How could Freya not see the cheating act happening right in front of her eyes?

Although this goddess is consistently clueless, she still has a good grasp of the basic rules in the divine realm.

What is the divine realm?

It can be considered as the core of the entire continent.

What level of existence does the divine race hold?

They rank first among the six major races.

If any random individual (we all know who it is) has the qualification to summon a legitimate angel, would Freya and these gods lose face?

Indeed, there was an agreement between the divine realm and the Church of the Supreme God, and when necessary, they would dispatch forces to support certain high-ranking members of the church.

However, the level of support varies depending on the status of the individual being assisted.

If it's someone with a status like the Holy Maiden, the divine realm would have to pay a certain level of attention and sending a legitimate angel would not be a problem.

But if it involves the Pope, the situation becomes serious, and it's entirely possible to send a god of considerable power to the mortal world according to the circumstances.

As for someone like the Archbishop...

As per the usual rules, sending down a "temporary angel" to do the job would be enough to fulfill the duty.

If the temporary worker achieves credit, then the immediate superiors (certain gods) can also benefit;

If the rescue is unsuccessful, let the Archbishop take the blame;

At that time, the divine realm would dispatch a representative to the church, emphasizing that they have no connection to the incident and it was all due to the incompetence of the temporary worker...

Why does Freya know the details?

Of course, it's because she has done similar things when she was in the divine realm!

To get back to the point, what Freya is currently informing Wang Xiaole is:

"How could a mediocre Bishop summon a 'contracted angel'?

He must have shamelessly cheated by borrowing power from higher-level members of the church!"

"... "

The Bishop fell into a speechless silence again,

It's not so much that he didn't plan thoroughly, but rather that the situation the Bishop encountered was too unique.

Encountering interference from the Holy Maiden during the challenge was already something to be expected;

While it's not easy to encounter such a low probability event, if it does happen, one can just admit bad luck.

But being seen through by a goddess during the challenge, not everyone can have the "honor" of experiencing that.

What made the Bishop even more frustrated was that he still didn't know:

Where did that seemingly clueless girl in the audience come from?

Why did she immediately oppose him without any hesitation?

Sister Glasses didn't care about the Bishop's doubts, she just thought she had found a suitable excuse.

Ever since the Bishop took the stage, Sister Glasses had been worrying:

What kind of excuse should she use to drive away that annoying ghost on the stage?

The report from the enthusiastic citizen (Freya) in the audience undoubtedly gave Sister Glasses a great opportunity to exert her authority.

Indeed, Sister Glasses' strength is not top-notch, but she has the power to judge top-notch individuals.

Once she makes an official ruling, the Bishop would have no choice but to leave the stage and slink away amidst the booing of the citizens.

It seemed that the bishop noticed the strange look in the eyes of the referees, and immediately felt flustered:

(laughter) "Oh no, being accused of shamelessness -- no wait! Being accused of cheating, that is less important to me, the bishop... "

More than concerned about his reputation and vanity, what the bishop needed to ensure was:

He could not lose his eligibility to participate in the fight, and no matter what cost, he must win this fight!

If he lost the fight, he would lose the chance to become the emperor's husband, and without becoming the emperor's husband, he wouldn't get the queen;

If the bishop completely lost his eligibility, then the face he had lost till now, would be completely worthless, not even worth anything.

But what could the bishop do? Could he prove his innocence?

If it was on his own turf, the bishop wouldn't mind doing that;

But this was Dibiles, even if the Archbishop of the Holy See was here, his words might not necessarily count.

In the current state of weakness of the Senate, undoubtedly the people with the most influence on matters involving imperial power in Dibiles were the representatives;

This included Queen's confidantes like Sister Glasses.

Looking at the bishop's sneaky expression, Sister Glasses felt that there was no need to verify it.

Immediately, she raised her hand high:

"As the referee, I declare--"

"Wait, I believe him!"

An unusually different voice rang out immediately.

If it was someone else saying this, Sister Glasses would ignore it, but the one objecting was a crucial figure.

Wang Xiaole -- this young man, as one of the participants in the fight, suddenly seemed like a different person.

Before this, Wang Xiaole had been constantly at odds with the bishop, even displaying obvious killing intent;

Someone who seemed to have a deep vendetta against his opponent suddenly started defending the enemy;

The reason behind this, Sister Glasses found it a bit hard to understand.

"Wang Miss, isn't the result of winning without fighting a good thing? Today, you have the chance to win lying down!"

"No, no, no, you misunderstand, of course, I don't mind my opponent losing eligibility; but this situation is different, that guy is truly innocent."

