I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 689

Chapter 71: Down Below! Uppercut!

The blade glinted.

Facing backwards, an unexpected sneak attack left all the onlookers startled.

However, the blonde girl swiftly turned and parried the incoming dagger with a narrow escape.

The shadow paused, then quickly retreated.

It was a man dressed in a black tailcoat, with a black cloth covering his face.

The Saint Guardian of the Light Eye, Oroya, and an Inquisition steward, known as the Shadow Mouse.

In recent days, several contestants had come to realize each other’s identities.

It was no surprise for their identities to be known.

Yet, the Shadow Mouse sensed something odd.

As a skilled assassin from the Inquisition, an Extraordinary Being of Sequence 7, that strike should’ve hit mark.

Unless aware of the opponent’s information, few would guard against an underground attack.

The recent clash revealed that Alice’s ability to sense threats was lacking.

So, the other party must have been prepared!

The Inquisition kept all members’ abilities strictly confidential. It was impossible for the White Harbor Church to have explored this thoroughly in such a short time…

The assassin’s greatest advantage is to strike first; failing to land the initial hit left the Shadow Mouse in doubt.

Meanwhile, Alice appeared calm while her heart raced, still shaken.

If her master hadn’t warned her that the Inquisition steward’s abilities were unpredictable and that she should be especially wary of mundane blind spots, she could have been seriously hurt just now!

Her master truly could anticipate the enemy to this level!

The Shadow Mouse toyed with his dagger and mockingly said, “Leaving the candidate aside, you really are pathetic.”

“Alice doesn’t need her master’s… protection.”

Alice readied her stance, unfazed: “If anyone should feel pity, it’s your candidate.”

“Ridiculous!”

As the blade flashed, the two clashed again.

Under the Light Eye, nothing could escape sight.

The Shadow Mouse had no fear that Oroya would be in danger.

Rather, it was the audacity of this little girl’s guard to sneak up on Oroya that spelled her doom!

On the other side, Oroya rarely frowned.

She had a panoramic view of everything a thousand meters away.

Even the surrounding mosquitoes couldn’t escape her gaze.

Yet, the Black-Haired Boy seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Even if he was injured and eliminated, there should be medics coming to assist…

What was the Shadow Mouse doing? As an assassin, failing the first hit should be fine, but after such a long entanglement, not landing a single strike?!

Growing restless, as Oroya drew her bow to support her guard, a peculiar extraordinary fluctuation caught her peripheral vision.

Like a ghost appearing out of thin air.

“!”

Oroya hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the incoming crimson spear.

Sure enough, the Black-Haired Boy stood there, leisurely grasping a new spear.

But Oroya’s hairs stood on end, her eyes wide with disbelief.

When did this guy appear behind her?!

Oroya, strong and composed, said, “I heard you’re not just an ordinary Iron Blood, but carry another powerful bloodline.”

“Looks like that’s how you slipped past my sight.”

“Not really slipping past,” Roy casually twirled the spear and calmly stated, “When you strike, you still reveal your presence.”

Compared to Nia’s Wind Wraith, Still Waters has some shortcomings in obscuring presence.

After all, elves naturally excelled at stealth more than merfolk.

“However, avoiding risks of ranged attacks and closing the distance is already enough.”

“Enough?” Oroya’s temples throbbed.

It wasn’t admiration or fear, but the boy’s cold gaze ignited a fierce desire for conquest in Oroya.

“Don’t get too cocky, you uncouth dog!”

Raising her hand, she released an arrow!

The comet soared, racing in a straight line!

Starburst exploded, kicking up vast clouds of dust.

Oroya, newly entered into Sequence 6, wielded a blow that already neared the limits of Sequence 6 in power.

Roy barely avoided the terrifying arrow and threw his spear.

But Oroya merely tilted her head to dodge this strike.

“Ha! Seems you’re not good at ranged attacks, like a dog that can only scratch with its paws!”

“But you’re not good at close combat either, right?”

Mirror Flower Water Moon.

The merfolk’s illusory step traced a vague and ethereal path, allowing her to deftly glide through the gaps as arrows plummeted.

Within several exchanges, Roy closed the distance before Oroya.

The blonde light archer was taken aback, her stance disrupted, clearly terrified of close combat—

But in the next moment, all that turned to nothingness.

Oroya sneered, then raised her finger to signal the next arrow.

“I truly am not good at close combat, but did you really think I would be unguarded?!”

The Holy Knights were anything but empty talk.

Extraordinary Beings can exhibit poor character, but power cannot be fabricated.

Falling Stars.

The arrows pre-deployed by Oroya in the clouds fell like comets, attacking from Roy’s blind spot, similar to the assassin’s first strike.

No one could dodge this hit.

Oroya never expected that Roy, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, supported himself on the ground, rolled aside, and performed acrobatics to avoid the falling star!

Holy light erupted, dust flying, and the boy vanished.

How is that possible?

Oroya couldn’t comprehend.

This move was her hidden ace, unseen in public, and other factions in the western continent’s information network couldn’t possibly have uncovered it!

Where did he escape to?!

Before the dust settled, Oroya quickly scanned the surroundings and captured sight of Roy.

And the eerie, flickering crimson.

A confident smile returned to Oroya’s face.

Whatever your tricks, you can’t escape the Light Eye!

As the comet fell, the arrows rushed forth, a tempest of strikes engulfing Roy’s form.

And after that, she successfully seized the title of Saint, turning Roy Ainbrad into a toy with no dignity…?

But all this was just a fleeting moment.

What followed was the youth’s massive iron fist.

“Honestly, you’re quite dense.”

That was the last thing Oroya heard.

For the next moment, Roy executed a perfect uppercut, accompanied by the burst of Blood Qi, smashing cleanly into Oroya’s jaw.

Blood sprayed, teeth scattered.

With eyes bloodshot and rolling, Oroya succumbed to gravity, plummeting like a puppet with cut strings.

Simon let out a barely perceptible sigh before he bittersweetly announced, “I regret to inform everyone, Miss Oroya of the Light Eye has become the first candidate eliminated in this trial.”