Chapter 116: The Swift Wind—The Wolf-Pup Fox

Though Vinigomin was clearly not as fast as Little Wolf Princess, his lethality surpassed hers. By the time Little Wolf Princess had taken down thirteen enemies, Vinigomin had already felled his twenty-fourth opponent, mercilessly tearing out the man’s throat.

He stared expressionlessly at Akana.

“W-what’s wrong?” Little Wolf Princess instinctively recoiled. Facing this “kinsman,” she felt an indescribable pressure that naturally filled her with fear.

“Want to be queen? That kind of resolve... is nowhere near enough,” Vinigomin’s cold voice leisurely reached Akana’s ears. “You’re not even as good as Honey. At least she knows what she’s pursuing.”

“I’ve been working hard!” Little Wolf Princess whispered in protest.

“That’s just talent—only a third of it,” Vinigomin scoffed. “Besides your innate power, speed, and reflexes, you’ve done nothing. You haven’t even tried.”

“W-why suddenly...” Akana was clearly confused.

“It’s just the instinctive dissatisfaction of a noble werewolf’s body,” Vinigomin replied. “I can’t stand such weak juniors.”

“I’m weak?” Little Wolf Princess jumped up, brandishing her claws.

“I haven’t even gone all out—you noticed that too,” Vinigomin said. “You’re faster than me, have sharper claws, and keener reflexes. So why do you only have results like this?”

“Why?” Little Wolf Princess looked dazed, scratching her face.

“Think,” Vinigomin said. “You should learn to think. Choose the right tactics before battle, summarize your experience afterward. You must learn to use the right approach for the right target.”

He shook his body, dispelling the role construct.

Little Wolf Princess leapt forward, grabbing him and shaking him from side to side, shouting, “What do you mean I’m too weak! Who’s weaker now?”

Vinigomin made a face and slipped out from between her claws, which weren’t really gripping hard.

“Huh? Did I say anything?” he feigned innocence.

Boom!

“Has Sophie already passed?” Vinigomin glanced toward the direction of the sound. “With her ability, surely no one here can give her trouble.”

==In the Midst of the Girl’s Divine Might==

In truth, things were not as easy for Sophie as Vinigomin assumed.

Sweat beaded on her temples, and her hands trembled slightly as she gripped her sword.

Sophie was exceptionally skilled, Vinigomin knew, but her opponent now was no less formidable.

The master swordsman of the Silver Helm Brotherhood—the strongest enforcer named Nazadi.

Though there was only this one man here, the pressure he exerted on Sophie felt like facing an entire organized army.

Behind Sophie, Little Honey trembled, nearly speechless. Though battle-hardened herself, under such overwhelming pressure, even she could not help but feel fear.

Fortunately, the big cat was still mobile. At Sophie’s signal, it dutifully carried Honey away, retreating several dozen meters.

“Honey, calm down. You have to... you have to help,” Honey whispered in a voice trembling with battle nerves.

“Help, help, help...” With Honey’s muttering, it was as if some switch flipped inside her. She slowly sat up straighter, her eyes glowing.

Not the kind of gleam one might expect, but a faint white light shimmering softly from her eyes.

“This is...” The big cat was startled, lowering its body, ready to dodge attacks.

With a sharp cry, Sophie swung her greatsword down fiercely, while her opponent, Nazadi the swordsman, raised his long sword to intercept, striking the least resilient part of her greatsword—the guard.

Clang!

“Nazadi, master swordsman, wields the ‘Bloodstained Peak,’ also known as ‘Blood Summit,’” Vinigomin’s voice drifted slowly from the fort’s entrance. “It’s rare to see you here.”

“You’ve heard of me?” Nazadi’s expression was blank; even his voice lacked intonation, not sounding like a question.

“As you can see,” Vinigomin shrugged. “Information about the Silver Helm isn’t hard to come by. Especially for someone as famous as you.”

“Let’s fight together,” Nazadi said.

“No way,” Vinigomin complained. “If I join, Sophie will blame me.”

Sophie remained silent, but a flush of red rose on her delicate face—the sign of her rallying her qi and blood, pushing her strength to its peak.

“Tell me, Nazadi, is the Silver Helm’s leader an idiot? Cutting off this waterway does no good for you,” Vinigomin asked.

