I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 698

Chapter 80: The Punishment of Destiny

Even with all-around enhancements, Alice still couldn’t surpass Sang.

But if she concentrated all her strength from the Seraph into a single attribute, that was another story.

Strengthening her senses to break through illusions, boosting her defense to tank powerful strikes, enhancing her speed to disrupt the rhythm—little by little, she could wear down her opponent.

It wasn’t until this moment, facing Sang, that Alice realized she had long been preparing for this battle.

Roy’s training, instruction, and advice had transformed into Alice’s strength, helping her turn the tides bit by bit!

It felt as if the boy was right there beside her, holding her hand, calling her name, fighting alongside her.

Once again, sword flashes cut through, leaving a scarlet line across Sang’s waist.

In the face of such intense pain, the Son of Light no longer showed warmth in his eyes, but revealed fury.

Sang swung out a heavy blow, and the Holy Light swept through like a hurricane, but Alice had already anticipated this and ducked down to avoid it.

In the next moment, Alice lunged in front of Sang.

“Hold on, suppress him, wait for him to show a flaw—then that will be your chance!”

Recalling the boy’s words, Alice’s gaze turned cold, and she suddenly unleashed a crescent-shaped blade of light!

Starting from that point, without waiting for Sang to defend or counterattack, the golden hound finally let loose, clawing and baring fangs, just to shred its prey into pieces!

Holy Light Slash.

Attaching the Holy Light to her weapon was merely a basic attack ability for Holy Light wielders, but under Alice’s command, it transformed into a terrifying storm of blades, instantly engulfing Sang’s figure.

Blade light splattered, slicing through the ceiling and stone pillars, breaking Sang’s hastily assembled Holy Light Armor, and more directly hitting Sang’s body.

Three strikes, seven strikes, twenty-one strikes, thirty-two strikes!

Cruel yet beautiful, sacred yet merciless—it was like an angel’s hunt and execution.

The final slash turned into a dazzling arc of blinding white, like an unstoppable rainbow, completely piercing through Sang’s body.

Where the blade light passed, giant stones fell, walls crumbled, and even the barrier cried out in agony.

And a piercing flash of red.

The miracle child blessed by the Holy Light was now soaked in blood, shoulders drooping, collapsing in his own pool of blood.

Only the blonde girl, gripping her silver sword, still stood resolutely in place.

In the projection, the girl’s valiant figure was deeply etched in the eyes of thousands of spectators.

Moments later, the entire White Harbor was drowned in cheers.

“Long live the Holy Knight!”

“Truly worthy of Miss Alice!”

“Did you see? In the end, our candidates from the West Continent laughed last!”

Outside the altar, Roy, who also witnessed the entire process through the projection, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“I knew you could do it.”

It wasn’t because she was the original protagonist, nor because she was the Destined Saintess, but because Roy had personally witnessed the girl’s ongoing efforts.

In the original story, the Son of Light truly deserved the title of final boss, a formidable enemy that could only be defeated by Alice’s life-threatening strike.

But after countless hard trainings and bloody battles, Alice had become a fully capable Extraordinary Being, and with the hints he gave, there was no reason for her to lose to a mere pawn from the original story.

She had ultimately done it!

Inside the church, unlike the relieved boy, the church’s higher-ups were thrown into chaos.

Even Theresa and Rayo widened their eyes slightly, not expecting the girl to reverse the situation in an instant.

Theresa held her face, filled with emotions: “Roy or that kid, young people always surprise us.”

Rayo slowly nodded, not refuting her.

However, no one noticed that Simon, who had been gazing at the projection, was now oddly curling the corners of his mouth.

The Destined Saintess, indeed lived up to her title.

But do you really think we will allow a headstrong individual to take the position of the Saint?

Your destiny has long been predetermined.

Gasping for breath, Alice dragged her weary body toward the altar.

According to the rules, the victor must place their hand upon the altar, and the Trial would come to a complete end.

Yet at that moment, the half-kneeling Sang suddenly shook his finger, muttering an unusual chant.

“In times of confusion, believe in the Holy Light…”

“My destiny is already determined, the Holy Light will guide you… guide me!”

In the next moment, the Son of Light abruptly opened his eyes.

Alice’s face changed in an instant, and she turned around, only to see a figure wrapped in a surge of light punch coming at her.

In an instant, golden Holy Light suddenly emerged, piercing through the night, turning the sky into daylight.

Under such terrifying pressure, Alice was sent flying, blood spilling from her mouth.

Before her stood Sang, indifferent.

“Lord Sang hasn’t lost yet!”

The people of the East Continent reignited their hopes, chanting the name of the Son of Light.

What should have been the end of the battle had now begun the call for Round Two.

Theresa couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wait, don’t you think there’s something off with Sang?”

Rayo coldly replied, “I don’t think so.”

“Isn’t it strange for the Son of Light, as a candidate for the Saint, to have a trick or two up his sleeve?” Simon inquired with a smile, reminding, “Lady Theresa, you can raise doubts, but do provide evidence.”

“This…”

Theresa felt something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint any clues.

Life-and-death extraordinary abilities might be rare, but they weren’t non-existent. Even if the Son of Light made a comeback due to this, being down didn’t contradict the Saint’s Trial rules.

But Roy’s expression darkened.

Something was wrong.

This wasn’t a scenario that existed in the original!

The Son of Light Sang’s strength should have been at its limit by now!

Could it be that the church had left behind a trump card…

Rejecting the medical team’s retreat, Levi, who wanted to witness Alice’s downfall, laughed maniacally through his injuries: “Hahahaha! Did you see? Your maid is doomed! Sang is going to kill her! No matter how talented you are, it won’t change her fate!”

Not change… huh?

Roy clenched his fists, anxiety consuming him.

Actually, it would be easy to stop the Trial.

Using the Blade of the Fallen to forcefully storm the altar and save Alice would suffice.

But if he did that…

The position of the Saint, the clues for the False King‘s rise, the pivotal moment—everything would be utterly ruined.

No.

Compared to Alice’s safety, all of that was entirely unimportant.

But why did he resist so fiercely from intervening in all of this…!

Roy didn’t ponder long.

The answer was right before his eyes.

In the light screen, the bloodied girl, her spirit in tatters, painfully gritted her teeth, standing back up.

Sword raised against her foe, the azure eyes showed no sign of retreat.

That breathtaking determination, surpassing anything in the original, was like the dawn breaking through the long night, piercing Roy’s heart.

Because I believe in her.

Because I believe Alice can win, will come back unharmed, and will become the Saint.

Just as she promised me.

With a deep exhale of stale breath, ultimately, Roy didn’t take a single step.

And on the other side of the continent, the Pope atop the Holy Seat lazily opened his eyes.

Watching the blonde girl in the light screen, the Pope revealed a hint of condescension and amusement.

“The Destined Saintess… yet wishes to defy her destiny, betray the divine will?”

“Then let me personally deliver the punishment you deserve.”

As the Pope raised his hand, the eye-rolled Sang did the same, a magnificent light bursting forth from his palm.