Tiran suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, looking through the clear glass at the bustling street.

In fact, the residential area where Tiran was located was relatively quiet in the Academy City. Apart from the slanting sunset in the sky and the houses casting long shadows in the sunlight, she couldn't see much. But just a second ago, the scene outside the window was immersed in a lively atmosphere, but now there were some noises mixed in.

Click, click.

"What's going on?"

After hesitating for a moment, Tiran rolled out of bed, took off her loose nightgown, and changed into a set of comfortable shirt and pants. Finally, she picked up the long sword that she had casually placed on a nearby shelf and went to the door.

Click, click.

Feeling a bit thirsty, Tiran touched her hair and realized that she hadn't cut it for a while, and it seemed a bit too long.

Ah, wait, why am I thinking about these random things? Is it because my head is a bit confused from earlier events? I don't know what's happening outside, should I go out first--

Her petite ears twitched, and Tiran suddenly turned around.

Huh? What's this?

Blinking to confirm that she wasn't mistaken, Tiran raised an eyebrow quizzically. Spider-Man?

Outside the nearly two-meter-high glass window, there was a figure wearing a black cloak, clinging to the eaves above the window. One foot was still pressed against the glass, leaving a footprint, and beneath the hood were a pair of crimson eyes that were quite eerie.

However, it seemed that the figure hadn't expected that there would be someone in this completely unlit house. When it climbed up to the window and saw Tiran, it was also momentarily stunned.

Hold on, when did this person start lurking there?

Princess Tiran suddenly realized the gravity of this situation. Was it when she was lost in thought on the bed, when she was about to leave just now, or when she turned around to change clothes?

At the thought of this, a few hints of indignation appeared on Tiran's face, and she quickly walked to the window and punched the glass, her eyes filled with a hint of killing intent. "Hey, you, when did you start lurking there?"

As she approached, she could see the face under the hood clearly. It turned out to be a black Elf again. And he was quite handsome... No, that's not the point. These diligent villainous characters really seemed to be everywhere.

"#￥%*!" Faced with Tiran's questioning, the black Elf only made two short sounds in response, while his right hand shimmered with the radiance of magical elements. It was unclear if he understood Tiran's question in the human language.

"Tch, you think you can strike first? You're far off!"

Although Tiran started later than the black Elf, her reaction was more than a step ahead. The long sword was unsheathed, and its blade turned into a silver light that instantly shattered the glass, with the sharp edge aiming directly at the black Elf's abdomen.

"!!!" Not anticipating Tiran's swift attack, the black Elf instinctively jumped to avoid it after kicking off the window ledge. However, Tiran followed suit and jumped out as well. She turned around and delivered a side kick to the side of his face, sending him flying onto the street, rolling for more than a dozen turns before stopping.

"Hmph, weakling."

Tiran, who effortlessly landed on the ground, waved the sword blade a few times in the air and let out a slow breath. She stretched her stiff body, which hadn't been used for a while. "Now then, the rest of you, come at me together."

As soon as her words fell, several figures, also clad in black cloaks, jumped down from the rooftop of the villa. There was even one hovering in the air with thin butterfly-wing-like wings, holding a bow nearly as tall as a person.

Even though they couldn't use the Holy Rank rules and had been used to dominating along the way, when it came to fighting, Tiran truly wasn't afraid of these guys.

Well... Although it seems that Chi's level hasn't fully recovered to that of a Great Knight.

"Well, it's obvious now that it's you guys causing trouble again," Tiran said, gripping her sword with both hands and illuminating her long-lost ice-blue Chi. "Since you came looking for trouble first, I, as the elder sister, have to deal with Coco's problems."

If it's the Black Elf tribe, they must be looking for Coco. But now Coco is with that dumb dragon, and without encountering a Holy Rank opponent, other places should have people specially dealing with these invaders. Anyway, can I go all out on this side?

As for revealing my strength...

"One, two, three, three of them. Adding the one lying on the ground, that's four. A bit troublesome... But I am annoyed right now! Stop holding back! Let's fight!" Tiran loudly declared, the cold aura spreading over a range of more than ten meters. At the same time, she surged forward with a speed that was no less than the Black Elf who had cast the Lightness Technique, raising her sword high to strike at the archer who was more than ten meters above the ground.

The Black Elf also reacted quickly. The nearest one to Tiran drew out a well-crafted curved blade from his waist scabbard, and the wing sheaths on the back of the Elf fluttered, swinging the blade towards Tiran from the side.

With a piercing buzzing sound, both of them retreated and landed under the counterforce. But Tiran's landing was clearly much lighter and more composed than the Black Elf's, as she swiftly turned and charged forward again, while the Black Elf who was dueling her had not yet had time to raise the ice-frosted blade that Tiran's Chi had covered.

The tactic of attacking the back line first was difficult to achieve now, so she would start by pounding the helpless one. She could easily kill one with her rapid combo. This guy wouldn't stand a chance against Tiran's speed.

