A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 126 Conqueror and Dominator - IV

By the time Seraphina realized, a searing pain had already erupted from her back.

The injured wolf gritted her teeth in secret, her foot landing on the burly man's chest, narrowly avoiding his sweeping blow. She twisted her waist for a backspin kick, her long leg whipping towards the rear like a lash.

However, the solid sensation from her leg caused Seraphina's pupils to constrict sharply.

The male revolutionary, who had disappeared, had appeared in front of her, holding a dagger with an icy expression.

So, who was behind her now -

By the time Seraphina reacted, her body had already been lifted high and slammed onto the ground!

The muscular man did not let up, continuing to grip Seraphina's ankle, repeatedly slamming the seemingly delicate girl onto the ground. However, on his third attempt to lift Seraphina, his entire wrist was twisted into a nearly ninety-degree angle.

Seraphina, who had broken the man's wrist with her heel, spat out a mouthful of blood. Her hair was disheveled, her face covered in dust and blood, looking utterly disheveled. But those strikingly bright crimson eyes, like the eyes of a wolf shimmering in the dark night, were filled with hunger and... fervor!

Seraphina had had enough of opponents who were no better than rotten fish, trash that offered no experience or nourishment even in victory. Her heart throbbed with the desire for a real fight, a battle... that could clear her path!

She wanted to clear all obstacles for Ansel, to defeat all enemies for Ansel, to... trample on fate with Ansel!

How could she fail to achieve even the throne at this time!

The burly man remained silent, his fist thundering towards Seraphina's waist. The girl twisted her body to dodge. Judging from the trajectory of the movement, she could easily avoid this heavy punch, but the burly man's figure suddenly disappeared again! "Bang!"

The dull sound echoed in the room. The man, who had suddenly appeared next to Seraphina in a punching stance, had his pupils slightly constricted.

Was it... blocked?

Seraphina, who had blocked this attack with one arm, raised the corner of her mouth, her smile wildly arrogant: "Did you think this trick... could fool me twice!"

Without a doubt, the opponent had some kind of spatial magic, able to freely switch the positions of this burly man and the dagger-wielding man. Seraphina had also seen

so-called short-distance spatial jumps, but she had never encountered anyone using this technique in actual combat.

Clearly, these two, and even the gradually recovering female sorcerer, should be quite familiar with this battle method. Even when switching spaces, they would not experience a sudden loss of force. Facing such dangerous and unobservable attacks, not to mention second-stage, even experienced third-stage would fall on the spot if they were not careful.

But Seraphina was different. Since she couldn't observe, since thinking was useless, then...

Bang!

Seraphina's high kick landed on the burly man's incoming punch. At the moment when his figure changed again, she almost prophetically blocked another attack, while also avoiding the several steel needles shot by the female sorcerer.

All her movements were as smooth as flowing water. Her body should have been increasingly weak and exhausted from the continuous high-intensity bombardment, in unbearable pain, but Seraphina, who had not felt this for a long time, was supported by an unknown source of immense strength, which kept her swinging her fists and feet. The endless flow turned her body into the deadliest weapon, and she was even showing signs of suppressing her opponents in this one-on-three situation!

She had no time or leisure to think, but... did she really need such a thing?

To see through the opponent's movements, to analyze the opponent's actions, to use thinking to analyze the situation, to use skills to control the opponent, and then to win. But Seraphina, is this the victory you want?

Do you need such a victory?

As she indulged in violence, this question surfaced in her mind.

She asked herself whether she needed such a meaningless victory, or rather... why she was pursuing victory in the first place.

Of course, it was for... power.

The awakened beast in her soul excitedly shouted this -

For that strength that can overcome everything!

Wasn't her confidence, her arrogance, her savagery all born out of this desire?

She despised the nobles who held vast resources but only oppressed the common people, and wanted to make them roll down from their high positions; she despised the so-called "chosen ones" who thought they were superior but were actually worthless, and beat them all to the ground.

She despised the damn fate that dominated her life from above her head, and wanted to seek power with the most intense desire, to trample it underfoot with Ansel!

Yes, Seraphina Marlowe did not need to use so-called thinking to win. She did not need any impure things to influence her will.

Can't break through the barrier set by Ansel? That's because my punch is not heavy enough! Can't dodge Ansel's attack? That's because my body is not fast enough! Thinking? Observing? Analyzing? No need, I don't need these external aids at all!

I am... the most powerful weapon!

"So that's how it is, it's so simple...

The wolf laughed wildly: "It's so simple!"

At this moment, Seraphina understood Ansel's words.

Let the soul and body ascend together. In this process, use the soul as the base point to transform the body, which is the container, from the inside out, into a vessel that can better accommodate the ascended soul, and then merge the two into one.

Isn't this... the process of recognizing oneself!

The rise of the soul is the path to seeing one's true nature.

"Self..."

Seraphina exhaled a fiery breath from her throat, her pupils twisting in almost uncontrollable excitement, as if they were about to transform into beast-like pupils!

"My self, my future-"

Domination! Power! Supreme! The only one!

In countless scenes, Seraphina seemed to see that self, the one who had already stood at the pinnacle, defeated all enemies, held pure power, and cast a glance at her through

layers of time and space to become reality.

That was a... divine inspiration.

Seraphina ignored the source of this inspiration in her excitement. The beast was

roaring and almost merging into her body, but Seraphina did not accept it immediately.

She, who had already found the path, had no more doubts.

She wanted to become the one and only... the strongest ruler!

Why was she so excited and restless when she followed Ansel onto the podium? Because this is the scene she desires, the power that subdues everything!

In this way, she can sweep away everything she despises and put all the wrong things on

the right track.

As for right and wrong? The future her might still need to consider right and wrong, but the current her, the one standing side by side with Ansel, does she still need to consider

these things?

Yes, as long as she has this awareness, the throne that truly achieves extraordinary beings, for her, is already within reach!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even if the thoughts in her heart were urging her to ascend the throne, Seraphina forcibly suppressed them. She wanted Ansel to witness this moment, to hold her proudly and put that ring on her finger.

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