The battlefield stank of ozone and unwashed divinity as the Love Goddess descended, her aura oozing saccharine devotion and aggressively pink energy.
The Death Queen smirked, twirling a dagger between her fingers. "Darling, I'll wager my best poison you can't kill her with bad poetry."
Luo Feng blinked. "That's not even a weapo—"
"Ten seconds," she purred. "Or I tell Li Qing about the time you sighed her name in your sleep."
[MISSION ACCEPTED]
THE POETIC OFFENSIVE
Luo Feng cleared his throat and unleashed:
"Roses are red,
Violets are cursed,
Your ballads of love
Make me want to die first."
The Love Goddess gasped, her aura flickering. "That's—that's not even iambic pentameter!"
Round Two:
"Your 'eternal romance' is a tax on the heart,
A scam, just like your 'till death do us part.'
If love is a battlefield, you're the one
Who brought a harp to a knife fight and lost."
The battlefield fell silent.
A single rose petal wilted midair.
The Love Goddess clutched her chest. "You—you monster—"
Her divine essence sputtered, her form crumbling like a bad sonnet.
"NOBODY MOCKS MY COUPLETS—"
Then she poofed into a cloud of glitter and existential despair.
THE AFTERMATH
The Death Queen applauded. "Bravo! I didn't know you had that in you."
Li Qing, who had been silently judging from the sidelines: "That was your best attempt at poetry?"
Luo Feng shrugged. "Worked, didn't it?"
[REWARD CLAIMED]
Death Queen's Best Poison ("For special occasions, darling.")
Love Goddess's Last Tear (Now a cringe-powered grenade)
Eternal Shame (From Li Qing's disappointed frost aura)
Somewhere, a bard's ghost wept.
END OF CHAPTER 71