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Chapter One Hundred Sixty: The Showcase
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed, inching closer to June.
The Drum Kingdom on Winter Island remained bitterly cold, with snowflakes drifting through the air. The snowflakes were delicate, and the wind was gentle as they slowly descended.
In the open area of Port Village, a large crowd had gathered, consisting of villagers and Bola's guards.
They all focused on the center of the arena, where the fate of the entire nation was about to be decided.
The battle between the Queen of Volcano Kingdom and Dalton, the former Captain of the Royal Guard of Drum Kingdom, was the final confrontation that would determine the country's allegiance.
Although most people had grown less hostile towards Volcano Kingdom during this nearly month-long interaction, their concerns lingered.
Bola had brought doctors to treat the sick. Initially, medical care was free, but as supplies dwindled, under Dalton's suggestion, consultations remained free while medications and treatment tools required payment. Compared to Dr. Kureha's exorbitant fees, this was significantly more affordable.
Moreover, Bola's governance philosophy had been spread by Dalton. Her honesty and compassion won her many supporters.
However, there were fears of a king like Wapol emerging again. Drum Kingdom was supposed to be a nation governed by popular elections; kings were not hereditary. Yet Wapol had forcibly seized the throne.
Essentially, they wished to choose their own king.
"Is that the Queen of Volcano Kingdom?"
An elderly figure stood nearby, accompanied by a reindeer lying beside him.
"That's right, this is the final battle."
The village chief trembled as he spoke, "As long as Dalton loses, this country will fall into their hands."
"Does that mean they will return to the castle? I just settled in there," Kureha said, a hint of anger in her voice. She sighed and continued, "They have defeated Dalton three times in a row; their strength is formidable. In this match, Dalton may not achieve victory."
"Indeed."
The village chief nodded, glancing at the imposing figure standing in the distance. "But Dalton will never give up."
"Let’s begin."
Bola looked at the shadow before her and said softly, "Once this battle is over, everything will be settled."
"Yes, even though you are a woman and a princess."
Dalton unsheathed his newly forged weapon, gripping it firmly in his hand. "I will fight until the very last moment."
"Then come at me."
Bola's expression turned serious; out of respect for her opponent, she showed no signs of slackening.
"Here we go."
Dalton transformed into a towering black half-man, half-bull creature and charged toward Bola.
The massive figure of Dalton brought immense pressure as he charged towards Bola, colliding with him.
Boom.
A loud crash echoed as Dalton's advance came to an abrupt halt, blocked by a single arm.
Bola's right arm had grown to an enormous size, muscles bulging and becoming incredibly thick.
Thorn Acupuncture Therapy.
"How is this possible?"
Dalton stared in disbelief at the arm that had defeated him with just one hand.
Bola's strength was formidable; in the original story, he used acupuncture therapy to enlarge himself, then transformed into Mace form, shattering a massive square stone pillar.
Bang.
Dalton pushed off with his legs, flying backward and landing on the ground some distance away.
"If I wanted to, you would already be dead."
Bola coldly fixed his gaze on Dalton and said, "Give up. You are no match for me."
"Then I have to give it a try."
Dalton removed his blade, gripping it tightly in his hand as he leaped toward Bola, the massive blade slicing downwards.
Puff Puff Puff.
In mid-air, Dalton suddenly stiffened, and then blood erupted from his body in a spray, collapsing to his knees with a thud.
Thorns pierced wildly.
His hands transformed into sharp spikes, striking out in an instant like a torrential storm, moving at incredible speed.
In a split second, she could create dozens of holes in the wall; few in Baroque Works could match her speed.
Very good.
"Is this enough now?" Bola looked at Dalton and said, "I avoided your vital points to lessen the damage; otherwise, you would already be dead."
"Not enough."
Dalton slowly rose to his feet, gripping his blade and declaring, "I am not down yet."
"Are you an idiot?"
Bola couldn't help but curse loudly. "You are no match for me; if this continues, you'll only end up severely injured."
"But I haven't fallen yet."
Dalton looked at Bola and said, "As long as I haven't fallen, you haven't won, and this country will not belong to you."
With those words, Dalton gripped the blade and lunged at Bola, swinging down with all his might.
In response to this strike, Bola could have used his own spikes to attack first and potentially kill him.
However, Bola didn't take that route. He stepped forward and swiftly dodged to the side, then delivered a punch at Dalton.
But Dalton turned his body just in time, the long knife slicing toward Bola's neck.
Whoosh.
Bola's body vanished again, evading the blow.
Dalton continued his relentless attacks, but Bola chose not to counterattack; instead, he kept dodging.
"What's wrong with you? Why won't you hit me?" Dalton shouted, blood pouring from his wounds. "Attack me!"
"But you'll die if you do that."
Bola shouted back in frustration as he flashed to Dalton's side and thrust with his right hand.
Bola knew he couldn't kill Dalton; she had been told of his importance by the president, and she understood it herself.
But not being able to kill him didn't mean she couldn't beat him to the brink of death. However, deep down, Bola had no intention of doing so. When she considered herself the queen of this country, she believed that Dalton was exactly the kind of person she needed, and he would undoubtedly lead this nation to greatness.
Thud.
Dalton's knee was injured, and he collapsed to the ground. Yet, in the next moment, he gritted his teeth and stood up again.
"Why?"
Bola watched this scene with confusion, wondering why he was so relentless.
"Give up, Dalton. There's no need for you to continue."
"That's right. At worst, we can become residents of the Volcano Kingdom."
The villagers shouted loudly.
Many villagers felt a pang of sympathy at this sight.
Dalton had fought for them four times, getting injured each time but continuously rising to resist.
"Why won't Dalton give up..."
The village chief observed the scene with a puzzled expression and gritted his teeth, saying, "He is no match for her. Since the Queen doesn't intend to hurt you, just surrender."
But Dalton ignored him and charged at Bola once more. Bola had no choice but to keep dodging.
"He is demonstrating to the villagers."
Kureha suddenly said, a look of helplessness on her face.
"Demonstrating what?" asked the reindeer beside her, a hint of confusion in its voice.
Kureha replied, "He is telling the villagers that the opponent's strength is unmatched and that they are powerless to resist. He is informing them that even though he is obstructing the opponent from taking control of this country, the opponent still has no intention of killing him, which is fundamentally different from Wapol. He also assures everyone that if the opponent ever commits acts of oppression against the people in the future, he is willing to fight for them. Dalton is willing to take a gamble, and the opponent is worth betting on."
As Kureha spoke, Bola swiftly moved behind Dalton and thrust his hands forward.
Thud.
The sharp spikes pierced into Dalton's neck, causing him to stiffen and fall heavily to the ground.
"Is Dalton dead?"
"No way?"
The crowd froze for a moment, a sense of panic rising within them.
However, Kureha smiled and turned to leave with the reindeer. "Let's go; we need to tidy up the castle for Queen."
"He’s not dead."
Bola clapped his hands and then said, "I merely punctured his sleep point to put him into a deep slumber."
Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh.
"What a fool."
Bola glanced at Dalton, sighed, and waved his hand, saying, "Take him for treatment."
"Yes."
The doctor immediately rushed over, lifted Dalton, and walked off into the distance.
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