"No, can this thing be called a sword?"
Looking at the heavy mace that was thick, strong and hard on the shoulders of Miss Oiran, Dorothy was still greatly shocked even in the state of the Goblin King. She couldn't help but asked in surprise. .
Although Japanese witches have always been indifferent to swords, and they say they are swordsmen, but in fact they use samurai swords or something like that, but no matter how you think about it, the mace definitely does not belong to the classification of swords, this thing should be classified as a blunt weapon.
However, Ibuki Taifu had no intention of answering her doubts.
The oiran lady was still abiding by the rules of the oiran welcome banquet at this time. Although she was moving now, and she was going to beat up a guest severely, as long as she didn't speak, it was not a violation.
After all, the rules of the oiran's reception banquet only require her not to eat, drink, or talk to the guests. It doesn't say she can't fight.
However, although she didn't speak, she glanced disdainfully at the little witch who was so surprised that she couldn't even close her mouth because of this little battle. There was a clear meaning in her charming eyes. .
"Are you a swordsmith or am I? How can a sword be such an immutable thing? If I say a mace is a sword, then it is a sword. In the entire Japanese island, no one knows how to make swords better than me."
The otaku witch with a strong inspiration attribute could easily read the oiran's eyes, so after a moment of silence, she shrugged in relief.
Okay, you are a professional in making swords, so you can do whatever you want.
Dorothy didn't dwell too much on such a small issue. After all, the atmosphere had already been set up here, and it was impossible not to fight just because she didn't want to fight.
So
"Since Miss Oiran has accepted the challenge, let's set some rules for the competition. This is a banquet after all. It would be bad if it makes too much noise and affects other guests. This time we will have a banquet. How about a less noisy literary fight? It mainly focuses on sword skills, so you don’t need to use too much magic power. How about setting the upper limit of our magic power output at 5w Mana?"
The otaku witch suggested.
While she was talking, she calmly made an expression like "I am doing this all to take care of the face of you, the landowner."
Well, this is a flower street tour house after all, and there are many guests on the second and first floors downstairs. If the two of them really get into a fight, let alone this tour house, the whole street or even the entire building Japan Island will all suffer.
So, it was not because he was afraid of being beaten too badly that he gave up. Absolutely not, the Goblin King was fearless.
Therefore, after saying this, the otaku witch's body consciousness returned her body to her martial spirit again, causing the martial spirit incarnation to protest slightly.
However, when the Ibuki Oiran opposite heard such a proposal, she snapped her fingers. Then, the otaku witch who was in the center of the stage suddenly felt like the world was spinning. She felt like the whole room was spinning and shaking.
No, it wasn't a feeling at all, it was just that the whole banquet hall was shaking.
I saw that the shoji doors and walls around the originally Japanese-style tatami-style banquet hall were all moving and changing. The whole house seemed to have turned into a large Rubik's Cube, deforming and rotating.
After everything calmed down, Dorothy found herself in a huge arena surrounded by countless Japanese-style wooden houses. On the opposite side of the arena, the oiran lady was looking at her with a smile.
As for the original guests, they were now scattered among the countless Japanese-style box rooms around the arena. Their postures were a bit strange, some were hanging upside down from the ceiling, some were sitting on the top of the ceiling, and some were simply nine Ten degrees perpendicular to the wall.
It's as if in this space, things like direction, gravity, etc. have all been disrupted.
(Referring to the local layout in Demon Slayer where Muzan crossdresses, it seems to be called Mugen City.)
"No, isn't this a flower street? Why is there such a high-end gladiatorial arena? Are there any customers who like to fight while fighting? What kind of weird xp."
Dorothy was a little confused. No matter how she thought about it, a gentle town like Flower Street was not suitable for a bloody facility like the Arena. But after thinking about it carefully, the otaku witch had to admit that this was really a witch.
From this point of view, although the customs and habits of Japan Island are quite oriental, the spiritual core is still very witchy.
"Okay, if you're not literate, you're not literate. Who is afraid of whom?"
The house witch was dissatisfied with the tongue, it was a pity. It seems that this fatty is not running away today, and people will really hurt.
But it’s not a big problem. It’s the Fairy King who fights anyway, and it’s her who will bear the pain.
Dorothy silently assigned all the pain sensations in her body to her own martial spirit.
Well, Xiaosi, you have an unyielding martial spirit and are the best. Come on, the organization will not forget your efforts today.
However, what surprised the otaku witch was that after the oiran lady opposite adjusted the settings of the arena, she unexpectedly discovered that the duel rules had actually been modified to the maximum magic output limit of 50,000 mana.
"Ah this."
The otaku witch scratched her head and looked at the oiran lady opposite with some confusion. When she saw the pleasant smile on Ibuki's face, she realized that she had been teased.
This evil oiran lady had just been released into the arena, and the whole battle was just to scare her.
Suddenly, the otaku witch breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time she couldn't help but tremble with anger. What on earth is wrong with this world? Why are there all bad women?
Oh, I seem to be disdainful myself, so that’s okay.
Seeing the health bars of both sides appearing in the sky above the arena, and a five-second countdown between the two health bars, Dorothy shook her head and stopped thinking about it.
