"Sir, I don't like using violence without reason. I hope you can refrain from acting rashly. Otherwise, don't blame me if I end up hurting you!"

Despite having the appearance of a beautiful young girl, Wang Xiaole's way of speaking now sounded somewhat similar to when he was still male.

Basically, Wang Xiaole would decide what tone to use based on the person he was speaking to.

In the eyes of most people, this ungentle tone that had nothing to do with being gentle would greatly damage the image of a woman in the eyes of a man. However, exceptions were not uncommon in the world.

For example, Le Song, who had just gotten up from the ground, undoubtedly had a better impression of this "unique" opposite sex because it reminded him of his younger sister.

Le Song's sister, who had been married for many years, also had a somewhat good personality.

Before she got married, that woman already had the identity of "the boss at home," or else she wouldn't have raised her son, his nephew, into that kind of "muscle-head juvenile."

Due to the influence of his sister-complex, Le Song still had a pretty good impression of Wang Xiaole. After being single for so many years, it was the first time he had encountered a girl like her that made him couldn't resist wanting to spend more time with her.

"Too bad that we are on opposite sides. Otherwise, I would gladly invite a lady for a cup of afternoon tea."

"If the old sir is willing to give up resistance, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you..."

While presenting a tempting proposal, Wang Xiaole raised his hand and waved the sword, aiming the sword body towards Le Song, indicating that he wished to capture him alive.

Not using the sharp edge of the sword meant he wanted to capture rather than harm.

Le Song could understand the intention of his opponent in front of him and felt a little tempted by the proposal, but ultimately, he didn't let go of his rationality.

An Inran gentleman would never do two things: bully a lady (being bullied does not count) and give up easily.

Glancing back, Le Song then swiftly retreated, narrowly avoiding the swiping sword edge.

"I have a question: Is the person commanding the Kingdom's army against ours you, this lady?"

"What if it is?"

Le Song crouched down, pressing his palm against the ground near his feet, and casually replied, "Not much. Just surprised that in this insignificant kingdom, there is still such a respected opponent like you."

"I am not from the Mù Lán Kingdom; I come from Dibiles."

As Wang Xiaole closed in on Le Song with his sword, determined to capture him, Le Song commented, "Dibiles? I am glad to hear that. It means the opponent who almost pushed me to the brink comes from that empire that I have never dared to underestimate..."

"Almost" pushed to the brink meant that Le Song still had some means to resist at this moment.

Thinking about it, Le Song felt ashamed: despite his high status, his power was not on par with the other three. In a situation where he couldn't use strategy, he only had one strength left.

"It's not direct combat, but I also want to see your ability, my lady, up close, to see if you can come out of it."

As Le Song lifted his hand from the ground, the holy power he had infused underground resonated with the earth. Wang Xiaole felt the terrain under his feet change, followed by noticeable magical fluctuations he sensed himself.

Realizing what had happened, he readied his defensive stance, tensed his nerves slightly, waiting for the next change.

As a considerable amount of mist rose before his eyes, after a few breaths, he realized he had appeared in what seemed like a maze, the surroundings blurred by mist.

If one were to dispel the mist and look down from a higher vantage point, they would find themselves in a space that resembled a vast, square-shaped hall at the bottom.

Each wall was inscribed with a large circle, adorned with many patterns and designs; Wang Xiaole stood at the heart of the hall, at least twenty meters away from any wall, unable to see the details of those patterns.

Among the four walls, only one connected to a doorway, while the other three led to dead ends.

Walking a few steps in this place, he realized his consciousness was unaffected, indicating this was not an illusion but a real place.

Upon understanding his situation, Wang Xiaole concluded that he had been isolated; he hadn't actively moved from the original location, yet the space he was in was no longer the same. The magic used by the other party was likely a combination of transfer and creation.

This was the gist of it.

Le Song lacked the ability to confront the enemy head-on, so he had learned many means of self-preservation, with the most notable being maze-like magic that this Marshal could boast of.

Being truthful, Le Song's magic proficiency was not enough to create an illusory world out of nothing; therefore, to form this maze, Le Song couldn't do without the current setting.

