Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 541 - 382 - Enchanting Witch (1)

Chapter 541: 382 Chapter Enchanting Witch (1)

Shaye’s gaze turned to the battlefield.

There were only three people on the battlefield, plus... a tree? What a weird combination this was.

One of the women had impressive strength, likely a Martial God over level 90, and she wasn’t playing tricks with her own abilities.

One of the men was Mr. Brave, Qin Chu.

The strange little tree next to them provided a rather good support effect; under the moonlight, the tender leaves emitted a hazy glow, and within the range of the green light, both Qin Chu and the woman had their speed, strength, defense, and physical strength greatly increased.

Another woman, also the most powerful of them all, had launched the light attack that struck her just moments ago.

Shaye Nicholas was astoundingly perceptive, barely glancing at the battlefield before deducing its direction—in no more than half an hour, this most powerful woman would completely lose.

Her strength was formidable, and the energy rolling off her was incredibly weird, the likes of which Shaye had never seen before, but this energy was not long-lasting.

It seemed her strength had been artificially inflated to this level by some weird means, and these powers weren’t her own; she must have also suffered serious injuries before, causing her strength to rapidly decline. In stark contrast, Qin Chu’s strength was slowly improving, not quickly, but growing every minute and second.

With the decrease on one side and increase on the other, unless the woman had other heaven-defying methods, she no longer had a chance to turn the tables.

Because of Shaye’s appearance, there was a brief pause on the battlefield.

With her hands tightly gripping the battle axe, Rose Vesper’s eyes were filled with deep resentment.

The cursed Augustus had plucked out one of her eyes, causing her energy to drain continuously, which frightened Rose Vesper immensely. She wanted to kill Qin Chu before her strength was exhausted, but this man wasn’t like Augustus.

Augustus knew he didn’t have long, so he went in for a hard clash from the get-go.

But Qin Chu knew she couldn’t last long and kept kiting her around.

Two people and a tree had already made it difficult for Rose Vesper to cope, and now, to her surprise, another woman had appeared.

Rose Vesper’s crimson pupils looked in the direction of the woman, and the moment she saw that face, Rose Vesper’s breath hitched.

So beautiful.

Was she... even more beautiful than herself???

Extremely confident in her own looks, Rose Vesper didn’t believe anyone in the world could be more beautiful or perfect than she was.

But the instant Rose Vesper saw Shaye Nicholas, she knew she had lost.

Even if her eye hadn’t been taken by Augustus, standing next to this woman, she wasn’t even on the same level, for this woman was so beautiful she didn’t seem like a creature that belonged to this world.

Goddess!

These two words seemed to suit this woman better.

In an instant, Rose Vesper’s heart was overtaken by a strong impulse to destroy that face, to ruin that body.

She was supposed to be the most perfect being in the world, she would not allow any woman to be more charming than herself.

It was then, Qin Chu’s slightly surprised voice came from the side:

"Shaye? What are you doing here?"

Qin Chu’s expression was very peculiar; he hadn’t expected to encounter another Shaye Nicholas here, unlike Rose Vesper and Augustus who were temporarily and forcefully raised to this level, Shaye Nicholas was a genuine Demigod.

Shaye Nicholas’s body floated down from mid-air with grace, her black, sexy high-heeled boots stepping onto the desert-like ground as if she felt none of the weirdness, the oppression, or even the terror of the atmosphere, walking towards Qin Chu.

Her slender hand lifted the skirt slightly, and she bowed a bit, "Mr. Brave, we meet again."

The manners of a lady—if one didn’t know Shaye’s identity, they might think she was an elegant nobility, or even a distinguished princess.

Their stances were different; for now, Shaye could be considered as serving the demons and should be in a hostile relationship with Qin Chu, but she didn’t feel much animosity towards him.

Far from hating him, when she met Qin Chu, she actually felt rather pleased.

This man possessed a curious charm, which made Shaye Nicholas feel oddly familiar, very natural, very intimate; compared to that rascal who resorted to underhanded tactics, the hero was simply wonderful.

Jealousy twisted Rose Vesper’s features into something hideous.

Shaye, was it? Was that the woman’s name?

Why did such a perfect woman have to exist in this world?

And she was Qin Chu’s companion, too? Was she also here to fight against her?

Rose Vesper’s mind was starting to get disordered, she wasn’t even carefully sensing the strength gap between them. To her, it seemed like Shaye was a less agile magician... Compared to Qin Chu, this lightning-fast man, she seemed easier to deal with.

Kill her, kill her, kill her...

In her mind, a crimson killing intent was churning uncontrollably, pushing her rationality further down.