She glanced at the blood bar slightly, then frowned.
Because she discovered that the health bars of the two people were actually the same, both had around 80,000 blood.
This is obviously abnormal. Normally, the calculation rules for virtual blood volume in the arena are based on the physical attributes and magic power of the contestants.
1 mana magic power is almost equal to 1000 drops of blood, and the increase in physical attributes is calculated according to the traditional multiplier, which is E1.4.32.
Dorothy's magic power is 50,000 mana, and her constitution is A, which is a 16-fold increase. Calculated, it is about 80,000 blood.
But the oiran opposite is the Peak Witch. Even if the arena stipulates that the magic output of both sides is about the same, the Peak Witch's six-dimensional attributes should normally be around SS. Therefore, with the same magic power, the opponent's health bar should normally be four times that of the House Witch. twice as much.
Therefore, there is no doubt that the other party is letting water go, no, it should be said that it is letting the sea go.
However, the otaku witch is not so ungrateful as to think that the other party looks down on her, and she doesn’t even have to show her true abilities. After all, people still need to be self-aware. How can a little witch like her be brave enough to ask someone else’s peak witch? Go all out for yourself.
On the contrary, Dorothy's favorability towards Miss Oiran has improved a lot. After all, the other party's irritation can be regarded as a kind of kindness. The eldest sister who can still retain her kindness despite the taunting of the Goblin King is definitely a good person. ah.
"Dreams come from afar, Dorothy, please."
She thought for a while, and after reporting her inheritance and name, she took a battle-ready posture just like the previous Japanese witches.
However, in the auditorium, at the table of witches, the future witch lady, who had no intention of dating and was concentrating on catching fish and eating, was stunned when she heard the name of this familiar school. Then she raised her head in surprise and looked at the arena. .
Dreaming of a single flow? Isn't this the clown's swordsmanship style? What is the relationship between this Dorothy and the clown?
Miss Ghostface's eyes became sharp.
"Hundred Demons One Sword Style is passed down to all, Ibuki Yugi, please join me."
The oiran lady opposite saw the unruly little guy opposite suddenly obeying the rules. She shook her head. She was supposed to declare her inheritance because of the banquet rules and it was inconvenient for her to speak, so she simply waved the mace in her hand. This line of text was engraved on the open space in front of him by the seemingly chaotic sword energy.
Then, she looked at the little guy with interest, waiting for her to make the first move.
Although she was indeed a little off guard by this little guy's bad words before, she was not serious enough to argue with this little witch who was not even a fraction of her age. This time, she just hugged the bear. It came from the idea of teaching a lesson to the children.
Okay, I don’t have to look for an excuse. In fact, it’s just that her hands are itchy. After all, she hasn’t touched anyone for a long time.
Most of the Japanese devil witches are warlike in nature, and their desire and enthusiasm for fighting are not much worse than the dragon witches. However, as an oiran, Ibuki has not fought with anyone for a long time.
Firstly, this is to maintain the demeanor of the courtesan, and secondly, there is no one in this flower street who can make her want to fight.
But this is not a bad thing. Although not fighting for a long time, for the demon witch, it is like a succubus abstinence. She always feels that there is a fire burning in her heart. The longer she does not fight, the stronger the evil fire will be. .
But this is what Ibuki wants. She wishes that the fire in her heart can be stronger. Although the evil fire will hurt the body if it is too strong, it is not important. What is important is that the strong evil fire can also increase the power of evil spirits.
She longed for the day when her flames could subvert this decaying Japanese island and burn this disgusting place to ashes.
But now, that day is approaching, and the day when I can let go of my anger is not far away.
Because of this, she has not been as abstinent as before recently, and can indulge herself appropriately. Anyway, beating a naughty child will not waste much anger.
It would be better to say that the naughty kid's bad words just now made the evil fire in her heart even more intense. She should vent the extra fire with her screams.
The evil oiran smiled and looked at the little witch opposite, thinking about how he would break her bones one by one later, and how he would listen to her wails.
Naughty children and other things are the most annoying.
After all, for the witch working on the Flower Street, children are not a beautiful thing, and she really doesn't like them very much.
"Hey, Auntie, your eyes always make me feel weird. It reminds me of a certain evil dragon friend. I think you may be a little sick like her, but it doesn't matter. I cured my friend's disease. Now I’ll help auntie and you can vent your anger, vent your anger, I’m a professional?”
Dorothy shivered. The look in the eyes of the oiran opposite reminded her of Senior Sister Mia, to be precise, the female tyrannosaurus in the Duel of the Magic Network, and then she remembered that time when she turned into Dorothy-chan every day. days.
The look in Miss Oiran's eyes now is similar to that of senior Mia who was filled with anger because her violent dragon nature could not be released. She was so hungry that she wanted to knock people's bones and suck out their marrow when they saw them.
Others might have panicked, but the Witch of the House, especially the Witch of the Fairy King, did not panic at all, and even felt a little nostalgic. After all, even though she was beaten every day during that period, it was also the period during which she grew the most. Swift days.
But now, the Mia-senpai's brand training accelerator has not kept up with the times, and now this Oiran's brand accelerator looks very useful at first glance.
