Acheron and the Frost Sword Fairy, two equally stunning women, stood side by side, separated by only a few meters.
Their eyes were like torches as they stared at each other.
The Frost Sword Fairy's ice-blue pupils were like frozen pools, reflecting that devastatingly beautiful purple silhouette.
But at this moment, as she gazed at the figure in the red dress—her expression remained as calm as ever, and she was completely spotless.
Her opinion of Acheron was now completely different from before.
Acheron quietly narrowed her eyes, observing the subtle changes in the other's expression.
Noticing the woman's eyes squint slightly and her face darken like twilight, she asked softly.
"Do you still want to fight?"
...
The Fairy in Blue did not respond immediately.
Her gaze swept up and down the other woman again, intentionally or otherwise, as if trying to peel away every inch of disguise to see through the person before her.
Finally, her gaze fell directly upon the long purple blade in Acheron's hand, which had remained sheathed the entire time.
The Frost Sword Fairy appeared composed, showing no ripples in her demeanor, yet her heart was already as heavy as lead.
After their exchange, not only had she failed to gauge the other's depth, but she had instead fallen into deeper confusion, rife with questions and thick mist... especially that long blade that had never left its scabbard, which lay across her heart like an impenetrable fog.
She wasn't sure if she was being underestimated or if there was some hidden reason.
Yet during every clash, her spiritual probes were blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to touch anything at all.
This unknown threat caused an involuntary wave of unease in the Frost Sword Fairy's heart...
Thinking of this, her eyes flickered with a faint light, and a slight smile curled on her lips.
"Of course, dear one. Although I don't know how you broke my sword formation, this level is nothing more than a warm-up for your big sister!"
As the woman spoke, she reached out her fair hand, and the precious sword whistled back from the void.
Her aura suddenly became sharp, as if winter had abruptly arrived.
Her previously down-to-earth, frivolous demeanor vanished like fireworks.
In an instant, she transformed into a sharp, cold sword-path fairy.
Even before the sword light appeared, the air froze, and her icy sword intent swept across the field.
Then, the Frost Sword Fairy slowly raised her blade, her movements carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty as the tip pointed directly at Acheron.
With a chilling battle intent, she said,
"So, dear one... isn't it time you drew that blade as well?"
...
At this moment, the Blue-Clothed Woman's sword tip trembled slightly, pointing straight at her opponent, the air thick with the tension of imminent conflict.
Acheron looked at the sharp sword with a calm gaze, then suddenly met the other's eyes in silence.
Seeing this, the latter's ice-blue pupils trembled imperceptibly.
Immediately after, Acheron discovered that the spiritual qi in the space was also quietly surging under the other's influence.
In terms of total power... it likely wouldn't be weaker than that so-called sword formation from before.
Acheron: (๑•. •๑)
Acheron remained silent for a long time, but she still slowly placed her right hand below the sword guard.
Clang—
A crisp sound...
The Frost Sword Fairy also gripped her longsword tightly, assuming a combat stance...
Just as the situation reached a breaking point, Acheron suddenly spoke softly.
"Stop, your time has not yet come."
After that, Acheron let go with her right hand without hesitation, completely withdrawing her battle intent.
"Huh? Wait, what?!!"
The change was so sudden that the fairy couldn't react at all.
She never expected that at a time like this, Acheron would still make a move that caught her off guard.
Furthermore, she was surprised to find that Acheron had truly and completely lowered her guard, stopping entirely.
Frost Sword Fairy Σ(ﾟ∀ﾟﾉ)ﾉ: Wait? Why did she just suddenly deflate? And... are you really not afraid that I'll fight dirty?
Despite these thoughts, the Blue-Clothed Woman still lowered her weapon.
Her aura receded like a tide, and the spiritual qi in the space returned to tranquility.
Soon, the Blue-Clothed Woman couldn't help but tease with a light laugh.
"What, have you finally recognized reality? Or, dear one, could it be that you've gone soft on your big sister? And since you want to chat with me like this, your little sister won't be angry, will she? After all, I almost killed her just now~"
Facing the teasing from this seemingly flighty fairy.
Acheron felt no negative emotions; she simply lowered her gaze and shook her head gently.
"I have seen many seemingly clever disguises that can hide the exterior but cannot conceal the heart. You are no exception."
Upon hearing this, the latter's smiling body gave an involuntary shudder, and the grin on her pretty face froze.
Acheron continued.
"That girl—you didn't intend to kill her. On the contrary, during your clash with her, you seemed to have subtly helped Mo Xi. You stabilized her recently broken-through... spiritual power or cultivation."
After speaking, Acheron suddenly raised her head, her calm purple eyes staring straight at the other woman.
"You only attacked to draw me out...Why?"
...
As Acheron spoke.
The teasing smile on the Frost Sword Fairy's face gradually vanished, replaced by a silent stillness.
And her current silence was almost equivalent to an admission.
However, she didn't seem to intend to answer Acheron's question.
Seeing this, Acheron wasn't surprised.
If this person were truly willing to be honest, she wouldn't have needed to play the villain.
Or rather...
"Is it because of the threat of 'it'?"
"You?!! How... how do you know about 'it'? Could it be that you..."
Hearing Acheron's ambiguous answer, the Blue-Clothed Woman nearly lost her composure on the spot.
She even stared at the purple figure before her with a gaze filled with alarm.
But she quickly regained her calm.
And this scene was clearly observed by Acheron.
"My apologies, I was out of line. What I just said was merely some groundless speculation on my part; please don't mind it."
Acheron's tone was very sincere and composed.
The Blue-Clothed Woman, however, could not remain calm, squeezing out an answer from her throat.
"Is that so..."
Soon, she stared at Acheron with a sharp gaze.
"So now it's my turn to ask: who exactly are you?"
(Author's Note: Hehe....By the way, to avoid getting scolded, I'll explain one thing in advance. I haven't nerfed Acheron's combat power here; rather, she was showing mercy.)