slightly broad shoulders made him look not thin at all. Xitana could even see that the sleeves of his shirt were tight because of his bulging muscles.

Amid the machine's praises, Gleipnir transformed into an icy whip blade.

"Get ready for lesson two, dear Sitana."

The young Hydra loosened his collar, and his bright golden hair fluttered freely in the cold wind, as blazing as the sun.

"I will teach you the essence and soul of fighting."

He declared this, his steps were as graceful as if he was walking to the center of the dance floor.

Chapter 4.7: Good Teacher and Good Tamer (K)

Countless people are curious about what level Anser, or the Hydra clan, is at.

The prerequisite for understanding this matter is... to truly understand what the various stages of a transcendent being mean.

Is it based on the amount of ether stored in the body? Is it based on the amount of ether that can be manipulated? Or is it simply based on the amount of destructive power? No, neither.

The essence of the extraordinary rank division is the transformation and advancement of ordinary people from the extraordinary.

According to the most mainstream path to heaven, the first stage is to transform oneself through rituals and extraordinary items, so that the originally weak mortal body can adapt to the ether from top to bottom and from inside to outside, paving the way to the extraordinary path.

The second stage is to climb on top of this transformed body, constantly tempering one's ability to contain and control the ether. In the final stage, the soul bound by the body is liberated, achieving a perfect unity of spirit and flesh, and the [Crystal Ladder] to the throne is completed.

In the third stage, when the transformed body and the sublimated soul are perfectly united, their existence will truly be separated from mortals. They can freely drive the free ether in the atmosphere, land, and ocean, and can exude mystery without relying on rituals. This is the extraordinary being who sits high on the [throne].

And then there are the scepters, the crowns, and the few supreme ones who truly look down on the world. All the extraordinary ranks are not divided by energy level or power, but by their essence... the ultimate leap.

Only essential transformation can bring more unimaginable power to the extraordinary person, but there is no sublimation of the self brought by the accumulation of power alone.

Therefore, Anser and all Hydra's rank was determined at birth. Even though they have now transformed from violent beasts into creatures no different from humans, their essence has not changed.

——From the beginning, all Hydras have reached the end of the extraordinary level, the [end] of the abyss.

Their "becoming stronger" is just a matter of calmly and easily absorbing strength until their strength matches their own rank. Even if they do nothing and do not deliberately pursue strength, their breath every day and night will make them grow towards a great power comparable to Doomsday.

There are only a few creatures in this world that possess this characteristic - the dragons entrenched in the Tiantu Mountains, the Ming Callers hidden in the deepest part of the Lost Sea, the Flame Feast Royal Family, the eternal rulers of the empire, and... the indestructible supreme calamity, Hydra.

The strongest of these four creatures, or races, are born to reach the end of the extraordinary road. However, Hydra is special and does not form a group. Each generation of Hydra will only give birth to offspring at the end of its life, and there will only be one offspring.

To get back to the point, Anser has always been at a point where there is no way forward in terms of his extraordinary nature, but his current strength certainly cannot match his rank.

The strength of Hydra comes from the different powers brought by the nine heads. Each head has a "talent" that makes all extraordinary people jealous and crazy. Anser, who only has one main head and no other heads, can be said to be the weakest Hydra in history from the outside.

So, how weak is he?

"Shadow jumping and shadowing are essentially using the ether to protect the self that dives into the shadow plane."

Anser put one hand behind his back and wielded the whip blade with the other hand, easily piercing the assassin who leaped out from the other shadows.

But just like Viscount Howling Wind's punch did not cause any actual damage, the assassin who was strangled by Gleipnir turned into shadows and disappeared, which was extremely strange.

"But this is very dangerous. Most of the shadow-related techniques are taboo. They don't make people crazy, but they can easily kill people."

The blond boy walked slowly and shook his wrist slightly, and the sharp black whip blade tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"And the nature of the Crystal Ladder is such that it is impossible for its existence to frequently sneak into the Shadow Plane. In other words... this assassin is completely different from the real assassin I killed yesterday because he is not a human at all."

"It's just a construct disguised as a living thing."

whoosh!

Without warning, a section of the whip blade suddenly broke off, spun and hit the ground, cutting off a clump of burning grass and extinguishing the flames.

"So, if you expect him to use up his ether and physical strength, or try to kill him, it would be a wrong option, because he is just a shadow creation of the warlock in the distance. Before the warlock's ether dries up, normal methods cannot eliminate him."

"——Shitana."

Anser still had time to turn his head and glance at the lonely wolf cub: "How did you choose? Haha... No need to answer, I know from your expression."

"One death." The young Hydra turned back, ignored Xitana's bad look, and continued his teaching.

"But the threat of the shadow creatures is still the primary one. You see, with me holding them back, Viscount Xiaofeng, even though he was seriously injured, was still able to fight on equal terms with the heavily armored warriors holding swords and shields."