But he wasn't alone.

A dangerous aura flashed by, and Tiran forcefully halted her attack and defended with her sword. The ice-blue flame in the air formed an umbrella-shaped shield, blocking an assassination attempt that had aimed for Tiran's heart but was obscure and devoid of light.

"Dangerous... Urgh!" Before Tiran had a chance to reflect, several whistles sounded from above.

Her agile body flipped and leaned back as if she had practiced the move countless times, flipping back dozens of steps in succession. After regaining her balance, Tiran raised her sword again, only to find that the spot where she had been standing was now filled with arrows emitting a deep black aura. The Black Elf archer was restringing his bow and arrow, smirked, and pointed towards Tiran.

"It seems you are quite proud of your marksmanship." Tiran curled her lips, raised her sword again, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She had to admit, the strength of these three Black Elves was not inferior to her current self. Each of them alone was probably at the level of a sixth or seventh Rank, and with their teamwork and coordination, even a Great Knight would have a chance of being defeated.

Maybe calling that dumb dragon or little Feizi over would be the right strategy.

For a moment, the thought flashed through Tiran's mind, but it was immediately overwhelmed by some subtle thoughts.

"But... if you want to defeat me, you still have a long way to go!"

Ah, really, ever since she made a deal with that person claiming to be a divine being and obtained talents superior to ordinary people, she rarely encountered battles like this one after touching the door of Holy Rank.

"What kind of feeling is this? Is it boiling blood? A bit chuuni..." Twirling her sword, with the support of Chi extending the one-meter-long blade to a solid two meters, Tiran exerted force with her right foot, launching herself like a projectile towards the person who had just tried to assassinate her from the shadows.

Although the Elf race has the talent for both magic and martial arts, their bones are slender compared to humans and their fighting style emphasizes agility and lightness. Especially for assassins who enhance their attacks, they would have to be at least two levels stronger than Tiran to be able to withstand frontal strikes from him.

However, as an assassin, he doesn't need to directly confront his opponents. With a certain power supporting him, the air around him warped for a moment, and then he disappeared into the shadows again. The black Elf who had previously clashed blades with Tiran also quickly recovered and roared angrily, raising his sword.

The blades clashed once again, but this time neither side chose to retreat. Instead, they both tried to overpower each other with their strength. Clash after clash, sword against blade, they unleashed dazzling sparks in their struggle.

The shadow assassin and the archer in the sky both revealed victorious expressions. It was a perfect ambush, and both sides were focused on their current duel, paying no attention to their backs. Whether it was a backstab or arrows raining from above, the outcome of the battle would be determined.

The two black Elves exchanged a glance, having developed a great deal of synergy from their long-term teamwork. The assassin immediately drew his dagger and stealthily aimed for Tiran's back, while the archer in the sky readied multiple arrows, ready to block Tiran's escape route at any moment.

The situation quickly became dire for the princess. The black Elf fighting against her also noticed his comrade's actions and wore a smile, as if saying, "You're already a dead person."

But in the next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Tiran, in the face of such dire circumstances, showed no signs of fear. Instead, he looked straight into the black Elf's eyes and smiled, making two mouth movements.

Of course, as an exiled Elf, he had never learned the human language and couldn't understand that curse uttered in Chinese, a language he had never encountered before.

Idiot.

The icy blue flames engulfing Tiran abruptly contracted and erupted in a spherical shape centered around Tiran's sword edge in less than a second. The radial shockwave instantly pushed away the black Elf in front of him and the charging assassin. The intense light caused both of them to squint their eyes.

"What the hell?!" they exclaimed in unison. They had been engaged in a frontal clash of power, so how could this human unleash such a large-scale ranged attack?

Moreover... this large-scale attack was too dispersed in power. Other than pushing them away, the shockwave didn't have enough killing power to harm opponents of their level. What was the point?

Except for the fact that the bright light was somewhat nauseating...?

"Oh no!" Realizing Tiran's intentions, the two of them simultaneously shouted a warning to the archer in mid-air.

But it was too late. In that split second when they were pushed away, Tiran had already leaped high into the air, his sword aimed directly at the treacherous archer.

However, because the distance was greater, the archer had time to react. Without hesitation, they released multiple arrows, hoping to force her back.

But Tiran did not change her direction. She even unleashed a burst of energy to accelerate her movement, and the tip of her sword still aimed for that person's heart.

The first arrow grazed her clothes, burning off a piece of fabric.

The second arrow left a slight bloodstain on her cheek.

The third arrow struck Tiran's left shoulder.

Tiran's expression slightly twisted, but she remained unwavering.

And those arrows shot out in a fan shape, no longer able to hit her.

Finally, in the terrified gaze of the dark Elf archer, the cold gleam on the edge of Tiran's sword reflected in his pupils.

He made a move, swinging his sword——

Blood scattered and splattered in the air.