In her pupils, the red light grew brighter and brighter until, after a few seconds, Rose Vesper could no longer bear it and let out a piercing scream, swinging her mightiest axe blow in an almost irrational state.

Whoosh...

The crimson light cleaved the world above Shaye’s head in two.

The dazzling red glow hurt Qin Chu’s eyes.

Although he knew that this Shaye was not the one coiled within his own body, Qin Chu couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he blurted out subconsciously, "Be careful..."

At this very moment, Shaye Nicholas was pondering; she had thought that Rose Vesper was the one playing tricks on her, but now she had some doubts, considering that this woman seemed to lack the strength to play her.

Lost in thought, Shaye was somewhat bewildered when she was startled awake by Qin Chu’s voice.

Without thinking much, not even looking up, as if purely instinctual, her snow-white right hand shot up swiftly, and her slender fingers reached for the space above her head.

Even though Rose Vesper’s rationality was almost completely shattered by now, the sight still shocked her—did this woman actually intend to catch her Battle Axe with her hand?

Had she gone mad?

Rose Vesper felt the anger of being mocked and looked down upon, and her throat continuously emitted beast-like low growls as her hands, gripping the axe handle, put forth even more strength.

Whoom...

Above Shaye Nicholas’s head, the air was violently distorting.

Just as the huge Battle Axe was about to split Shaye’s head in two, the slender hand finally reached out.

The thumb and index finger opened slightly.

By a hair’s breadth, they pinched the sharp blade of the Red Battle Axe.

No one would doubt that this pale, small hand, along with the neck beneath and the entire graceful body, would be crushed into fragments in an instant.

That seemed to be the most normal outcome.

But in this instant, the most very abnormal scene occurred.

Whoom...

The Battle Axe came to an abrupt halt mid-air.

The energy contained within the Red Battle Axe, like a tsunami, swept outwards, cleansing the surroundings and blowing through Shaye’s long hair; her silver hair floated about, coupled with the slight smile on her beautiful face, she looked bewitching.

Yet that smile made Rose Vesper’s scalp tingle.

Despite her consciousness being almost completely filled with brutal murderous intent and her rationality being suppressed, Rose Vesper jolted awake at that moment.

Her pale face was covered with an inconceivable fear.

This... this... how is this possible?

Just those two fingers actually pinched her Battle Axe that was filled with strength, capable of cleaving mountains in half, of splitting the earth into a gorge, pinched... pinched... pinched it?

A dense layer of goosebumps instantly emerged on her skin; the intense fear made Rose Vesper’s hair stand on end. Was this still a human?

At that moment, Shaye smiled at Rose Vesper, "Daring to attack me? I admire your courage."

"However, you might have picked the wrong person."

The next instant, those two fingers seemed to raise marginally more effort.

Right after, a sound of cracking was heard as a dense web of cracks rapidly spread across the Red Battle Axe at the spot where Shaye Nicholas’s fingers pinched it.

In just the blink of an eye, the entire Battle Axe resembled a spiderweb.

Then, with a snap, the whole Battle Axe shattered into pieces.

Without any power to resist, Rose Vesper was blasted away, tumbling through the air before crashing heavily to the ground and rolling for several tens of meters.

With who knows how many bones shattered, Rose Vesper groaned in agony.

In that instant, Rose Vesper truly understood the staggering disparity in strength between them; a foe that she, even with Augustus, would definitely be unable to match.

How could such a powerful existence be in this world?

Struggling to rise from the ground, Rose Vesper did not pause for even a moment, all her pride, all her dignity gone without a trace. At this moment, all she wanted was to be as far from this woman named Shaye as possible—the farther, the better.

Watching the scene unfold, Shaye’s lips curled into a slight arc, her hand waving lightly in mid-air, as if she were weaving something. Her slender fingers danced nimbly, "Subdue."

Whoom!

Rose Vesper, attempting a hasty getaway from the area, suddenly felt an invisible, mountainous pressure appear out of nowhere, weighing upon her body and even her soul.

She lost control of her body and plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily into the ground, causing the earth around to crack.

Her limbs seemed to be suppressed by some mysterious energy, utterly unable to move.

In front of Shaye, she had no power to resist.

"Dark Coffin!"

The cool voice once again rose from Shaye’s lips.

The next instant, above Rose Vesper’s head, around her body, even beneath her, the dense blackness surged like storm clouds, as if a giant coffin was attempting to completely bury her.

Rose Vesper widened one eye, struggling desperately, filled with unwillingness, unwillingness, she was utterly unwilling...