In the blink of an eye, Ledux's severed arm was repaired right in front of his opponent's eyes.

After the limb regained its functionality, he tightly clenched his fingers in front of Wang Xiaole.

Under Ledux's feet, the thick blood that the severed hand had turned into stained the surface of the fighting arena's snow, giving it a dark black sheen.

From above, the black goo covering the white snow appeared like an extremely grotesque face; the corners of that "face's" mouth slightly pulled up, as if mocking the opponent's attack just now.

In response, Ledux raised his fingers upwards, making a provocative gesture.

"Even if you inflict more damage on me, I am still a demon, and my body can heal countless times; whereas you, no matter the advantage you may have, will always be human. Once your arm is cut off, it can never grow back!"

The next moment, Ledux's hands suddenly clapped together, merging the two blades he was holding into a completely new weapon.

It was an extremely large and heavily-weighted sword with thickened sides. The feeling of holding this weapon in his hand was as shocking as holding a shiny metal hammer.

First a knife, then a gun, and now a sword, Wang Xiaole couldn't help but think, "This guy really knows how to use weapons. It's a waste that he didn't join the circus to perform tricks!"

In an instant, Ledux's figure vanished from its original position, while at the same time, Wang Xiaole raised his hand and swung the sword forward.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The ground in front of the person holding the sword was crushed like it had been hit by a hurricane.

After attacking, Wang Xiaole came to a conclusion:

Ledux, who suddenly disappeared, was not currently in any position in front, otherwise he would have been forced to reveal himself during the previous attack.

Nor was there a possibility of an attack from behind.

Ledux had previously launched a surprise attack from behind, so he wouldn't use the same trick again.

The only remaining possibilities were the left and right directions.

Wang Xiaole quickly recalled:

From childhood to adulthood, he had always used his right hand to hold chopsticks and write.

After coming to this different world, he didn't suddenly become left-handed; his dominant hand for holding the sword was also mostly his right hand...

The conclusion was clear:

Ledux would undoubtedly attack from the left, because that guy, who is always filled with bad intentions, would definitely target his opponent's weakness.

In the next moment, the shadow reappeared, and the direction of the attack was just as Wang Xiaole had predicted.

Clang!

The big sword and the long sword brushed past each other;

At the moment of collision, Ledux, who was bounced back, suddenly kicked his back ankle, stabilizing his position without retreating.

A sigh softly escaped his pursed lips:

"I thought you, as a woman, only preferred using brute force and weren't good at using your brain."

"Joke!"

Wang Xiaole smiled, naturally refuting that prejudice back:

"Do you think every beautiful girl is 'all looks and no brains'? Let me make it clear to you: my brain and my chest weigh equally!"

Ledux couldn't understand:

A flat-chested girl who needs to wear four or five layers of padding to lift her chest up, where does she get the confidence to think she's "smart on her own"? She may not understand it, but he knows:

Since his previous provocation was deflected, he will provoke again, and this time, with actions.

As his expression turned cold, Ledux swung his great sword, and in the moment that the magic mist enveloped him, he split himself into four.

These were phantoms formed by magic, just like the split-personality magic performed in a circus.

However, the difference was that only one of the four "Ledux" was the true self, while the other three phantoms, due to the effect of magic, possessed the same strength as the original in a short period of time.

In the blink of an eye, three figures with equally cold expressions on their faces attacked their target from three directions.

"You, with your chest inversely proportional to your intelligence, can you figure out how to avoid the impending doom!"

From behind Wang Xiaole, the "Ledux" who could be the original or one of the phantoms raised his arm, joining the other three versions of himself in the surrounding attack.

The enemies on both sides, from opposite directions, simultaneously thrust toward the target;

After evading their initial attacks, Wang Xiaole stepped on a lotus foot and leaped into the air;

At this moment, the enemy blocking her path stomped their feet and jumped above Wang Xiaole's head, preparing to launch a fierce horizontal strike toward the silhouette below.

With a raised brow, Wang Xiaole tilted her body backward;

The swinging great sword left a white mark on her collar.

Not ending there, Ledux, the second strongest in the Senate, wouldn't stop his attack at this point either.

After the swing attack was dodged, "Ledux A" changed the grip on his sword handle and struck at the target's abdomen.

In a moment, Wang Xiaole raised her long legs, and at the moment when her panties were accidentally exposed below her skirt, she kicked forcefully toward the oncoming great sword.

