"Mirami, what do you mean by this?" Raymond said with a grave expression. He knew to keep his composure, as even setting aside the outcome itself, both were military icons of their respective countries. Publicly humiliating each other would do no one any good.

"No other meaning, Miss here just wants to have the pleasure of learning a thing or two," she said.

"Enough, Mirami." Vladimir reached out to grab her, but she suddenly shook him off.

A cold smile flickered across Raymond's face. He didn't want to engage with the opponent considering the bigger picture, truly not out of fear, since this woman didn't know her own strength. If provoked, Raymond wouldn't blame himself. He beckoned Mirami with a provocative gesture, signaling he was ready to engage at any moment.

Mirami covered her mouth, chuckled, and slowly approached Raymond. However, Raymond showed no reaction whatsoever, standing there stupefied. The next second, Mirami raised her hand and slapped him across the face, "That was for that person."

Raymond suddenly came to his senses. Just moments before, he had been captivated by Mirami's stunning beauty, completely enthralled by what could only be described as her enchanting special ability.

"You! You're seeking death."

As he spoke, Raymond swung out with a heavy punch. Following the roar of a tiger, his attack found nothing but air... The person had vanished.

Was Raymond's movement instantaneously seen through by Mirami? In response to Raymond, all it took was a casual flick of her wrist, seemingly gentle as a passing breeze, then with a bang, Raymond's body was sent flying several meters away.

Who would have thought that Mirami, who looked so frail, possessed such terrifying close combat strength? Not only was Raymond hit, but so was the face of the Republic of Zana. In less than half a minute, the news reached the upper echelons of the Zana Military Department.

The person in charge of Zana stood up sharply from his seat upon hearing the news. What the hell did Hell's Gate mean by this? Were they not aware of what such actions implied? While the matter could be played down or blown up, he quickly pulled out his Heavenly Communication device to contact Hell's Gate, only to be interrupted by another report.

"Report: There are no less than a hundred people filming on the scene, and a few live streamers have also been spotted."

This meant the incident would quickly spread online...

The continuous reports from the Intelligence Officer made the person in charge of Zana repeatedly relax his clenched fists, only to clench them again and again. While Raymond's Mecha Battle skills were indeed formidable, hand-to-hand combat was a different matter. Unexpectedly, Hell's Gate had pulled such a stunt, seemingly aiming to usurp Raymond's star status to enhance their international influence. Does this signify that a simple apology afterwards would make this a minor issue?

Or was it a third layer of implication, to strike at Raymond in such a way as to limit his future growth and prevent him from recovering? Indeed, Hell's Gate, very good, exceptionally so. Did they really think Zana had no one? Whether this was a political conspiracy or an opportunity to suppress, it was not something that a sovereign state could tolerate. Thus, an effective counter-strike was of paramount importance.

Mirami claimed that she was merely displeased with how things stood. Officials from Hell's Gate were also taken aback upon getting the intelligence report—how could this little witch act so lawlessly? In fact, Hell's Gate was already making great efforts to communicate with Zana, but that slap was too harsh, and Zana could not easily let it go. This was akin to being publicly slapped in the face, only for the perpetrator to then laugh and apologize.

Although the eve of the Mecha Battle competition was tense, it was also filled with good cheer. However, within a mere five minutes, many watching online locked their gaze onto the Zana competition square as a graceful figure made her presence, further intensifying the atmosphere on the scene.

"Wow, the renowned Miss Mirami sure has an imposing presence," said a seductive woman. Her red lips bright and eyes electrifying, she sauntered out of the crowd, slender waist in hand, her fiery gaze as if focused on a prey.

"Eh, eh, eh, and who might you be?"

"A nobody, but I'd like to have the honor of experiencing Miss's expertise, if I might be so bold."

"I fought him because I found him disagreeable. Why should I fight with you?"

"Heehee, is it that you don't want to fight, or is it that you're afraid to fight? It seems to me that Hell's Gate's claim to have a congregation of stars isn't all that," the woman said with a light laugh.