Wang Xiaole, pointing towards the bishop's nose from a distance, argued not like defending but more like explaining:

"Although that guy looks creepy, shameless, and even disgustingly narcissistic... I still believe him."

"Xiaole, have you gone mad? My report was helping you! Can't you appreciate it?"

Using her limited intelligence, Freya couldn't understand Wang Xiaole's intentions;

And the bishop, who seemed to have been given pardon, started to suspect:

Did the opponent not take their medication today?

It was normal for no one in the audience to understand the consideration of the parties involved because no one understood:

What the parties involved needed the most at this moment?

Did Wang Xiaole want to win without fighting or make the bishop lose face?

Not at all, Wang Xiaole was not that kind of person, why would anyone imagine him like that?

What Wang Xiaole hoped for was simply to let the bishop in red leave his life on the arena's floor, to make the other person die!

Such a small request could only be fulfilled on the battlefield;

After all, one of the rules stated that "Life and death are of no consequence in the fight" ...

At the earnest request of the challenger, Sister Glasses decided not to pursue the Bishop's cheating and gave him a chance to stay in the ring.

In the next moment, there was complete silence in the arena, replaced only by the pure intensity of the fight.

Taking his attacking stance, Wang Xiaole was the first to leap forward.

In his hand, the pitch-black sword twirled and shimmered, instantly infused with a roaring magical power.

Before he even reached them, a sudden flash of black light pierced through the distance between two opponents, freezing them in place.

With a swift horizontal slash, the Bishop's face turned sinister;

As the Bishop folded his hands and assumed a prayer-like posture, an angelic phantom shrouding his head finally began its genuine action.

The phantom held a nearly transparent lance, its tip aimed at the spot where the black light was descending, and forcefully thrust downward.

Boom!

With one strike, the incoming black light and a corner of the arena sunk simultaneously;

As countless cracks shattered the surface of the ring, the originally straight line of black shattered as well.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole's leg swiftly rose;

Just as his figure arrived in front of the Bishop, the lance that the phantom had thrust split apart from its tip...

"Huh?"

Noticing something wrong, the Bishop couldn't help but let out a sound.

In response, Wang Xiaole, who had already approached the Bishop, swung his sword and said:

"Do you think---that attack just now was directed at you?"

Clank!

Though it was just a phantom, the lance's tip, still possessing its killing power, briefly reflected the Bishop's distorted face due to fear as it flew backwards from the weapon's base.

Ching!

Instinctively trying to dodge, the Bishop's body retreated;

The sword blade, which was about to slice his lower chin and was not aiming for the ground at all, had no intention of hitting its mark.

Swish, the sword blade suddenly turned, flipping upward without touching the ground, following the owner's second jump and chasing forward.

Facing the same relentless assault as before, the Bishop couldn't rely entirely on the angelic phantom and had to join the fight himself.

Thus, the staff that had already been lowered was lifted up again by its wielder.

At the top of the staff, another force was attached.

Due to the appearance of the phantom, the Bishop could now not only use holy power but also wield external divine power.

In terms of attribute restraint, divine power was sufficient to counter magic;

The advantage in terms of attributes was the key means the Bishop used to compensate for his opponent's combat power difference.

With a "clang," the moment the blade grazed past, it pointed at the top of the staff.

As he arrived at the edge of the ring, the Bishop couldn't retreat any further and had no choice but to use the staff as a weapon and engage in close combat with his opponent.

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Xiaole held the sword, grazing the top of the opponent's staff, and drew a semi-circle around the "point" of contact, creating an illusionary arc in the air around his arm;

After this "drawing a circle" motion, the piercing thrust towards the obviously intended black sword suddenly intensified in force;

The sword blade, grazing against the metallic object, produced a blinding spark.

As he found himself at a disadvantage in terms of strength, the Bishop involuntarily leaned backward;

At the same instant, Wang Xiaole lifted one leg and kicked forward.

Out of self-preservation instinct, the bishop's reaction speed increased instantly, and before the staff in his hand could touch the table, it was thrust downwards in a vertical position.

With a crisp sound, the leg that had been kicked struck the handle of the staff.

In the blink of an eye, as the leg rebounded slightly, the surface of the staff's handle cracked and shattered.

The attack was not over yet. Without adjusting his stance of standing on one leg, Wang Xiaole swiftly turned his body on the stage.

His whip kick, rotating in mid-air, struck forward with great force.

The bishop had no chance to dodge and felt a sharp pain on his side. His shoulder on one side felt uncomfortable and sank forward stiffly.

Unconsciously, the bishop found himself half-kneeling on the ground.

Soon after, the third additional attack of the round of offense came without giving the target a chance to catch their breath.