I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 690

Chapter 72: You Can Give It a Try

To be honest, Roy didn’t see Oloya’s attack coming.

No plotline would trigger a situation like this.

Yet, even though the events were diverging from the original, Roy had another informational advantage.

He was well aware of all the powers possessed by the Saint candidates and their guards—he could strip them down to their underwear.

As the climax of “The Angel’s Dance,” the information presented in this chapter was elaborately detailed; Roy couldn’t possibly forget it.

The Eye of Light was no weakling; if it were truly ambushed, even Roy wouldn’t be able to handle it unscathed—it would definitely take a lot of effort.

Not to mention the Shadow Mouse posed quite a challenge for Alice as well.

But once it’s started, it’s started.

In the original, Nia successfully flanked and ambushed, using Still as Water to replicate it.

Falling Star was a rather tricky first-kill move, but as long as you were prepared, it wasn’t that scary.

His breath might be less concealed than Nia’s, but he had other means.

Charm.

Casting illusions required a startup time, generally only effective against distant enemies. Even the highest level of ocular techniques needed to lock eyes with the enemy.

And Eye of Light Oloya particularly liked to fixate on the enemy with her gaze, unwilling to miss a single detail.

She was truly just walking into the line of fire.

With informational advantages, Still as Water, and Charm, Roy had an excellent chance against Oloya.

If it were some other Sequence 6, they might have lasted longer.

In the end, it led to a crushing victory.

However, to outsiders, this scene seemed too sudden.

“No! Miss Oloya!

“If you can’t become a Saint, how are we supposed to survive?!”

“That’s so despicable! Not only did he ambush, but he showed no mercy to a woman—does he even count as a man?!”

Oloya’s followers from the Eastern Continent collectively wept and wailed, their resentment toward Roy reaching new heights; they couldn’t tolerate their faith’s saintess being eliminated so brutally.

In the White Harbor Church, some high-ups from the Eastern Continent spoke up for Oloya.

“What’s there to be proud of? It was just a lucky win based on ability!”

“You better pray he doesn’t run into the War Nun or a direct disciple of the Sword Saint next time!”

Due to the senior status of the Eastern Continent’s high-ups, the priests and nuns of White Harbor dared not retort too harshly.

But whether they admitted it or not, the fact remained that Oloya was eliminated in one hit, and the whole White Harbor was drowned in cheers for Roy.

Nia clapped her hands in delight, several girls wore smiles.

Teresa glanced at the two nearby and smirked, maintaining limited politeness: “Did you see? That kid is no worse than your candidates from the Eastern Continent.”

What she truly meant was, the little monsters you raised are just that in front of Roy.

The silver-haired Sword Saint squinted slightly, softly remarking: “The False King is still quite troublesome.”

For the high-ups in the extraordinary world, the blood of the False King was never a secret.

But Leo’s tone made Simon a bit concerned: “It seems you’ve crossed swords with the False King before?”

“Hmm.” Leo acknowledged but didn’t elaborate.

Teresa went momentarily stunned, her gaze dazed, slowly sinking into silence.

The defeat of the Saint guards didn’t affect the Saint candidates, but it was the opposite for Oloya.

Her elimination meant the Shadow Mouse also lost its qualification.

After reuniting with Alice, Roy set off towards the altar.

Having learned from Oloya’s example, Roy abandoned the originally planned detour.

Unlike the original 2v2 skirmish, those Saint candidates would likely band together, aiming to eliminate Alice first before vying for the position of Saint.

Since that was the case, there was no need for us to hide.

With that in mind, Roy directly led Alice across the outskirts’ canyon, taking the shortest route straight to the altar.

It was noon, the sun blazing.

The water flowed gently, birds chirped, and flowers bloomed.

The spring scenery was lovely, vibrant flowers swayed and danced, causing one to unconsciously slow down and get lost in its beauty.

Alice’s gaze subconsciously followed the swaying flowers, the fluttering butterflies drifting away, gradually losing focus…

In a hidden corner, Jay smirked, “Gotcha.”

The next moment, tranquility was shattered.

Intricate symbols of Holy Light flew through the air, weaving a massive pure white barrier that descended from all directions.

It was like a cage that chose its victims.

But Roy reacted quickly, shoving Alice out of the way.

As the light barrier fell, only Roy was caught inside.

Alice snapped back to her senses, anxiously calling out, “Master…”

Before she could voice her concern, a blade flashed toward her, forcing Alice to draw her sword in defense.

A black-clad nun wielding a sword, and a young black-robed monk, attacked Alice in succession, pinning her in a corner.

They were indeed the Floral Prince and the War Nun, the Saint guards hailing from the Holy Knight Order and the Inquisition, both Sequence 7 powerhouses.

As Roy expected, after a twist of light and shadow, Jay and Wysalia also appeared within the light barrier.

Jay held a pure white scripture, mockingly saying, “You didn’t fall under my illusion, the White Garden’s influence… But that might not be a good thing for you.”

“I originally just wanted to trap Miss Alice and have some fun with her. But since you had to barge in, I guess I’ll let you suffer a bit first!”

Just recalling the pain that burned through his palm made Jay’s expression twist slightly.

At that moment, his hatred for Roy outweighed his desires for Alice.

Roy cast a glance at Jay, coldly stating, “So you’re saying you wouldn’t dare seek revenge without backup?”

The gold glimmer hidden in his black eyes radiated an ancient beast’s oppressive aura, making Jay flinch and instinctively retreat behind Wysalia.

“Say what you want; if you have backup, why not use it?”

“Light Prison is an extraordinary item crafted by Archbishop Simon himself; it can’t be broken from the inside out unless you destroy this.” Jay waved the scripture in his hand, then looked smugly at Wysalia: “But the premise is you can defeat her.”

Roy smiled at Wysalia, saying, “Two against one, no honor in that.”

Beneath her armor, Wysalia’s expression darkened, though she had no choice but to comply: “A soldier’s duty is to obey orders.”

“Two against one, whether it’s Alice or you, neither of you stands a chance. Convincing her to surrender is the wisest choice.”

Wysalia didn’t personally dislike Roy, but she found him overly arrogant.

Going against the Holy Light Church was unwise; no matter how outstanding Alice was, getting involved in the Saint trials was bound to be a grim prospect.

However, Roy turned his head back, casually saying something that was far from a plea for surrender.

“Remember what I said, the nun’s weakness is on her left side, she’s wounded there. And the monk excels at quick attacks, but they’re low on power; no need to rush, just focus on defense.”

Once his words unveiled their weaknesses, the two attacking Alice’s faces changed dramatically as they hesitated and pulled back.

Jay was equally surprised but forced a scoff: “Empty bravado…”

“Whether it’s empty bravado or not, you can find out for yourself.”

Roy slowly drew his Dragon’s Tooth sword, his gaze deep as ice, glimmering with a cold light.