By infusing holy power into the ground, Le Song altered an area in a short time and controlled the chance of Wang Xiaole leaving the corresponding range, thus temporarily creating a maze.

In essence:

Wang Xiaole was transferred into a large maze created by Le Song, molded from the original location; if he wanted to return to his original place, he had to find a way out.

Waiting for Le Song's power to deplete and the maze to collapse was clearly unrealistic.

Though the creator's power reserves were limited, maintaining the maze for a day was still possible; if he just waited the day out, the capital would undoubtedly fall, and the enemy would surely take the king's bones to drum a victory march, undoing all their previous efforts.

The current situation meant Wang Xiaole couldn't wait idly, although the time seemed longer than anticipated.

In such places, time tended to flow slower than outside, just like the world of illusion was the best example.

He wasn't worried about the target escaping.

During the time the opponent was trapped in the maze, Le Song could have slipped away unnoticed, having complete freedom to do so from the start with this magic, thus eliminating the reliance on warhorses with four legs.

As another magic practitioner, Wang Xiaole discerned:

While sustaining the magic, Le Song couldn't leave the area where the magic was cast; the purpose of this maze was not to buy time but to trap the opponent.

Understanding this, Wang Xiaole didn't need to rush but could proceed at a regular pace.

Swinging his sword to cut through the mist in front of him, he proceeded straight along a path, being cautious not to take overly large steps to avoid sudden floor sinking ahead.

Finding the only door, Wang Xiaole entered a long corridor sloping downward at a thirty-degree angle hidden under the mist, seemingly endless like a shortcut leading to the underworld.

Venturing through the vast grayness, Wang Xiaole felt the increasing humidity and freshness in the air, hinting at the presence of water beyond.

After a while, a faint light appeared below him about tens of meters away, prompting him to approach.

Oddly, the deeper he went down, the warmer he felt, contrary to the expected chilliness.

Far down the length of the corridor, a rumbling sound could be heard faintly; with closer proximity, the rumbling grew louder as the secret passageway gradually illuminated.

Turning left, Wang Xiaole saw a flickering red light in the distance, realizing that the light wasn't actually bright, but after spending time in the darkness, even a hint of light could seem dazzling.

Unsure of what environment lay ahead, Wang Xiaole pressed on, envisioning a way through now that he had reached this point.

Stepping forward steadily, he eventually reached the end to discover a massive waterfall at the bottom; the thunderous noise reverberated from this rapid waterfall.

Looking up from his vantage point, the cascading waterfall fully blocked off the outside world; the only thing that penetrated through was the shining red light.

This red light also dyed the waterfall crimson, enveloping the hallway under a red glow.

Beneath the waterfall was a lake with a normal water color, contrasting with the crimson hue cast by the waterfall.

With no other paths around, Wang Xiaole leaped down, diving into the lake.

Submersed in the water, he observed a variety of life forms in the seemingly bottomless lake; luminous strange fish, serpent-like creatures, large spherical beings with numerous tentacles, and giant monstrous fish swam past him.

In search of an exit, he carefully searched the water, reassured by the magical provision of oxygen, dismissing any worries about suffocation.

In the moment before completing a loop, the underwater currents suddenly churned.

Sensing a change in the water flow beneath him, he couldn't help but move towards the anomaly.

As he reached the deepest point, he felt a strong gust of wind behind him, turning in shock to see a ferocious fish with a human head and fish body lunging towards him.

"A merman in the maze? Too bad it's a male..."

No need for further thoughts; he swiftly turned and engaged in a direct conflict with the merman, wielding his long sword.

Seizing the opportunity when the merman opened its mouth wide, Wang Xiaole let the sword edge, accompanied by a sharp and chilling sword aura, slice through the water, piercing directly into the merman's mouth.

Following a piercing shriek from the merman and the eruption of green liquid, he plunged into the lake.

He didn't care about the fate of his opponent, but there was one thing to emphasize:

"Erase this memory from my mind. The first merman I ever encounter in my life should never be a male!"

With no place for a second person or fish present, through his soliloquy, he made clear an unchanging resolution...