The surging wave of blood hung suspended in mid-air, and even the ice shards flying through the air were frozen still.
Esdeath spun around abruptly. When she saw the scene behind her, her breath hitched—Unohana Retsu's blade, emanating a thick scent of blood, was only a hair's breadth away from her neck.
Had it been even a fraction of a second later, her beautiful head would likely have gone flying into the air.
Gritting her teeth, she raised her Rapier and unleashed a dazzling array of cold sword light against the beautiful demon frozen in the rift of time before she quickly withdrew her sword and retreated to a safe distance.
The frozen time passed in an instant.
The next second, when time began to flow again—
"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"
Countless shrill lights of blood burst forth from Unohana Retsu's body...
Before the smile at the corner of her mouth could even change, the black Shihakusho she wore was torn apart inch by inch.
The tattered fabric peeled away with a tragic beauty, like falling ink butterflies.
Large patches of skin, as white and delicate as mutton-fat jade, were exposed to the cold air.
Sword scars, deep enough to see the bone, crisscrossed her body, nearly slicing that mature and voluptuous figure into dozens of pieces.
Crimson blood wound its way down her skin.
It looked as though that charming and mature body was about to fall apart and turn into a heap of flesh.
"Sizzle—!"
Suddenly, a cloud of steam rose from her body.
A spine-chilling scene occurred—the steam acted like a translucent veil, barely concealing the woman's unspeakable spring scenery, while those fatal gashes were actually knitting together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, her exquisite figure was restored to its original state. Her skin remained dazzlingly white, and even the shredded fabric was reconstructed by Reishi into perfect clothing, fitting snugly back onto her body.
From beginning to end, the terrifying smile on Unohana Retsu's face never vanished, her composure making one's scalp tingle.
A violent tremor erupted in Esdeath's eyes.
In her entire life on the battlefield, she had never encountered such a troublesome opponent...
A monster that simply could not be killed, and even viewed death as a pleasurable enjoyment.
Both were ice users.
At this moment, Esdeath finally personally experienced the sense of despair Loki felt when facing Unohana Retsu.
No wonder Unohana Retsu was good at making people go berserk...
Even a cornered rabbit would bite; facing such despair would indeed push a person to burst with potential.
However, unexpectedly, Unohana Retsu did not press her advantage.
With a light flick of her wrist and a "clack," she slowly pushed the bloody scimitar back into its sheath.
In an instant, the sea of blood from Minazuki dissipated.
Even though her hair was still disheveled like a demon's, the thick killing intent surrounding her receded like the tide.
Her aura shifted, and she returned to the gentle and dignified elder sister she usually was.
She raised her hands with a smile, clapped twice, and praised softly:
"Esdeath, the duration of your space-time freeze seems a bit longer than before. If you continue to practice... perhaps you'll have great potential~"
The amount of information behind this sentence was by no means small.
The look in Esdeath's eyes as she watched the woman before her changed repeatedly.
From initial shock to unbelievable astonishment, it finally turned into admiration.
Facing such a powerful enemy who was an equal or even slightly superior to her, Esdeath didn't fear but smiled instead:
"You truly are a powerhouse who makes one's blood boil."
Unohana Retsu nodded slightly and returned the smile with perfect etiquette: "You also live up to your reputation as a renowned Imperial General; your strength is not to be underestimated. I am very pleased with today's spar, and I hope you have gained something from it as well."
Esdeath also neatly sheathed her sword and nodded heavily:
"Of course, it is my honor to fight an opponent as powerful as you."
It was true—for these two women with battle-crazed genes etched into their bones, slashing each other with real blades was actually the best way to break the ice.
On the contrary, Su Modie had underestimated them; they actually didn't get carried away and showed restraint. Compared to the tense atmosphere when they first met, this harmonious scene of mutual respect was practically full of martial virtue.
"I didn't expect what My Lord Mo Die said to be true; they really needed to slash each other once to settle down... what a pair of weirdos."
A faint murmur suddenly rang out by Isane's feet, making the 187cm lieutenant shudder all over.
Isane looked around in a panic but didn't see a single soul.
What was going on? Weren't there only three people in this Mirror Dimension?
Was it haunted?
It wasn't until her peripheral vision caught her feet that she discovered with a shock—a head with pink twin-tails was eerily poking halfway out of the ice, its chin resting steadily on the floor, looking exactly like a Potato Mine buried in the ground.
Whose little Potato Mine is this?
Isane was so frightened she nearly fainted, repeatedly patting her exaggerated chest, her voice carrying a clear tremor: "Pe-Perona My Lord... when did you get here?"
"Horo-horo-horo~" Perona looked up at the frightened Isane and chuckled: "My Lord Mo Die said she really couldn't feel at ease leaving you alone with two lunatics, so she had me sneak over to check on you."
Hearing this, Isane, who was still shaken, was stunned for a moment, and a warm current of being overwhelmed by favor welled up in her heart.
As expected, the Master is truly very gentle...
Not long after, Lux waved her arm and dispelled the spell.
The Mirror Dimension shattered and dissipated like glass, bringing the three people and one ghost back to reality.
Esdeath and Unohana Retsu had indeed enjoyed their fight. The two didn't even bother to clean the blood off themselves, walking out side-by-side while chatting and laughing, enthusiastically exchanging insights on the moves they used during the spar.
They were satisfied... but what about Su Modie?
Su Modie, slumped on the sofa, had been grimacing in pain a few minutes ago.
As everyone knows, the senses of different incarnations are transmitted to each other.
This includes not only charming pleasures but also the pain of battle.
Although this shared sensation isn't as direct or vivid as a personal experience, those two battle-maniacs in the alternate dimension had sliced each other into pieces at every turn, and the resulting pain still made Su Modie, the main body, feel extremely uncomfortable all over.
Yet those two were both the type to lick blood off a blade and care nothing for pain.
This bitter fruit could only be silently swallowed by the delicate and sensitive Su Modie alone.
She was quite speechless about this.
However, seeing those two Villainesses go from their initial hostility to their current harmonious exchange.
Su Modie felt that enduring this pain was well worth it.
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