“You’re that jerk from eighty years ago?!”
“Jerk? Nah, nah, nah, I’m a Blood Clan True Ancestor. That attitude of yours—kinda sus, no?”
The girl clasped her hands behind her back, leaning in close to Aleila, her aura as fierce as it was eighty years ago.
Makes sense. In eighty years, Aleila went from level 600-something to 899. No way this chick’s been slacking—her power sure as hell hasn’t dropped.
Knowing her opponent wasn’t an Ultimate Being Blood Clan True Ancestor, Aleila wasn’t scared of losing. She sucked in a breath, morphing into a white-haired old lady, puffing out her chest to loom over the girl.
“You’re no True Ancestor. Dunno who you are, but I saw the real Blood Clan True Ancestor with my own eyes not long ago. She’s like you… uh, kinda, except for the chest…”
Aleila froze, her expression blank. Eighty years back, she didn’t catch the thief’s face, just clocked that proud chest. Now, staring at this girl’s face, it was eerily like Filo’s—seven or eight parts outta ten, for sure.
But beyond the face? Total opposites. Height, vibe, and that womanly feature—pretty much the reverse of Filo.
“Me, a fake? Maybe for now, yeah, but the True Ancestor title’s gonna be mine. I’m the one who deserves that Blood Clan True Ancestor spot!”
The girl’s fangs flashed, her aura swelling, faintly overpowering Aleila. Aleila’s legs wobbled, one arm raised, brows furrowed.
Patrol guards, sensing the wild aura, sprinted over, banging on the villa’s door. “Great Sage! What’s going on?!”
“Stay out!” Aleila yelled. Her sixth sense screamed trouble—she had to stop this chick fast.
Clapping her palms together, she gritted her teeth. “Earthbind Cage!”
A high-level restraint spell kicked in. Vines and stone spikes shot up from the floor, aiming to bind the girl’s body.
In a flash, the girl was wrapped in vines. And the binding spots… gotta say, Aleila’s a pro—super suggestive, highlighting all the curves perfectly.
But… would a mere restraint spell really hold her?
The girl smirked, and the vines exploded off her. Blood aura surged, black Blood Clan wings sprouting.
Battle mode!
Aleila gulped hard, one hand stretching out, fingers taut. Her massive magic staff materialized.
“Time to settle that eighty-year-old score!”
“Oh? You got the skills for that, human Great Sage~?”
They locked eyes—one side’s blood aura screaming power, the other’s potent magic locked inside, itching to burst like a ticking bomb.
A clash, ready to pop off!
Aleila’s eyes narrowed, striking first. With a flick of her staff, magic flooded the villa, yanking objects—furniture, decor—toward the girl. But the girl didn’t flinch. Her blood aura wasn’t just for show; items either got sliced by blood threads or blocked outright.
“That’s all you got? Blood Claws!” The girl raised her palms, thick blood aura turning them into sharp red claws.
Laughing, she charged Aleila. Aleila swung her staff to block, sparks flying as claws met staff in a high-speed clash. In under ten seconds, Aleila got blasted out the window, tumbling outside.
“Damn… Fly!”
Aleila recovered quick, adjusting mid-air with a flight spell. The girl, either lacking a flight skill or just not using one, flipped out the villa window, landing lightly on the roof.
This was the city’s edge, still urban. Filo’s dragon ride earlier had already freaked out the locals. If dragons and humans weren’t chill, and if it hadn’t been from the Great Sage’s place, it’d be mass panic.
But panic might still be coming.
Seeing the Great Sage blasted out, looking like a mess, the crowd froze. In their eyes, the Great Sage was supposed to be unbeatable.
“Everyone, get outta here! It’s dangerous!” Aleila shouted, but the crowd was too stunned to move.
She gritted her teeth, glaring at the girl. Suddenly, a blood mark sliced her cheek, drops trickling down.
The girl was walking on air—wait, not air. She’d woven super-fine, tough threads into a bridge. That’s what cut Aleila’s cheek.
Crazy strong!
Even if not a True Ancestor, she’s damn close, right?
In the city, with so many people watching, Aleila couldn’t use her most destructive spells. Plus, she’s a utility-focused level 899 powerhouse.
“As the Great Sage, I ain’t backing down!” Aleila raised her staff high. Golden magic circles lit up the sky, unleashing a rain of radiant light arrows at the girl.
A top-tier light-element group attack, the best mix of power, precision, and speed Aleila could muster in the moment.
She hoped to pin the girl down, then prep another spell, but…
The girl stomped, ignoring the arrows, and zoomed to Aleila’s face with insane speed.
“To protect those weaklings, you can’t go all out? Tough life. But your type? One of the kinds I hate most.”
The girl raised her giant blood claws, their heartbeats loud as hell. Aleila’s pupils dilated, conjuring a transparent shield around herself.
“With great power comes great responsibility. I don’t think I’m wrong.”
“That’s why I hate you sanctimonious types.” The girl swung her massive claws, stabbing at Aleila’s gut.
Crack!!!
Blood splattered on her face. She licked a drop off her cheek, then spat it out instantly.
“This blood tastes like crap!”