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Chapter 220: Domineer

Chapter 220: Domineer

The gladiators backed away worriedly. Mercy stood gracefully in the middle of the battlefield, her large black and red scythe in hand.

With her crimson eyes raised to the sky, she mesmerized spectators with her powerful aura. Her hair had been cut short, back to its length from 2 years prior.

Her radiant body was now unblemished, marked by flame tattoos that flowed down to her hands glowing like fire.

She looked down, a contented smile on her lips, and exhaled slightly. Her heart was beating faster than ever, but it wasn’t a feeling she hated.

Almost blushing, she felt a rush of pleasure and excitement then observed the enormous scythe whose blade did not touch the ground. She caressed the metal with a melancholy look.

"... Sorry Peet, looks like I couldn’t make a spear...but that’s okay too, right? Because I’m me."

She raised the weapon effortlessly and twirled gracefully like a dance. It was as if she had made one with the scythe.

Iris, Morgiana, and Lilith watched completely speechless, no one in the arena could convey a word, and for the second time, Wrath was standing.

Mercy twirled her scythe one last time and fixed it in an offensive stance, the scythe extended to the side and the gladiators in front of her.

"I hope you had fun." Her voice sounded oddly cheerful. "Because now it’s my turn. I’ll pay you back a thousand times what you did to me."

A tremendous burst of aura emerged from her, sweeping the ground and forcing the gladiators back, but as soon as they blinked, the girl disappeared.

"Uh?!"

They flinched and began to look around, but Mercy was nowhere in sight.

However, while everyone looked everywhere, Wrath and Dora kept their eyes glued to the sky.

(What a strange feeling...)

A small speck in the sky descended like a hawk on its prey, but unlike its extraordinary speed, time was slow for her.

(I feel so light...I feel like I can do anything.)

An explosion occurred on the gladiators. They stepped back in shock and released their aura, but then they realized an alarming change: there were four of them.

"Ah? I just stepped on ya, yer too easy to break."

The cloud of smoke dissipating, Mercy emerged in a gruesome scene.

The crushed skull of a gladiator lay beneath her feet. She then shifted her attention to the remaining four, flashing them a smile.

"Come on, it’s funnier when ye attack me. Cm’here, ya want that body, right?"

The gladiators growled, and one of them moved forward, grabbed his weapon tightly, and rushed towards her.

"More like it."

Mercy swiftly crossed the battlefield in a mere blink of an eye, leaving the three warriors frozen as they watched their comrade disintegrate into dozens of pieces and his limbs fall to the ground. Mercy twirled her scythe again and stretched it to the side.

"By the way, the one with the dog helmet..."

She glanced at the man who was starting to back away.

"Don’t panic, I’ll save you for last."

The man froze in place, his helmet hiding the distress on his face. Mercy turned around and took another deep breath, her eyes closed.

(...Is this what it feels like to be the strongest...or is it just this warmth inside me?)

She trembled a little, the joy growing greatly within her to the point of making her fear a heart attack. But at that moment, alone in her world, nothing else mattered, or more precisely, only the things she wanted burned inside her.

Her eyes opened, piercing the retreating gladiators, but the girl’s gaze was not on them but on the corridor behind.

She let out a laugh and leaned forward, moving her scythe behind her, and then her feet left the ground.

"Watch out!!!" One of the gladiators shouted, not realizing that his body was being cut in two before he could finish his concise sentence.

Mercy walked behind the remaining gladiators, the crowd showering the field with screams. She was inaccessible, untouchable. She was graceful and she knew it. She was more than all powerful and as a result, a new feeling was growing within her.

She raises her scythe horizontally with a smug look.

"Should I give ya a free shot? It’s so easy it’s borin’."

Gladiators would normally jump at her, regardless of the difference in power, but this time something was different. Little by little, the mist disappeared from the area and, as the spectators, they became more and more lucid.

The bodies of their comrades, the girl who slaughtered them effortlessly. They realized how bad their situation was and that the girl was determined to send them to the ground.

For her part, Mercy’s action revolved around them, but her gaze and her attention were elsewhere.