“I don’t mind telling you,” Nazadi replied. “Akibad.”

“Ah, Prince Akibad,” Vinigomin suddenly realized. “Though he’s been petrified by magic, his forces remain. By the way, you’re so generous to tell me—”

“I’m a swordsman. I hate all schemes and plots,” Nazadi said, pushing Sophie back with his sword. “Besides, you won’t get away.”

“Why... do we have to run?” Little Wolf Princess interjected.

“Because... reinforcements,” Vinigomin snapped his fingers. “I was just getting bored. Akana, come with me.”

Outside the fort, Vinigomin and Little Wolf Princess, gazing into the distance, saw a black cloud approaching.

It wasn’t a cloud, but a flock of griffins—black griffins clearly different from wild ones.

“Is this the biochemical quick-breed that Nua made? Looks like they’re only good as mounts...” Vinigomin sighed. “But at least they’re cheap. Well, I want to assemble a griffin squad too.”

In the blink of an eye, the griffins drew near, lowering altitude close to the ground. Then figures clad entirely in black armor leapt from their backs, rushing swiftly toward them.

These beings were not bulky, so their armor appeared light.

“Hahaha!” Vinigomin laughed wildly, activating his role construct.

Divine power surged... the dark fury of the Tyrant Bear infused his body, awakening the dark side of the werewolf Garen. Instantly, the beastly side flooded Vinigomin’s mind, turning his eyes blood-red.

“Kids, follow me...” Vinigomin’s voice was muffled in his throat as he crouched low, wagging his pure white wolf tail.

Beast unleashed!

Akana cheered and immediately followed Vinigomin, the two wolves charging through the crowd, stirring up sprays of blood.

Sophie took a deep breath. She could feel the fierce battle outside the cave—Vinigomin and Akana were fighting to secure her rear.

Now, everything depended on how Sophie would defeat Nazadi.

A formidable opponent. The title of master swordsman was not as easy to earn as that of sword master.

Out of about a thousand swordsmen, only a dozen or so might be experts; among a hundred experts, only three or four could be called sword masters.

But among all sword masters, only one or two could claim the title of master swordsman.

One of Nazadi’s greatest feats—the one that earned him his master swordsman status—was singlehandedly annihilating a thousand-strong elite regiment of the kingdom. Not just defeating them, but wiping them out completely.

Another astonishing achievement was Nazadi’s collaboration with three other strong warriors to slay a dragon.

“My sword was forged by the Dark Council of Diya. My swordsmanship is also from Diya,” Nazadi revealed without hesitation. “This is my reward for three years of service.”

“Swordsmanship of the Dark Council of Diya?” Sophie said calmly. “The Brutal Fang, or the Bloody Cross...”

“So you know about it too,” Nazadi smiled rarely, flashing his long sword in a swift cross.

The Bloody Cross!

Sophie shouted softly and pressed down on her greatsword. She fixed her gaze on Nazadi. Though her body trembled under the overwhelming pressure, there was little fear—only excitement.

The stronger the enemy, the greater the thrill.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The clash of weapons grew louder. Sophie retreated step by step, while Nazadi remained composed and relaxed.

The gap in strength was obvious.

Sophie gritted her teeth. Though retreating, she showed no sign of slackening or impatience. She maintained an ironclad defense, exploiting every advantage her competitive blade offered.

This was Sophie’s limit—her current peak.

Honey whispered a chant, the white glow in her eyes intensifying. Though she did not fight, Nazadi kept his attention on her.

The reason was clear. Both Nazadi and his sword, the Bloodstained Peak, were crafted by the Dark Council using dark sorcery and magic. A powerful light divine spell would likely reduce them to ashes instantly.

Honey, however, was evidently a genius favored by the gods.

Sophie stepped to the left, blocking Nazadi’s line of sight. She did not want this burly, fierce man to focus on Honey.

Sophie was no knight, but possessed a knight’s heart—she instinctively protected Honey, whom she saw as weaker.

Their swords clashed again, and Sophie was pushed back. She had retreated to stand just in front of Honey—less than five meters away.

No more room to retreat!

At this distance, for Nazadi, it was but a step and a strike away. Sophie would never risk seeing how much damage a single blow from Nazadi could do to Honey—no way!

Forty-sixth form: Stone Gate!

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