I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 250

Chapter 103: Weakened Mortal

“Counterattack! Don’t let those things get close!”

Douglas shouted furiously, leading from the front as he summoned a desert storm to act as a barrier.

The prince’s command finally snapped the members of the Gold Sand faction back to reality, urging them to rally for a counterattack. However, in their panic, their strikes either missed the mark or lacked sufficient power; the students could barely muster even half of their usual strength.

Not that it was surprising.

Whether in personal training or academy trials, they usually fought under well-informed circumstances, on equal footing. Even in the Lionheart Kingdom, few had experienced life-and-death battles, let alone face such terrifying, inhuman creatures.

But amidst the chaos, a dark-haired boy shot forward like an arrow, charging directly into the overwhelming network of vines!

Is this guy trying to get himself killed?!

Douglas was stunned by Roy’s reckless move, only to realize he might have been overthinking things.

The sharp branches that had claimed countless extraordinary lives crashed into Roy, shattering against him like weak grains of sand hitting a steel plate.

Evil Dragon Blood Armor!

Roy activated the Dragon King’s protection to temporarily boost his abilities to Sequence 7, combined with the protective dragon scales from Evil Dragon: Fafnir. Why would he fear such trivial scratches?

The only real threat came from those vines.

The soft vines deftly avoided the blade in Roy’s hand, wrapping around his limbs, body, and even his neck, draining his life force.

Just then, sharp wind blades swooped in from a distance, slicing through the vines, freeing Roy in an instant without wasting a second.

No need for words; he and Nia had a perfect unspoken synergy.

“Let’s go! Cut that ugly monster down!”

However, it seemed Nia couldn’t help but throw in a comment or two.

The wind blades shredded the vines while Roy, clad in protective dragon scales, endured the onslaught of branches with the tenacity of an unyielding knight, charging toward the heart of the eerie dark force.

With a flash of brilliance, the sword in the boy’s hands transformed into an imposing two-meter-long broad black steel sword!

Roy’s feet sank, he channeled energy, and in an instant, crimson aura erupted from his arms!

Blood Qi Condensation!

The devastating strike fueled by the scarlet energy from Iron Blood was unleashed, the heavy sword swung down like thunder.

In the face of this dramatic attack, ‘Ayana’ was split in two, as easily as butter sliced by a hot knife, spewing forth a torrent of pus.

The yellow-green pus showed no sign of human blood.

Yet, floating in mid-air, Ayana showed no pain, just a hint of mockery on her face.

“Weak flesh and blood, only the Mother Goddess endures!”

“Your power is nothing before the Mother Goddess!”

In the next moment, countless branches converged into a massive log, swinging down toward Roy!

With a thunderous crash, shockwaves erupted.

Even with the sword raised in defense, Roy was sent flying like a sandbag, scattering black steel fragments in his wake.

After soaring several dozen meters, he finally stabilized himself in the soft embrace of someone.

As Ayana’s severed body drew near again with the help of countless vines, secreting more viscous pus, it quickly reassembled itself.

Members of the Gold Sand faction were almost frenzied in their assaults, but whether pierced by spears or struck by lightning, Ayana managed to heal instantly. Only a flame-wielder’s fiery attack momentarily drew a frown from her, yet it was still not enough to halt her advance.

Nothing saps morale more than an unbeatable foe.

Watching the cultists approach step by step, the already fragile morale of the Gold Sand faction crumbled again, Douglas clenched his fists, feeling helpless.

His sandstorm couldn’t hurt the opponent either.

As the highest-ranked extraordinary being present, a rare Sequence 7 in the academy, he hadn’t felt this powerless in a long time.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind.

“Senior, could you cover me, please?”

“Are you okay…?!”

Though the cultist’s strike was fierce, Roy climbed up as if nothing had happened, leaving Douglas dumbfounded.

He thought for sure that Roy would be severely injured after that hit.

That black steel sword was shattered!

It was said that Iron Blood was renowned for its powerful defense, but that was a bit too exaggerated, right?

If it weren’t for the horrifying sight of Ayana healing, Douglas might have suspected that Roy was some kind of cultist himself.

“You sure you can handle it? That last attack was your full strength, right?”

Roy stared at the distant cultist, stretched his arms, and casually replied, “That was just a test of depth.”

“Next, I’ll get serious.”

Ayana, infested by the cult, held a weak extraordinary aura, barely reaching Sequence 7.

But the truly troublesome aspect of the cultists was their bizarre abilities.

Their power stemmed from the dark gods, which placed them above ordinary extraordinary beings. Thus, when bloodline levels were close, the latter often faced substantial losses.

Take the cultist priest Bruwen from the Evil Dragon Society, whose extraordinary aura barely registered as Sequence 6; he had no trouble killing Leo Reinhardt.

Perhaps only the golden bloodline led by Charlotte, fully awakened, could suppress the power of the dark gods.

Even among those with golden bloodlines, Leo struggled to master the primal fire, making it difficult for him to harm Bruwen, shielded by dragon scales.

Unfortunately, Charlotte wasn’t here, and Nia, still at Sequence 8, hadn’t fully grasped her bloodline powers. It was up to Roy alone now.

“Everyone, cover Roy’s attack!”

Roy summoned the black steel long sword again and took a step toward the distant figure.

Though unsure of Roy’s intentions, the crowd felt re-energized by his fearless charge against the cultists, igniting their fighting spirit once more as they rallied to support him.

Wind blades, grains of sand, spears, arrows—countless vines fell to the extraordinary beings’ attacks. The remaining branches were endured by Roy.

Faced with the thunderous charge of the boy, Ayana scoffed and called forth more branches to ambush him.

“Weakened mortals, can’t you wait to dive into the Mother Goddess’s embrace?”

Mere mortals dared to resist the power of the Mother Goddess; it was as comical as moths flying into fire!

But as the branches descended like a net, Roy merely snorted dismissively.

In the next moment, Ayana’s murky eyes froze, reflecting a searing red.

It was fire.

Crimson flames surged from the sword blade, the blazing slash blossoming like a red lotus, severing and incinerating countless branches!

In that moment, she realized that she was the moth unable to escape the raging flames!