The pitch-black long sword suddenly swept up, and as it slashed down, a black radiance that suppressed the surrounding light descended from above, blinking towards its precise target in the blink of an eye.
Regardless of whether this sword fell on the clone or the main body directly, the results it would bring about were beyond imagination;
Even though the Bishop (impostor) was arrogant, he did not believe that he could withstand the sharp edge of this sword with just this body, so he took action at the same moment.
Before the Bishop (impostor), a majestic holy power howled in layers, transforming into swirling winds;
Faintly, as if there were scales covering him like shadows, in a short period of time, the surface of the Bishop (impostor)'s left arm independently condensed into scales of light comparable to substance.
The descending sword slashed straight down, landing on the Bishop (impostor)'s arm in front of him, and it clashed like metal hitting gold, creating a dazzling roar.
Clang!
After the blow, the Bishop (impostor)'s figure retreated even further;
The force pressed on his back caused the courtyard's walls to shatter in an instant, intensifying the degree of destruction at the scene.
At the sight of the pitiful wall, Wang Xiaole's heart was moved.
To him, this was not just a "public structure," but his actual "personal property."
This was not something strange.
After yesterday's wedding, Wang Xiaole's "Imperial Consort" status was undeniable;
From a personal perspective:
Isabella is the current Empress, and the entire empire belongs to her;
As the Empress's only companion, Wang Xiaole, from the perspective of ownership over the empire, may not have the majority, but at least half, right?
This grand imperial palace, Wang Xiaole had at least half ownership;
Therefore, the conflict between him and the Bishop (impostor) was not happening "outside the house," no matter how you looked at it, it was happening "inside the house";
Were the walls destroyed in the conflict belongings of unrelated individuals?
No, not at all.
The destruction of those things was like accidentally breaking a few valuable pieces of furniture while fighting with someone at home to Wang Xiaole.
This was no longer a matter of being stingy or generous.
Even if it was just to defend the "shared property of husband and wife," he had to find another place to confront the Bishop (impostor).
But this was not easy to bring up.
The Bishop (impostor) was not the type of person whom Wang Xiaole could ask to move elsewhere by saying, "Don't leave after class," and he would obediently wait in a back alley like an honest classmate.
Wang Xiaole couldn't ask directly, let alone demand that the other party change locations;
Otherwise, the Bishop (impostor) would see that request as a crucial weakness of Wang Xiaole that he could exploit.
After some thought, Wang Xiaole came up with a good idea:
He would play some tricks to make his opponent voluntarily suggest changing the place!
Shortly after the start of the battle, the Bishop (impostor) had already adjusted his state, prepared to reclaim the previous humiliation at any time;
But just as he was ready, Wang Xiaole neither attacked nor defended, but suddenly turned his back.
The opening that the rival revealed was something the Bishop (impostor) couldn't possibly miss.
Many weapons of light on the horizon, under the control of the (fake) bishop, suddenly changed direction and aimed towards Wang Xiaole's landing spot below, before descending.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
According to incomplete statistics:
Among the weapons that landed in that area two to three seconds later, there were three swords, seven long knives and spears, and over forty arrows.
If these weapons landed on a living being, they would turn them into a lifeless object in an instant.
However, Wang Xiaole didn't care about these incoming weapons;
He felt that no matter how many of these things there were, even if they were ten times more, they posed no threat to him.
Why, you ask?
Who made him leave that area before those weapons landed?
Yes, Wang Xiaole's response in that split second was simply taking two steps, casually and unfazed.
Influenced by the direction, the more steps Wang Xiaole took, the farther he got from the (fake) bishop.
Facing an opponent who moved further away during a battle instead of towards, the (fake) bishop could only think of one possibility:
"Bug, are you trying to run away?"
As he said this, the (fake) bishop raised his narrow and leaf-like eyebrow discontentedly.
"Yes, I am trying to run away! I want to run here leisurely and lightly..."
Pfft.
With a single headlong move, Wang Xiaole slipped into Cai's embrace and now was rubbing his head against her in front of the fake bishop.
"You!"
As the sound of popping beans echoed in his mind, the (fake) bishop had to realize:
His blood pressure was skyrocketing at an alarming rate!
"What do you mean you? We are in love, and I'm willing to do this, and Cai is willing too."
Wang Xiaole understood that making the far-away fake bishop angry was not enough, but driving him to madness was the key.
Provocation—this was the perfect strategy Wang Xiaole had in mind!
