The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 93: Fierce Battle

“Don’t tell ... Rayne, you couldn’t get a girlfriend, so you settled for being gay instead?”

It was like thunder crashing down, splitting through an ancient tree.

Like an arrow loosed from the string, striking the bullseye.

In that mont, Muen clearly heard the sound of sothing shattering—like a heart cracking in two.

“You son of a—!”

Rayne’s eyes turned red again.

Bullshit! How dare you defile my pure love!

Watch tear you to pieces!

And just as rage surged through his brain, Muen’s long-prepared attack ca flying in.

[Shadow Step]!

Under cover of the dim lighting, Muen even concealed the only thing that could reflect cold light—his dagger—against the inside of his arm. Like a beast crouched in the shrubs waiting to strike, he made no sound before delivering the killing blow.

A frontal assault would never catch Rayne off guard—but rage, even montary, could destroy reason. So by the ti he snapped back to his senses, Muen had already crossed the not-so-far distance in silence, snapping his hidden dagger out like a claw and aiming it precisely at Rayne’s throat.

A real sense of impending death washed over him—Rayne’s pupils constricted.

But.

After their last fight, Rayne had replayed countless tis in his mind what it would be like to face an enemy like Muen again. So even though the dagger was re inches from his throat—it was still far from checkmate!

“RrrAAH!”

Rayne let out a roar.

A crackling noise rang from his powerful body like grinding bones.

His muscles bulged, his fra surged in size—and in less than a single breath, he visibly grew taller!

As a result, the dagger that should have pierced his throat instead stabbed into his chest. But the skin of his chest shimred with a tallic luster—even with battle aura wrapped around the blade, it only left a faint trace of blood!

Muen blinked, briefly thrown off.

What the hell?

The Hulk?

You one of the Avengers too?

“Muen Campbell!”

This little transformation didn’t make Rayne as powerful as the Hulk—but it still increased his strength by more than thirty percent.

But brute force alone wasn’t decisive when facing an agile assassin.

In such close quarters and a cramped space, Rayne knew his massive horse-slaying blade wouldn’t be of much use—so he abandoned it entirely and lunged barehanded at Muen.

Muen twisted away gracefully.

But the retreat path he’d calculated had suddenly changed—Rayne’s reach had extended, and Muen was still within his grasp.

Though he tried to dodge, Rayne managed to grab his arm!

Muen’s expression flickered.

Rayne, on the other hand, burst into joyous laughter.

“I’ve got you now, Muen Campbell!”

A glass-cannon assassin being grappled by a brute-force warrior—anyone could guess the outco with just their knees.

You dare mock ?

You dare stab in the heart?

Watch break your limbs one by one!

Rayne yanked Muen’s arm, jerking him forward with brute force.

He opened his arms wide, like he’d practiced alone in this room a thousand tis to welco a girlfriend that didn’t exist.

But to Muen, that embrace was anything but tender.

It was laced with hatred and rage—a hug that could reduce a man to pulp!

With Muen’s build, the mont he entered that embrace, over a hundred bones would be crushed instantly.

But just a mont before being pulled into Rayne’s arms, Muen’s shoulder popped with a sharp crack of bones grinding together.

Then, launching himself off the wall beside them, his body spun 180 degrees midair in a strange angle, dodging Rayne’s deadly bear-hug just in ti—then flipped another 90 degrees, bent his knees, and slamd them down hard onto Rayne’s shoulders.

Seeing this, Rayne’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

What is this, circus acrobatics?

But you still have one arm in my grip, damn it!

But he didn’t have ti to think further—because Muen had already raised the dagger in his other hand and was driving it straight toward Rayne’s vulnerable eye!

With his legs clamped around Rayne like a vice and no way to dodge, Rayne was forced to throw himself sideways. As he smashed through the wall of the dorm room, he flung Muen off and finally created so distance between them.

But even so, he couldn’t help but scream.

Because the sudden tilt of his body had shifted the blow—Muen’s dagger didn’t stab through his eye, but the blade still grazed his cheek and cleanly sliced off one of his ears!

Blood spurted out in a spray, staining the white wall crimson.

Clutching the wound, Rayne looked at the slowly rising Muen in horror.

“You... what the hell are you?”

“What am I? Now that’s a rude question.”

Muen rose to his feet, smiling calmly as he popped his dislocated arm back into its socket.

“Compared to soone like you, Rayne—tainted by a heretical god—I’m probably the more human one here.”

“Bullshit!”

Rayne roared—but in his current state, that roar only made his inner panic more obvious.

“Human? That move just now—you think a human could do that? Dislocating your own shoulder without flinching, then calmly popping it back into place? You really expect to believe that a pampered duke’s son could pull that off?”

“No choice, really.”

Muen rotated his recently dislocated arm a few tis. Confirming that it wasn’t affecting his movents, he nodded in satisfaction.

“If you had to fight for your life every day against soone ten tis stronger than you—soone who was also a close-combat expert—and got killed by him hundreds of tis, the first thing you’d learn would probably be how to break down and reassemble every joint in your body.”

“Because even if you didn’t learn it yourself—he’d make sure you did.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Rayne looked at him like he was insane.

“This is the Academy! Who’s out here killing you every day?!”

“Well, that involves a little secret of mine. Can’t share it with you, Rayne.”

Muen winked playfully, then added:

“Although—there is one thing I can complain to you about, Rayne.”

“Actually...”

Muen crouched, body tensing like a drawn bowstring.

“During our last fight...”

The corners of Muen’s mouth curled up in a smile—but hidden in that smile was a trace of ferocity even Muen himself didn’t realize.

“I didn’t get to enjoy myself.”

In that instant, a violent, bloodthirsty aura—like the scent of countless # Nоvеlight # deaths—erupted from the golden-haired young man who looked so clean and handso on the outside.

For a brief second, Rayne thought he saw a mountain of corpses piled at this boy’s feet.

Corpses—of himself.

“Let’s start round two, Rayne!”

Muen charged forward again.

Before their distance fully closed, Rayne hooked his horse-slaying blade from the floor with his foot, gripped it tightly, and swung it in a wide arc.

A wave of wind surged like a crashing tide.

Dense battle aura coiled around the blade, causing its strike to explode in size—the slash’s range spread wide enough to cover nearly the entire room.

You think I’ll go head-to-head with a lunatic like you again?

Go to hell!

But just before the blade reached Muen, Rayne saw Muen raise one hand—fingers curled like a beast’s claw.

Huh?

Weird?

Isn’t that technique specifically ant to interrupt martial arts skills?

But I’m not using a martial technique right now.

Why would he—

In the instant that question ford in his brain—

Rayne heard a thunderous crash, like roaring thunder.

Then ca the violent quake.

A shockwave exploded.

In that mont, it felt like he was being trampled by a herd of stampeding rhinos—Rayne’s organs, his body, even his brain scread in protest.

His vision blurred for just a second.

And then—

When it focused again—

All he saw was a dazzling flash of blade light bursting from the darkness.