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"Are you sure about this place?" Elizabeth appeared somewhat anxious, her mind in turmoil.
Shasha feigned surprise and glanced at her. "I think it's quite nice. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." Elizabeth tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to mask her inner unease.
Shasha had already concluded that the assassin from last night was none other than Elizabeth herself. Although Elizabeth's attack had been fierce, in hindsight, it wasn't lethal; it was clear she didn't intend to kill her.
Then, further schemes were likely to unfold. Was this villa a trap to lure her in?
With that thought, a cold smile crept onto Shasha's lips. It seemed so; using Elizabeth to draw her in, exploiting her curiosity about whether her friend had betrayed her.
This was an overt scheme—a clever tactic!
Before long, the car stopped outside the villa that Black Queen was selling.
Agency led Shasha and Elizabeth inside, and he felt something was off from the very first step.
Suddenly, Agency collapsed unconscious, and Elizabeth vanished as well. A low, mocking laugh echoed through the air. "I've never seen someone so eager to walk into a trap. Well done, Elizabeth."
Shasha sighed upon hearing this; she had sensed something amiss since Agency chose this house. Why would this villa be for sale out of the blue? It was clearly a trap set up knowing she would come to view it.
"Why play tricks? Why not just come out and fight me openly?"
The voice from the shadows scoffed dismissively. "Why should I get my hands dirty? Defeat my subordinates first."
As the words fell, the entire house began to warp, its furnishings disappearing. Before Shasha's eyes lay a space filled only with illusionary colors, devoid of any substance, as if all sensation had vanished.
As Shasha felt the shift in space, several black, monstrous figures resembling shadows lunged at him with claws sharp as blades, seemingly intent on tearing him apart.
"Enjoy this, it's a demon from hell, Shadow Blade," the figure in the shadows laughed triumphantly.
With a flick of his wrist, the Edman Longsword swept across, its blade slicing through the proud arm of the Shadow Blade Demon.
With the mastery of cold weapons at his disposal, Shasha wielded the longsword with unmatched skill. The only ones who could rival him in close combat were Blade, Deadpool, and Lingdie.
It seemed that the demons were aware of Shasha's formidable melee capabilities, as they sent wave after wave of them at him, adopting a strategy of wearing him down even if they couldn't kill him outright.
Gradually, Shasha began to sense something peculiar about the space around him.
If he guessed correctly, this place was likely connected to a Demon Nest in hell; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many demons appearing. If he could sever the spatial connection, those demons would be trapped.
With this thought in mind, he continued his movements. Infusing Vibration into his sword, a white aura began to intensify around it.
"Spatial Rupture!"
With a swing of his sword, the aura expanded, and under the influence of Vibration, the space began to collapse. The Shadow Blade Demons that had yet to fully emerge were sent back to where they came from.
The collapsing space restored the area to its original state. The figure in the shadows was astonished. "Impossible! How did you shatter my space?"
Before Shasha could respond, the figure continued on its own. "Since the shadow space can't contain you, try this!"
In an instant, the space shifted again, revealing a landscape bathed in molten lava colors, with an intensely scorching heat rushing toward him.
The molten lava from all directions began to slowly morph, until monstrous lava beasts, fierce and relentless, approached with heavy footsteps.
Shasha brandished her sword, each strike resonating with vibration, shattering one beast after another. Gradually, she felt that this ability seemed more show than substance, impressive in appearance but ineffective in reality.
With another swing that fractured the space around her, Shasha remarked coolly, "You might as well take action yourself; I'm tired of playing this game."
"I didn't expect this guy to possess the ability to collapse space," a figure twisted through the air and appeared before Shasha. He wielded a Golden Trident adorned with skulls, his face sinister yet oddly charismatic. He looked at Shasha mockingly and sneered, "I wasn't planning to intervene; after all, someone like you isn't worth my effort. However, since the Black Queen has spoken, I naturally must act. You should consider yourself fortunate; not many can provoke me, Damon, the Hellstorm, Son of Satan!"
"Are you done with your monologue?" Shasha replied flatly. "It seems you don't understand that villains often fall due to their excessive chatter."
Damon's expression darkened with anger as the space trembled. The trident unleashed a deep red energy beam aimed directly at Shasha.
Shasha twirled her sword, shredding the energy with each swing. In the moment of distraction, she accelerated instantly, her form breaking the sound barrier and vanishing from sight, only to reappear behind Damon.
With a swift downward strike!
Clang!
The swords clashed as Damon turned back with a cold smirk, looking at the astonished Shasha. "Is that all you've got? Showing off your supersonic speed in front of me?"
In the next instant, he vanished from Shasha's view.
A dangerously ominous presence surged toward her. Shasha leaped forward several steps just as the Golden Trident lunged downwards.
Turning around, Shasha leaped into the air with a sword, using the rebound force. When he landed, his expression was quite serious.
The somewhat eccentric Damon, the Hellstorm, truly had some skills. Both his speed and strength were slightly superior to Shasha's. It was unclear where the Black Queen had recruited such a formidable expert.
"How about it? Do you feel the gap between us?" Damon teased with a smile, brandishing his Golden Trident in a provocative gesture. "Come on, feel free to make your move."
Shasha's lips gradually curled into a smirk—this was interesting!
Lowering the tip of his sword, the Vibration aura spread out, restrained yet powerful; this was the prelude to Void Shock.
With a swing of his sword, he unleashed a blade of sword energy wrapped in Vibration.
Just as Damon was about to laugh after shattering the sword energy, he suddenly felt a wave of Vibration transmitting from the trident into his body, reaching deep into his organs. His expression changed instantly.
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