Bang!

After the collision, the body of "Ledux A" became unstable, disrupting his previous attack stance;

Meanwhile, under the force of the kick, Wang Xiaole's body blended with the surrounding snowflakes and plummeted downward.

The previous attack yielded no effect;

However, "Ledux B" and "Ledux C" were not willing to give up. They attacked from both sides, sandwiching the target.

Just like the phantoms, they had no understanding of "gentleman's fighting," launching a sword strike right at Wang Xiaole's cheek as soon as they got close.

Under this strike, the back of "Ledux C's" hand was getting closer to the target's bosom;

The power of the following move was not the main concern; the nature of the move itself was no different from being vulgar.

As an overwhelming fear originating from her physiology surged within her, Wang Xiaole raised her left leg, lifting it to the same level as her body;

She blocked her face with her left leg, halting the attack of "Ledux B";

But his companion, "Ledux C," wasn't as lucky.

Without thinking, Wang Xiaole directly slapped his incoming attack toward her chest with her right hand.

Attention!

What is about to be used is a "talent" that every girl possesses.

Don't you see:

In many realistic scenes, movie plots, and raunchy comics, there is always a moment like this:

A certain male, due to an accident or intentional reasons, stretches his hand out straight and is about to touch the chest of a nearby member of the opposite sex.

At this point, regardless of whether he actually touches it or not, the opposite sex will scream in a harmful ear-piercing manner and passionately shout, "You shameless person!"

That slap is immediately followed by a violent strike on the delicate and soft skin, hitting like a magical great sword of steel.

Generally speaking:

Weapons that can be easily slapped away by a mere palm are usually made of paper and cannot cause any harm to the sharp weapon held in one's hand.

However, the subsequent development of the situation proves otherwise!

A series of rubbing sounds that could shatter glass can be heard.

"Ledux B" tightly grasps the great sword and cuts it straight ahead, in front of everyone's eyes, only to be shattered (or "slapped apart").

In the next second, the palm carrying the sound of breaking the wind immediately covers "B's" body...

Slap, swish, swish, swish.

The sound of a slapped face only lasts for an instant, and what enters the ears of the onlookers is primarily the sound caused by an object falling.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

"D," who was slapped and became disoriented, quickly embedded his body into the arena.

If one were to understand it as a phantom possessing the same strength as the real person for a certain period of time;

Then, this slap just now would be equivalent to an attack value that could defeat the second-in-command of the Senate within three seconds.

Why didn't the two sides of the duel display a completely one-sided situation that happened in an instant?

This is mainly because:

Unless facing special circumstances, Wang Xiaole, even when dealing with strong enemies, would generally only use one-tenth or even one-seventh of his strength.

However, the situation a short while ago was different.

After undergoing a gender transformation, Wang Xiaole simultaneously acquired the desires of a boy as well as the instinctive reaction of a girl to guard against those desires.

Due to his dislike of Ledux, Wang Xiaole felt an overwhelming chill deep in his consciousness before his chest was about to be touched;

It was that kind of irresistible subconscious reaction, similar to eating or breathing, that caused an ordinary slap to be executed with one-fifth of the person's strength.

One-fifth of all his strength was enough to instantly kill his opponent!

After "B's" body was partially buried under the stage, the restless onlookers voiced their opinions one after another:

"He deserves it! We haven't even had a chance to flirt with the goddess. Why should you, a demon, be the first one to make a move?"

If it was before today, Wang Xiaole could hardly imagine:

The phrase "flirt" being spoken so openly by members of the opposite sex...

"D" could no longer hear the voices of the crowd.

Shortly after that, his buried body suddenly "burst" and turned into scattered magical light points.

"It's a shame it's a fake. Otherwise, with that one blow just now, this match would have been over," someone regretfully said.

After the chill from within subsided, Wang Xiaole's usage of his own strength returned to its original state in an instant.

As if seizing the current opportunity, a fourth figure appeared beside him, emitting words with a grimace that resembled a beast grinding its teeth:

"It's a pity for you, but lucky for me!"

The "ABC" in front were all fakes, and the one revealed in the end, "Ding," instantly exposed its true identity.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole had already returned to the arena.

Then, "Ding" attacked fiercely from one side of the stage, and in the blink of an eye facing the long sword in front, it voluntarily swung out a hand.

Splat!

It was the sound of flesh being pierced through.