"Next."

She stepped forward, prompting the gladiators behind her to move away. They landed further away, looking at their distressed bodies, but no injuries were seen. They looked at each other and then slowly at Mercy who was laughing.

"My, what a bunch of scareddy cats, where has yer courage gone?"

She spun her scythe in one hand and tossed it into the air, then spread her arms smugly.

"There, the spice is gone, come now yer cowar..."

The wolf-headed warrior’s sickle instantly hit her stomach. The audience let out a scream, while her three comrades stood in their seats. The man, a little trembling, took his second sickle and twirled it in his hand.

"No need to ask twice, you idiot."

He swung his sickle and struck her right arm, then took out his second sickle to slash her joints at high speed. His act accomplished, he turned towards his comrades with his fist in the air.

"I neutralized her, let’s punish her now!" But no one answered.

He stopped moving, in a field where time seemed to have stopped, and under his stunned gaze, his last two companions lay lifeless, the scythes planted on the ground and their bodies cut vertically in two.

"So even like that, have you still tried to do this?" Mercy’s voice brought him back to reality.

He turned slowly, realizing her voice was too far from the ground despite her cut knees. He met her gaze and, as he feared, Mercy was on her feet, her injuries nowhere visible.

"What’s so fun about that? Ya can’t fight if ya don’t abuse someone? Is it an illness? Or is it cuz I’m a girl? Are ya an animal?"

The heat increased further, Mercy’s body turning orange and the atmosphere red. She stepped forward and the gladiator backed away.

"I’ve seen a lot of idiots here, but yer the only one who really pissed me off... Ya don’t want to kill me? You want to do that shit?"

A wave of heat hit the man, sending him to the ground. He stood up abruptly, determined to run, but his body couldn’t listen.

"AAARGH!!!"

He fell back to the ground, unbearable pain sending an electric shock through his body, and when he looked behind him, he realized with horror that his left leg was burned.

"Wh...what-AARH!!! Back up! Back up!!!"

He shouted as Mercy stood on his left foot, the heat reaching new limits.

"How dare ya even ask for help? After what ya did yer begging me? Ya tried to play with me with yer pals and now yer begging? Ya really think that I will spare ya?!"

A new wave of heat swept through the arena, reaching the audience who let out horrified screams. Mercy, Iris, and Morgiana could stand the heat, but seeing clothes burning on the first seats, they understood that the situation was really bad.

Iris tried to call out to her friend, but the moment she opened her mouth, a violent wave of heat dried her throat and made her cough profusely.

The man on the ground let out piercing screams, his body literally burning in the heat. Mercy stepped on his leg which turned red then brown and slowly broke it, pushing his screams towards another roof.

"Ya want forgiveness? Ya want me to let you go after that? You wanted to have yer fun, to humiliate me, why not continue?"

The scorching heat was increased tenfold, this time the girl could clearly feel it and Iris motivated them to leave. The public went into a frenzy and tried to flee, causing an uproar, but on the ground, one person, unable to move, was being cooked alive.

His throat was dry and hot, his flesh burned, and his stomach boiled. His voice turned into a high-pitched song, his eyes were like eggs in boiling water, and soon something else touched his face.

"I’ll let ya go."

Mercy’s voice brought him out of his hell. He was already blind, but his ears still worked so he could hear her clearly.

"I’ll let you go if ya beg me. Beg me for yer life and apologize like the shit you are."

She stepped on her second leg which underwent the same treatment, causing another scream but this time the man had difficulty controlling his voice.

".... ohy... Ah ohhy... ghet me go! Phese.... PWEASE!!! Ah beh yeh!!!"

"Didn’t hear ya insult yerself."

He stretched his arm toward the origin of the voice.

"Ah a ehdiot.... Ah hohhy... beh yoh... phweeave..."

Then an object came into contact with him, too delicate to ignore. He stopped when Mercy put her glowing foot on his helmet.

"Remember how pathetic ya were before dyin’."

A burst of heat crossed the arena, and the man’s screams reached the sky.