Otaku Witch Chapter 1005: 607. Light of Justice

Chapter 1005: 607. Light of Justice

“Damn, can this really be the commotion caused by just 50,000 Mana of Magic Power?”

“Hiss, who on earth is that foreigner, why are they so frightening?”

“As expected of a guest of Lord Yae, they’re all big shots.”

“Sugoi, unbelievable… sugoi…”

“Hiss, Lord Ibuki’s strength has increased again over the years, this is…”

“With such strength, can we really handle it?”

……

The two Sword Gods on stage were still locked in a struggle, their Sword Intents clashing, Sword Qi flowing wildly, but below the stage, the crowd who had initially co for the Oiran Banquet began to whisper amongst themselves after the shock.

The reason they dared to attend this welcoming banquet of the Oiran was not just out of greed for the wealth and information from Flower Street or infatuation with beautiful won, but more for the confidence in the power behind them.

They all knew Miss Ibuki was a wild horse, extrely difficult to ta, and any mistake could lead to backlash. Yet, everyone was a dignified individual, bursting with self-confidence, thinking others might fail, but surely, I wouldn’t.

However, now, watching below as the Oiran swung the Wolf Fang Club with a wild grin, face twisted in madness, as terrifying as a Ghost King, many present were already having second thoughts.

Such strength, coupled with the history of violent rampages, makes the wild horse really hard to ta. If it fails, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even though everyone spent a lot of money on the tickets to attend this banquet, they’ve already obtained several Demon Sword Princess figurines, so the return on investnt is about right. Withdrawing now doesn’t feel too much of a loss.

…..

Although the exchanges among the guests below were in low voices, so even communicated via sound transmission, they were still heard a little by Ibuki Yuuki in the arena. Instantly, the Fiendish Courtesan was sowhat depressed, with more feelings of regret.

“I overplayed it, scared off the snake.”

She realized her mistake, thinking so to herself.

She was also sowhat speechless at her Ghost Clan nature. To conceal her claws and appear weak to enemies, she had been an Oiran in this Flower Street for so long, so long that others almost forgot her true strength and thought she had already succumbed.

However, though this battle hadn’t completely exposed her, it had already raised the prey’s alertness, making further attempts more challenging.

Thinking of this, amidst her regret, Ibuki Yuuki felt a bit of anger, frustrated at her impatience, annoyed at the opponent across who, playing dumb, had ruined her plans.

She originally thought this would be an easy scolding of an unruly child, but who could have expected that she would be forced to show her true skills helplessly in the end. What’s going on?

“Who the hell are you?”

As she held against the sword blade still pressing towards her, she questioned her opponent with confusion.

She pondered whether there was a leak on her side that caused the plan to be prematurely exposed, leading soone to specifically deal with her.

After all, Sword Gods are not common cabbages; there are only a few in the whole of Japan, and the one before her clearly wasn’t among the established Sword Gods, very likely an outsider.

Indeed, could it be that the outside Council of Sages or Judgnt Court, or even The Third King, had already noticed the situation on Japan?

Such speculation diluted the original anger and regret in Ibuki Hoshikuma’s heart, for attracting external attention was the result she always desired.

However, while the Fiendish Courtesan was anxious, her opponent, the Hobody Witch, was now frowning, slightly disappointed.

“Co on, I thought you were more powerful, but you’re just at this level.”

Dorothy sighed and said with a bit of disinterest.

Ibuki Yuuki: “…”

Hardened, hardened, both the club and the fists were hardened.

What is up with this person? Deliberately picking a fight, right?

“Aren’t you also just like this? You haven’t easily taken down soone of my level.”

She couldn’t help but retort sarcastically.

“No, auntie, you misunderstood. I have no issue with your strength, just a bit disappointed in your realm. Your purity as a Sword God is honestly far from enough.”

Regarding the Fiendish Courtesan’s sarcasm, Dorothy remained calm. She thought for a mont, eased her strength away, no longer vying with her opponent. After the Demon Blade and the club parted ways, each backing away to a distance, the Hobody Witch finally spoke to explain.

“Auntie, your swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the level of a Sword God, but it’s just an empty shell without a soul. Your Kenshin is way too chaotic.”

She shook her head, offering a regretful critique.

“From your sword, I felt endless rage, but this rage is not pure, without a target, just futilely yearning for destruction. Moreover, in that fire of rage, I could even sll the scent of fear. You’re afraid in your heart, not just of others, but sowhat fearful of yourself too. What sort of reasoning is that?”

“That searing rage will eventually destroy you and everything around you. Is that the result you desire? If so, why are you still fearful, holding so lingering attachnts, harboring discontent?”

“In short, in my view, you’re mad but not mad enough, wild but not wildly insane. You think you are an Avenger, but all I can sense from you is the self-destruction of a weakling.”