Mingfei spoke with a faint smile. In fact, there had always been an alliance of interests between Jade Clear Sect and the officials of Zana. However, she had come here solely to relax, as there was still some time before the chief's battle. Who knew it would turn into such a mess? Now that her good mood had been ruined, she held no reservations.

Mirami's willow eyebrows finally came together in a cluster, "Hmph, if you want to fight, then come at me."

Mingfei extended her delicate hand in a beckoning gesture. Her posture remained unchanged, yet she seemed to be suddenly near and then far, appearing beside Mirami in an instant. Her vibrant fingertips effortlessly glided over Mirami's fair neck, seemingly consoling, yet also seemingly taunting without uttering a word.

Vladimir barely restrained himself; even though his opponent was a woman, he suddenly felt cuckolded.

So fast! By the time he realized this, Mingfei's fingertips had already traced half a circle on her fragile skin. Mirami, without a glance, pivoted and with that, a wave of her palm struck down.

But the attack was of no use. Mingfei moved like a ghost, instantly relocating to Mirami's side.

"Hehe," Mirami let out a proud chuckle, her body moving in tandem. She felt an unprecedented pressure and twisted her body, her palm transforming into a fist, and she initiated the Army Breaking technique, deciding to fight fire with fire and strength with strength. This was the Augustins Army Breaking Slash, and as she lowered her petite body and swung with might, she seemed to sweep through armies with abandon.

Before the momentum of the Army Breaking could fully form, Mingfei casually slapped it away, interrupting her.

True to her reputation from Hell's Gate, Mirami surprisingly pivoted again midway through her move. Her steps continuously changed, transforming charge into slash, followed by a chopping hand strike that came swiftly down.

"Childish tricks."

Mingfei's smile was mixed with a hint of disdain. Her unpredictable movements allowed her red dress to dodge effortlessly; no matter how the punches came at her, none could touch her. As one of the four great protectors of Jade Clear Sect, she had nothing to fear from a mere Mirami, even against a formidable skill like the Augustins Army Breaking Slash. It all depended on who used it. In Mingfei's eyes, Mirami's offensive was futile. "Little sister, you're full of openings. I don't even know where to start."

As she spoke, Mingfei struck with her palm, accurately hitting Mirami's chest, sending her stumbling backwards...

Mirami was incredibly shocked; was the opponent's strength this formidable? She feared they must have reached Rank 1, no, perhaps even beyond Rank 1. Only Roland could contain them. At least in her book, there were definitely only a handful who could suppress this person from Hell's Gate—only Roland. Besides him, the Soaring Sword Dragon from Bergheide, Kexiao from Saudi, and Feng Yi from the Federation were also likely candidates.

Mingfei aimed to humiliate Mirami, and did not exert her full strength in her hit, but Vladimir, as a sister-protecting fanatic, could not just stand by and watch. As he prepared to rush forward with a lunge step...

The whistling of the wind by his ear, a veiled and beautiful figure suddenly stood in front of him, causing the crowd to gasp in astonishment at her beauty.

Even Vladimir was momentarily spellbound. Such a beautiful person… But in an instant, his love for his sister returned; no one could replace his sister's place in his heart.

"And who might you be?" Vladimir asked coldly. Unwelcome visitors were up to no good. It seemed the person intended to block him from entering the fray.

Mengdie's expression remained calm, her demeanor serene and learned, neither arrogant nor rushed. She didn't bother to look at him or even acknowledge Vladimir's presence, which ignited an inexplicable anger within him. It was a look he couldn't describe. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly ignored. If ordinary people's descriptions of being ignored amounted to a deliberate act, the person in front of him embodied genuine disregard. Yet it didn't provoke anger because such disdain didn't seem intentional. It was as if they were saying there was no need for words; if you want to fight, just fight.

Vladimir's voice grew colder as he said, "I am talking to you."

Mengdie still did not respond.

"Move aside. This is your last warning."

"..."

"Not talking, are you really a mute or what?"

Not speaking as if she were mute! An idle tiger viewed as a sick cat! Looking for a beating. Upon hearing this, Mengdie turned her cold, bright eyes towards him. Without much ado, she began the fight...

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