I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 692

Chapter 74: Facing Reality

Jay was more cunning than Oloya and definitely less scared of death. In the original story, he surrendered immediately after being defeated, terrified of even a scratch.

A life-or-death showdown was one thing, but if Roy truly tortured Jay in front of millions of viewers from both continents, it wouldn’t just affect Alice’s reputation; it might even provoke the Church to step in and stop him.

But the guy kept fixating on Alice; how could Roy just let him off easy?

Even from an objective standpoint, Roy felt no guilt at all—he even thought he was doing a good deed.

If it weren’t for the Church backing him, Jay’s own confessed crimes would have been enough to put him on the stake.

A bit of physical pain could be avoided, but the pain of the soul couldn’t go unpunished.

Under Roy’s suggestion, Phoenix had already planted a branding suggestion deep within Jay’s soul.

From now on, as soon as Jay entertained any wicked thoughts, he would suffer searing pain in his lower regions. This soul torment was invisible to the eye but impossible to erase.

Roy flashed a gentle smile: “Don’t worry, even if you cut that thing off, you’ll still feel the hurt.”

“You… you bastard…!”

Jay trembled on the ground, unable to rise, his face contorted with resentment and pain. No matter how he tried to channel the Holy Light for healing, the agony wouldn’t ease one bit.

This kind of torture was far crueler than physical pain, because while bodily pain could eventually be adapted to or might knock you out, soul pain arose from within.

“No, no, Roy, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have those thoughts about Alice! I surrender! Please undo this! Undo it!!!”

Forget about images and reputations; the “Flower Prince” Jay was rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.

But Roy leaped past him, not sparing him another glance.

The brand from Phoenix arose from wicked thoughts.

If Jay truly repented, the searing punishment would naturally pause temporarily.

Even now, Jay was still fantasizing about how to take revenge, which was why the pain continued.

However, Roy knew exactly what kind of person Jay was, which is why he set up this mechanism.

Roy turned to Visalia and nonchalantly said, “So, who needs to face reality now?”

Visalia propped herself up, the top-tier armor forged from mithril was etched with terrifying sword marks, and snow water was seeping through. With the “Cage of Light” vanishing, her extraordinary aura noticeably weakened.

Now facing Roy, her hand holding the spear was subtly trembling.

“Though I heard your bloodline isn’t purely ‘Iron Blood,’ I didn’t expect you to be this strong…”

“Damn! Visalia, what nonsense are you spouting? Just kill him! Use your bloodline transformation and take him out!” Jay cried hoarsely.

Right! Visalia could use bloodline transformation.

In the original story, Xue Nuo and Visalia were the only two characters able to pull off that move.

Every candidate for Saint was packed with powerful bloodlines and exceptional talent, but Visalia had an extra layer of resilience tempered on the battlefield and a hint of luck, allowing her to maximize her bloodline’s potential.

Bloodline transformation was arguably the most mysterious ability of extraordinary beings, even Roy hadn’t comprehended its intricacies yet.

But even so…

“Roy, with my bloodline transformation, I can match a full-force strike at Sequence 5. Can you take it?”

“Absolutely.”

Visalia’s whole body jolted, seemingly in disbelief.

“Damn it! He’s bluffing you!”

Roy indifferent, twirled his sword: “If you don’t believe me, feel free to give it a try, just like before.”

“……Please show me.”

Visalia sighed heavily, dropping her sturdy shield, readying her spear, her aura surging, with a pure white knight materializing behind her, also wielding a spear.

As an extraordinary being, who didn’t have a bit of pride?

Even if she sensed a hint of foreboding, Visalia still refused to back down, intent on making her strongest strike to match Roy.

To witness where the limits of this young man lay.

Roy’s expression turned slightly cold but remained calm.

“I can take it, but this is a trial, not a contest. I’m not obligated to train with you.”

Visalia froze for a moment, then swiftly began channeling her bloodline to condense a phantom.

But Roy didn’t give her a chance. In the blink of an eye, he released a tremendous pressure, and while she was so rigid in her movements, he hurled his sword into the sky above her.

Teleporting into mid-air, dozens of weapons forged from mithril floated beside Roy.

【Projection Forging】.

Although this move couldn’t sync with the False King’s abilities, the mithril weapons were not inferior to the Dragon Tooth Blade.

Cold glimmers surged as the blade’s light flickered into existence.

Roy swung a scarlet sword light downwards, accompanied by the array of weapons, crashing down together.

Flying blades and falling red lightning.

With no time to access her bloodline’s source, Visalia could only muster her full power for a single strike.

Mithril shattered, blood-red splashed, the two figures intertwined.

The black-haired boy now bore a small wound on his cheek.

Shaking off the blood, he cheerfully complimented, “Not bad.”

“You’re the first to ever harm me in this trial.”

“…What an honor.”

She had to bitterly accept that the one needing to face reality was never Roy.

The spear fell.

Pierced by several weapons and cleaved from above, Visalia’s armor finally crumbled under the strain, shattering with a piercing crack.

The bloodied “Battle Nun” fell.

Simon narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man holding the blade, clearly still holding back, for a long time before finally turning to the crowd.

“Flower Prince Jay surrenders voluntarily, Battle Nun Visalia is defeated, and only two candidates remain.”

Such a scene ignited the East Continent’s resentment and fury in an instant.

But even amidst their fervor, witnessing Roy’s overwhelming victory forced them to acknowledge just how impressive his strength was.

“What in the world happened to the Flower Prince? Why did he suddenly cry and surrender?!”

“Lord Visalia and Lord Jay teaming up still couldn’t win, how is this even possible?!”

“No, my brother Jay wouldn’t lose! That guy must have used some devilish trick!”

“If Battle Nun couldn’t use bloodline transformation, she might have a chance! That bastard just got lucky again!”

Though they refused to admit it, the anxious flames spread through the East Continent, scorching their previously unshakeable faith.

Inside the White Harbor Cathedral, the Church’s higher-ups on the East Continent looked particularly grim.

“No matter how strong that guard is, in the end, it still comes down to the candidates for Saint to fight for supremacy!”

“That Alice hasn’t done much up to now; she seems just like a vase for people to protect!”

“Ah, yes, yes, yes! What you said is right, my lord!”

Roy’s three consecutive victories surpassed any eloquence.

No matter how the East Continent’s leadership tried to patch up or criticize, the priests and nuns at White Harbor were smiling and nodding, feeling no need to retort.

“Truly deserving of my knight; a mere candidate for Saint is nothing to fear!” Charlotte smirked proudly from the side.

Nia was already waving her fists and cheering nonstop.

At this moment, Leanna let out a small sigh, her gaze icy.

“Don’t celebrate too early; the real trouble is still ahead.”

“The Sword Saint’s apprentice and the ‘Child of Light’ are no walk in the park.”