1371 Miss Calamity's Vicious Tongue

"…Are we going to fight or not?" Varian grumbled.

Yuor Quin raised her head and glanced at Varian with contempt. "Can't you see? I'm checking my nails. Would your world end if you waited for a few minutes?"

Varian was speechless at her audacity and turned to the sky for support.

Miss Calamity who was recording the battle while being seated on a flying carpet she got from who knows where, responded to his call.

She magnified a hologram that's showing…time?

Varian quickly grasped her intentions and turned to the Pietas lady. "You're not only thirty minutes late to the appointment, you're also delaying the duel after being this late!"

"Heh." Yuor snorted in response, an arrogant smirk adorning her face.

Like all Pietas, there was a complex mark on her forehead—a mishmash of various letters of an ancient language long forgotten.

Her light purple skin didn't diverge her much from that of a human race but her short height of 4 feet definitely created a sense of incongruency.

Judging an enemy by their height was a terrible mistake that even novices would laugh at.

But when Yuor who looked very much like human except her unique skin color and tattoo laughed at Varian, it was hard for him to ignore it.

Even though she's already an adult woman who's much older than even the post-blink human civilization, Varian felt like a brat was laughing at him.

It pissed him off. So, he decided to say something mean in return for two reasons. Personal revenge for being ignored and angering her so she would actually start fighting.

Varian bent down, put his hands on his knees and looked down at Yuor like an adult looking at a child.

"Little girl, if you are too scared to fight, turn left and jump off this flying arena. Or you can call your mom."

"Tsk." Yuor Quin merely clicked her tongue and began to check her other hand's nails.

Varian turned to Miss Calamity for help again.

While she was nothing but a trouble maker who was afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough for the past two weeks, she had a great talent for pissing people off.

'Even I should learn from her.'

Miss Calamity raised her hand and patted her chest, reassuring him that she'd take care of this.

Varian nodded. All he had to do was wait and watch. This woman would be throwing herself at him in a moment.

'No, not like that.'

Aurora swiped her finger and large holographic screens popped up in the air. The cameras also shifted to cover both her and Yuor at once.

"Oi shorty, do you want me to change your diapers?"

Varian almost choked on his saliva.

'What the fuck?'

"There are rumors that you hang out with only 8-foot men. Why? Is it because you don't have to kneel?"

Youra froze for a moment before she raised her eyes and looked at the woman in the air with a murderous expression.

Then she turned to Varian and gnashed her teeth.

"So you're the one who's spreading those rumors about me, huh? Fucking bastard! I should've guessed when you looked at me with those lecherous eyes!"

Varian's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

'No! No! Why the hell would I know about your sex history? I didn't even know you until today!'

"Telor, don't give into that bitch's blackmail! You're right when you said she's not even for the streets but for the highways!"

"…But I did not say that." Varian tried to defend himself with a weak voice.

"And what's that thing you said in the evening? Ah, yes. The reason she's the only girl in the top 5 is because—"

"Shut up, you worthless rag!" Yuora exploded, her eyes were bloodshot and she was breathing fire.

Varian looked between Aurora and Yuora with a tired expression.

'Sarah used to tell me that girls could be very mean to each other but damn! This is something else!'

"I'll prove you how wrong you are." Youra's halo began to shine and a dozen beasts appeared around her in an instant.

The racial talent of 'Pietas' race would fully manifest itself when they reached rank 7 in their pre-determined divine path—Enslaver.

Powerful low rank 7 and a couple of mid rank 7 auras swept the arena in a blink.

"I've been called many things but never was I humiliated like this and in a broadcast that's telecasted over the entire academy." A whip appeared in Yuora's hand and she lashed it against the beasts around her.

When the whip hit the beasts, the tiara on her glowed and the beast's calm eyes turned cold.

A three-headed lion-like creature jumped at Varian without any care for its own life. It was quickly followed by almost a dozen more beasts.

Varian punched a few beasts, blasting them back but was quicky engaged by the rest.

Before he could take a few more down, the beasts that were supposed to be significantly injured joined the fray, their injuries almost healed.

'This is the racial talent, huh.'

Varian glanced at the glowing tiara and halo on Yuora's head. It seemed like she could augment her slaves' condition as well as heal their injuries. But she could also do a lot more, like directing their attacks and forcibly controlling their movements at a critical moment.

The strategy to defeat an 'Enslaver' was clear. Target the Enslaver, not her slaves.

Varian kicked the floor and shot forward.

Realizing his intention, the slaves quickly formed a dome around to block him off. Since each of these creatures were at least 20-foot tall and 5-foot wide, they did manage to put him in a created 'box'.

Watching her slaves close off the prison, Yuora let out a breath she was holding.

For the next ten minutes, there were war cries of the beasts and sound of blood dripping from a man of much smaller stature than them.

'His vitality is very weak now. He should be down any mo—'

Boom!

A punch blasted a fist-sized hole in the wall, by literally blasting away the chunk of flesh of the beast holding that wall.

The other beasts quickly moved to close the gap but by then, a beam of red light blasted through the hole and struck Yuora's tiara and halo.

As if someone hit the pause button, the beasts froze as their link with Yuora suffered a severe damage.

Before they could recover, Varian blasted out and slapped Youra on the back, knocking her out.

He's badly injured and had his bones showing, but he won despite everything.

This unexpected victory set stage for even more expectations for tomorrow's competion.

…Just as intended.