For a moment, the Goblin King's eyes became hot.
Come on, don't pity me just because I'm a little witch, let the storm come more violently.
The unyielding ruined martial soul showed a ferocious smile. She held the demon knife in her hand and liberated the power of Red Shadow word by word.
"The red shadow evil dragon sleeping deep in the blood sea, wake up, the time of gluttony has arrived."
Then, the sound of a dragon's roar sounded from nowhere. In the hands of the house witch, the originally alluring scarlet blade suddenly appeared with lines like running water. The water rippled, and finally the sea of blood rolled, and a scarlet red blade appeared. The evil dragon flew out of the sea of blood in the knife with the grace and divinity of a divine dragon, then climbed up along the handle of the knife, slowly climbed over Dorothy's right arm, penetrated deep into her upper body, and wrapped around her body. On it, the reddest color turned into a coquettish bloody dragon pattern.
This time, Dorothy, who was already badly dressed, became even more bad. She had a big flowery arm and a shoulder dragon, but the witch didn't care about it.
She was in great condition at this time, and the talent from the demon sword was blessing her, making her almost extremely high.
Normally, Demon Sword Princess will only have one talent during her liberation, but Chiying is a bit special, she has two.
[Nine Swords and Thirteen Styles (SSR): This is the origin and foundation of all swordsmanship in Japan. It’s just that people in the world are often obsessed with the splendor of the secret sword, but forget that the earth they step on is the source of power, but you are different. , the earth protects you who are down-to-earth, the power of all your swordsmanship is greatly improved, the precision of your swordsmanship is greatly improved, and your understanding of the secret sword's secrets is greatly improved. 】
[Demon Sword Red Shadow (ssr): As a demon sword forged from a corner of the Abyss Blood Sea, Red Shadow possesses part of the power of the Abyss Blood Sea. The sword holder will also be blessed by the power of the Abyss Evil Ghost. Your full attributes been greatly enhanced. 】
At this time, as an instant swordsman, Dorothy's lack of basic swordsmanship was blessed by Akei's centuries-old sword-sharpening skills. The originally seemingly gorgeous tall building was able to have a strong enough foundation and became extremely stable. .
Similarly, the power that originally belonged to the devil flowed through her body along the dragon patterns on her body, allowing her body of a dragon witch to gain the blessing of the devil's power again. The most important thing is that she was originally recognized by the Demon King. The Demon King.
Although the title is more like a joke, the joke as the current Lord of the Abyss also represents recognition, and that character is real.
so.
Click, click.
Accompanied by the crackling sound caused by the rapid growth of flesh and bones, Dorothy soon grew into an evil spirit no shorter than the oiran opposite her.
The newly born ghost king raised her head. On top of her head, the red ghost horns like antlers were very eye-catching. She stretched her body. Behind her, a beautiful ring composed of countless blood-colored rhombuses floated. , just like the backlight of the spiritual mirror behind the gods and Buddhas.
This is the blessing of the sea of blood.
It's just that the otaku witch didn't pay attention to these changes in her body. She just picked up the slender sword in her hand that had become just the right size, then glanced at the enemy opposite, and then calmly slashed.
With this slash, the bloody rhombus behind her shattered into pieces and turned into boundless blood evil energy. This blood evil energy was carried by the sword energy and rushed towards the oiran opposite.
But Ibuki Yugi also became serious at this time.
She had to admit that she had made a mistake this time. What kind of naughty child was he? He was probably not a real dragon pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
In Miss Oiran's sight, what was attacking her was not sword energy at all, but the entire world in front of her was covered in boundless blood, and in the turbulent sea of blood on the ground, a bloody giant raised his sword towards He slashed at him, and the mountain-like sword edge slowly pressed against it with countless scarlet thunder and lightning, bringing a terrifying sense of oppression like a collapse of the sky.
"Gan, no thoughts, no thoughts, cut off with one sword, this is the realm of the sword god."
The oiran lady was so surprised that she didn't even care about the rule about not speaking. She just turned into a foul-mouthed demon.
But she didn't panic too much. After all, who is not the God of Swords?
So, the rough but beautiful one-horned evil spirit even had the guts to take out a wine gourd and took a few sips of the wine before striding forward, one step, two steps, three steps.
With every step forward, the aura of the oiran lady became stronger, and the horn on her head became more red.
And three steps later, just when Beng Yi's sword was about to hit her, a huge evil ghost's shadow rose up from behind Ibuki Yugi. The evil ghost's shadow synchronized with her movements, and the two The man also waved the ferocious iron rod in his hand vigorously.
"The secret of the Ghost King is to burn the sky in three steps."
As a result, endless earth fire spewed out with this blow, and the fire shot into the sky, turning the surroundings into a hell-like appearance, and also blocked the bloody thunder that accompanied the strike of the Heavenly Punishment sword.
This is thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, and the two are indistinguishable from each other for a while.
And when Beng Yi's sword collided with Dikai Yi's stick that day, there was an explosion, and then everything was silent.
The two are wrestling.
It’s 5,000 words. I’ve tried my best. Fighting is really hard to write about.
(End of chapter)