Implementing this strategy required the cooperation of intelligent people;
Fortunately, the two girls who had come to the scene were of top-notch intelligence and emotional quotient, making cooperation seem effortless.
Although Cai felt a bit uneasy to make any overtly provocative moves in front of her mother, gestures like gently touching Wang Xiaole's cheek or planting a soft kiss on his forehead...
Ahem.
Making these gestures was still within the acceptable bounds.
Giggles.
Cackles.
The sound of teeth grinding instantly doubled.
The sources of the two sounds corresponded to:
The (fake) bishop standing behind Wang Xiaole, and the girl from behind, casting a frightful gaze towards Cai.
An unspeakable number of apologies flooded from Cai's heart to her mother...
As the (fake) bishop widened his eyes to the maximum extent, a "white cloud" formed in the sky above;
The essence of that cloud was more than three thousand sharp weapons of light, each capable of being a deadly sharp blade.
"Die!"
Like a sudden downpour, the three thousand weapons simultaneously buzzed, encompassing every corner around the target location without exception.
The (false) bishop did not believe that using such means could harm the dignified Holy Maiden, but only intended to teach a lesson to his rival.
As the intensive assault fell like rain, it carried with it a gust of wind;
In the blink of an eye, a huge shadow formed above Wang Xiaole's head, large enough to envelop a person entirely.
The lethal move came suddenly, but Wang Xiaole's reaction remained strangely calm.
Instead of looking up at the weapons, he extended a hand toward Cai and said:
"Beautiful miss, would you like to dance with me?"
Clang!
With the sound of the first weapon landing as a signal, Cai lifted her lips in a smile and reached out her hand.
"Pardon my clumsy dance steps!"
They raised their heads and faced each other, assuming the proper dance posture, and began the "slow three-step."
The dance emphasized the first beat, with the second and third beats softer;
Wang Xiaole stepped forward with his left foot while Cai, as his dance partner, retreated with her right foot.
Just before their feet touched the ground, several knives thrust toward Wang Xiaole's head, only to be deflected by the hand he reached out, wielding a long sword.
The rhythm began!
Hop, hop-hop, hop-hop-hop.
For Wang Xiaole, the accent of the first bar was on the left foot, switching to the right foot in the second bar;
After that, the accent rotated between the left and right feet;
For Cai, the female dance partner, the details to note were the opposite;
Her accent was on the right foot in the first bar, switching to the left foot in the second bar, and then rotating.
"Let's go again!"
Amid the angry roar of the (false) bishop, the second round of the "weapon rain" followed suit.
Yet even with the same move repeated, Wang Xiaole, through the shifts in rhythm, alternated gripping the sword with both hands;
Both he and Cai showed no intention of halting the dance steps; instead, they seemed to be getting into a rhythm together.
Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter.
In the undisturbed rhythm, Wang Xiaole lifted his right hand, controlling the sword blade to create a trail of afterimages;
Once the number grew, the dozens of afterimages intertwined, forming a black light screen encircling the sword edges.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Just by listening to the sounds, it was clear that none of the many weapons hit their target successfully;
The external sounds added a continuous and unique accompaniment to the duo's increasingly synchronized dance.
Why was Wang Xiaole dancing?
This dates back to before his transmigration.
Previously, the school had enforced a rule requiring students to practice social dances in the playground during breaks.
Wang Xiaole's limited dance skills were acquired during that time.
Furthermore:
The dance he was currently performing was somewhat "unlike the norm";
His footwork not only deviated from social dances but also differed significantly from any conventional dance in the world.
To explain, this innovative dance was called the "Clown Dance."
Although not particularly difficult, this dance entailed turning and sticking out the tongue cheekily at individuals one dislikes (such as a certain bishop) in various ways.
Similarly, Cai’s current dance steps were also an individual creation.
This dance is called the "apology dance", and the trick is to have a person nearby who makes you feel guilty while you dance.
When dancing formally, the dancer must personally control the timing.
It's almost every half minute that, upon turning around, you must face directly towards that guilty party.
If the person is at a higher position, you can't help but imitate modern manners by significantly tilting your body backward and making eye contact with the guilty party.
The moment that you notice they are watching you is when you bring this dance to its peak!
Cai demonstrated a standard way to start the dance:
After tilting the body significantly, you must lower your head in the correct posture, bend your waist forcefully towards the guilty party, and bow at a forty-five-degree angle - this is the most appropriate.
If the other party can read lips, then just before bowing, show them the shape of your mouth, with the preferred content being: Very sorry!
Analyzing it this way, Cai has truly reached a master level of proficiency in this unconventional dance!
