Four Split Personalities

Before encountering Miss Futaba in the arena, Guxiaole was killed just like that, and Jiawen was not even as strong as Guxiaole in terms of pure data.

But she still survived!

Poof! Poof!

Two barely noticeable flashes of fire emerged from Miss Futaba’s "Triple Rock" (a self-created skill), and then Miss Futaba staggered, her shoulder bursting into a blossom of blood. Although she only staggered back half a step and steadied herself, in that less-than-a-second moment, the Earth Elemental Puppet’s reaction was still half a beat too slow, and the lightning from the thundercloud shifted about half a meter off target.

The "Triple Rock," which combined strong control, damage, and restraint, had a tiny flaw.

Even though Miss Futaba promptly adjusted and compensated after stabilizing, she still couldn’t prevent that swift figure from bursting out.

"Just with five seconds, it broke two layers of shields each worth over a thousand gold coins and took away 88% of my health points..."

Jiawen, covered in a thin layer of light, raised her hand to loosen her neckline, revealing a large expanse of sweating, snow-white skin, and with a slightly flushed face, she grinned at Miss Futaba, "Not bad."

Seeing Jiawen finally escaped, Miss Futaba stopped channeling the two spells and squinted at her while dryly chuckling, "What? Are you intending to apologize by showing your chest or something? Forget it, aside from whether those are real, I don’t even know if you’re a man or a woman."

"Oh? Did you already guess?"

Jiawen calmly looked at Miss Futaba, her still-intact flintlock gun pointed diagonally toward the ground as if she had no immediate intentions of resuming their fight, she continued in a conversational tone, "It seems Miss Futaba has a strong impression of me."

Miss Futaba pushed up her glasses with her middle finger and said indifferently, "Not really, after all, you almost killed my top bootlicker last time, and just now, you didn’t even try to hide your fighting pattern. It would be ridiculous not to notice."

Of course, she recognized Jiawen, although the last time she appeared, she was a stern-faced leopard Half-beast male. Whether it was her characteristic dual guns or her elusive fighting style, they were quite distinctive. With Miss Futaba’s memory, it was natural she had an impression, which is why she earlier said, ’I don’t even know if you’re a man or a woman.’

"Bootlicker, is it?"

Jiawen raised her eyebrow and smiled meaningfully, "I thought you had a more intimate kind of relationship with that Mister Dabus."

"Then consider him an intimate bootlicker."

Miss Futaba pursed her lips, then slightly narrowed her eyes, "But, Mr. Hermaphrodite, although I don’t really mind continuing to drag this out with you, is this really okay for you? Surely you don’t still believe in the ’backup plan’ you arranged earlier?"

Jiawen shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, "That would not be the case. From the moment I saw your unexpected patrol line, I lost all hope for Dundis and Hussein’s households."

"It’s a pity you realized too late."

Miss Futaba yawned lazily, rubbed her nose, and smirked, "So why not just be decisive and go for a do-or-die here with us? I can generously let you drink two Healing Potions first."

From that last sarcastic remark, it was clear this girl was quite vengeful, still harboring resentment about Jiawen breaking her potion previously.

Although she said that, the one who really wanted to drag out time was probably her...

Jiawen indeed took out a Healing Potion from her bag and took two sips, restoring her health points to over fifty percent, still speaking with a composed voice, "Though you suggest going for a do-or-die, if I were to actually fight to the death recklessly, it would be you, Lady Shuangye, who would have a headache, wouldn’t it? If I’m not mistaken...at this very moment, there should be another team both elite in skill and large in number approaching this way. After all, with the warriors you have here, it’s impossible to completely stop us."

Miss Futaba blinked in slight surprise, then chuckled, "Good, you truly are a smart person. Being outsmarted by you last time really wasn’t unjustified."

"Lady Shuangye, you flatter me," Jiawen bowed courteously to the young girl in front of her and said with a light laugh, "After all, your main purpose is to protect the Emperor, not to repel or defeat us. As such, as long as one of us bearing the power of Whisper escapes, His Majesty Clive Bresen’s crisis will never be resolved."

Lady Shuangye nodded slightly and added, "Therefore, the best strategy for me is to delay until reinforcements arrive, and then annihilate all of you here. As for you, the best strategy should be what I just proposed – a fight to the death, breaking through this line of defense at all costs so that the survivors can continue the assassination mission. Regardless of success or failure, at the very least, it could tie down our elite forces."

She calculated the situation clearly and then stopped talking, smiling warmly at Jiawen as she passed the choice back to her.

Of course, speaking of choice, for Jiawen, who is committed to helping the Marshall Family, it was a multiple-choice question with only one option – to fight desperately.

"I think you might have misunderstood something, Lady Shuangye~"

Jiawen looked around and saw that, although "her own people" had a certain advantage due to their abilities, none of them could break through the encirclement staunchly defended by the Lord’s Allied Forces at all costs. She smiled and said, "My biggest strength is..."

"Self-harm?" Lady Shuangye interjected maliciously.

"No, I’ve always been more of an attacker."

Jiawen then reversed the flintlock gun back into her waistband and gave Lady Shuangye a coquettish smile, "Actually, my greatest strength is that I never mind admitting my failures, nor do I rely on any faint hope after stepping onto the stage myself."

Lady Shuangye’s slender hand lifted lightly, summoning dozens of blades made of various elements out of thin air with her spellcasting power: "So what you mean is..."

Jiawen, having calculated the cooldown of her skills and secured their escape route, secretly tightened her grip on the "Phantom Dice," and said softly, "Put simply, I acknowledge..."

"Not yet!!"

A sharp cry rang out close by, causing Jiawen and Lady Shuangye to turn their heads, just to see a woman in a gray robe with water-blue shoulder-length hair appear behind Ruber Baloka. Then, her graceful body slightly swayed, and in a moment, she had the large-framed High-Level Fighting Monk pinned to the ground. Her seemingly frail and boneless hands caused his chest to collapse, instantly spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"My brethren, the Marshall Family is no longer of any use to us; I’m here to open the breach for you! Kill Clive Bresen with all your might!"

The sweet voice of Sylvia Frostbloom echoed in the air. She moved with incredible speed to appear before CASI, who was in a stealth state, and scoffed, "Where do you think you’re going, little elf?"

The latter was utterly shocked and immediately tried to retreat, but found that her legs had been encased in a layer of ice crystals without her realizing, rendering her immobile, and in the blink of an eye, she had turned into an ice sculpture.

"Hello there, little sister, you have such a lovely scent—why cover your face?"

The ghostly figure of Sylvia Frostbloom appeared before Zijing Guard’s Deputy Commander, extinguished the negative energy aggregation at her fingertips, flipped her mask with a sexy knee strike, and knocked her to the ground.

At that moment, her water-blue hair had turned blood-red...

"Move out, don’t waste time!"

Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-Three: The End