The wounded Viscount Xiaofeng seemed to be fighting to the death. He madly punched the warrior killer's shield, beating the opponent back step by step.

"So, destroying him is still the primary option, but the question is... how can we wipe out a lifeless shadow creature?"

"Kill the warlock? They are on guard against Gleipnir. If I can't hit him, even if I can kill the crown with one shot, it will be meaningless. What's more... as a teaching subject, you can't hit him anyway."

"So, keep consuming and delay until his ether runs out? Are you sure how long it will take? Can you guarantee that he doesn't have any recovery potions? During this time...if the sniper comes back, what will you do?"

Anser didn't hear the voice behind him, and raised two fingers without turning his head: "Second death, Xitana."

"Think about it... There are indeed powerful sorcerers in this world who can cast spells and kill people even though they are thousands of miles away. But if this assassin sorcerer has this ability, why would he get so close?"

Xitana, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. She stared at the warlock who was standing on the high ground without moving an inch, and whispered, "Cast a spell...distance!"

"That's right, distance. Do you want to choose to change the battlefield and increase the distance?" Ansor raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sharp blade burst out from the whip again, flying to an unknown place.

"I……"

"Shrinking and hesitating, hesitating and unable to move forward, the third death." Anser interrupted Xitana's words, "See, although the warriors entangled with Viscount Xiaofeng were suppressed, they have been specialized in defense and have always kept him around. Are you sure you can break free from his control?"

The young man sighed, and the whip blade swung and easily strangled the leaping assassin into a shadow. "Distance, distance, he is not setting fireballs from a long distance, he is manipulating creations from a long distance. To manipulate a puppet requires strings, and if this shadow assassin's body does not have a control core, then there must be -"

"Other spellcasting mediums!"

Hitana, who had broken free from the strange feeling, shouted loudly, finally discovering the true weirdness of this battle. She glanced at the devastated fishing ground, where the ground was torn up everywhere due to the fierce battle, and there were sporadic flames burning around because of the explosion of the huge fireball.

……flame?

"Flame is light, and where there is light there is ..."

Chiying——

Gleipnir's densely arranged blades instantly scattered out more than a dozen pieces, and the extremely sharp blades rotated and cut off the burning flaming grass.

"...Shadow." While Hitana was murmuring her answer weakly, Ansher had already cleared away all the fires, big and small, on the field.

From the very beginning, that sharp blade that flew out at the very beginning... Hydra had seen through everything.

This insight felt false and absurd to Hitana.

He was just a guy who drank all day and talked nonsense with the nobles, why would he——

and many more……

Xitana suddenly reacted. She realized that in the past few days, her work seemed... not much.

Anser never took her with him except when he went out, but instead provided the resources for her to retrain on her own.

At that time, Xitana secretly mocked Anser, despised his laziness, and was confident that it would not take long before she could surprise Anser.

But Shitana never thought about what Ansher was doing when she couldn't see him.

Or rather, she did think about it, but she only thought about things that would make her look down on Anser. She never considered the possibility that Anser was also learning to improve himself.

"You're in a daze, Sitana, for the fourth time."

Anser shook his head: "We will reflect on it after class. Now is the practical time, and it's not over yet."

The whip blade swept across the lawn flexibly, absorbing dozens of sharp blades back into the body.

"This heavily armored warrior was teleported here by the warlock. This means that the warlock at least knows three types of spells: fire, space, and shadow. He must be proficient in shadow spells."

Anser strolled closer to the fiercely fighting Viscount Howling Wind and the heavy-armored warriors, speaking at the same volume, but as the distance between them grew, Hitana had to follow them... or, there was no such thing as "having to", she just had to follow them.

The confused young wolf, who had never seen such a fight, took the initiative to follow Hydra's footsteps.

"While keeping this information in mind, what should we do? Try to kill the enemy with all our strength while he is isolated and helpless?"

"...Shouldn't it be?" Hitana hesitated for a moment and asked unwillingly.

In her eyes, the armored warrior was obviously in a weak position. Viscount Xiaofeng's fists had blasted his shield and armor with dense cracks. It was estimated that he would not be able to withstand a few more punches and would be blown up on the spot by the murderous Viscount Xiaofeng.

"From the perspective of the battle situation and the balance of combat power, this is indeed the right choice, but... have you ever thought about one thing, Xitana?"

"One is used to pin Viscount Xiaofeng on the battlefield, making it easier for the warlock and sniper to kill him. He has to bear most of the frontal firepower and is almost a discarded pawn that is doomed to die..."

When Viscount Xiaofeng roared and punched the warrior's head, the whip blade in Anser's hand had already taken a step ahead of him and directly wrapped around the neck of the abandoned warrior, and then threw him high into the sky -

"As a warlock who is good at fire magic, why don't I add some spice to him, for example..."

As the whip blade ruthlessly strangled the warrior whose armor was shattered into pieces, Hitana saw the red molten light gradually bursting out from the cracks in the armor!