Dancing on the golden ashes-Chapter 220: A Little Tournament

"You must be confident," I said, my voice chillingly calm, "Fine. I’ll let you fight my clone." A wicked smile curled at the edges of my lips. "If you win, you can go. But if you lose, you will cut off your own head before everyone here, or I will grant you a death so painful, you’ll beg for mercy."

I could see the hesitation in their eyes. The tension in the air thickened.

"Do you dare to take on this offer?" I asked loudly.

"I do!"

"I do!"

"I do as well!"

"On my blood, I swear I’ll easily win this fight!"

"If brother fights, I will as well!"

Their voices rang out in unison, five of them in total and each one confident they could defeat a mere clone of mine. They were so sure of themselves. What they didn’t know, however, was that my clones weren’t just vessels of the system anymore. I had infused them with my soul energy, making them far more powerful than anything they could imagine. They were about to be in for a rude awakening.

"I commend your confidence," I said, my tone dripping with amusement. "Anybody else?" I looked around at the remaining attackers, my gaze sweeping across them. But none of them stood up, none dared to challenge me.

"No?" I shook my head, feigning disappointment. "What a pity. That was your only chance to survive. I will kill you all anyway, so why not?"

My words hit like a thunderclap, shattering their resolve. The fire in their hearts stirred—fear, anger, desperation. One by one, they nodded their heads, their earlier bravado quickly slipping away.

Heh, I thought with a cold smirk, Maybe this will be more entertaining than I thought.

"I think this will be a great show. How wonderful!" I said, my voice dripping with amusement. I waved my hand in the air, trying to grab their attention. "Listen, listen! Hey, all of you, look here." I needed them to focus, to understand that they were helpless in this situation.

"I can’t have chaos in here," I continued, the words rolling off my tongue with a cold precision, "so we’ll do it one by one. Who wants to go first?"

My eyes landed on a man with a black tiara on his head. His hair was long and blonde, and he had a delicate, almost feminine appearance. But I could tell from his stats that he was a man. He wore a black robe, concealing his form, but his confidence wasn’t hiding anything.

"You," I said, pointing directly at him. "You’ll be first." Find your next adventure on novelbuddy

I paused for a moment, my voice turning mocking. "Name yourself to everyone, and tell me why I should spare you. Perhaps you’ll be able to persuade me to let you go without the fight."

I laughed wildly, the sound echoing in the tense air.

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"Piss off!" he spat back, his voice soft, almost womanly.

I grinned, my amusement sharpening. "Alright then."

Without another word, I sent my clone to attack. The black scythe came crashing down on him. He tried to block with his sword, its flames flickering with power. It was a formidable weapon, but who did he think he was? If you want to defeat my clones, you’ll need more than just brute force, I thought, watching as he struggled.

In an instant, the clone’s strike cleaved through him, cutting him in half effortlessly. The man’s body fell to the ground, lifeless. My clone, without hesitation, sucked his soul from his body and sent it straight to me.

I nodded in approval at my clone. "Thank you."

Then, I bounced the soul in my hands, letting it roll in the air as I glanced at the terrified onlookers.

"This is your fate," I said, the words like a cold whisper in the silence that followed.

"Careful!" One of the men I had captured earlier screamed, his voice trembling. "She can suck your soul out and eat it!"

I watched as the eyes of those around us flashed with even more fear, their courage faltering as the reality of their situation set in. They knew, deep down, that they were nothing more than playthings in my hands, their fates already sealed.

"Hahaha! Thank you for the compliment," I laughed, the sound mocking and cold. "Anyway, next person. Come forward."

With a gesture, I made my clone release someone I had been waiting to face, someone I longed to see die in front of my eyes. The moment she stepped forward, I could already feel her fire, her defiance. Perfect, I thought.

"You already know my name," the German woman spat, her voice filled with hatred and fire. "Lee Gaon. I will not introduce myself, and I will not beg for mercy. You’re not worth it. You are the scourge of this world, the villain of this world, and one day, you will die a painful death—so painful that you will beg for it!"

Her words were fiery, and the anger in her voice was almost... admirable. I smiled, savoring the challenge. Fine, fine. This is better than I thought.

"Since we have a history from before," I said, stepping forward with a cold, calculating gaze, "I’ll let you fight the real me. You know what? I’ll give you five attacks. Do whatever you want. I won’t fight back."

I could see her eyes flare with disbelief and anger, but I wasn’t done yet. "Do you think I’m arrogant?" I chuckled darkly. "No, sweetie. I’m just better than you. And you already knew that when I wrecked havoc in your empire before. After this, I’ll finish my work, for good this time."

Almost instantly, over ten thousand black swords, each burning with fiery flames, materialized in the air around me. They swarmed in, all aimed directly at me, a deadly barrage from every direction.

"Don’t forget," the German woman shouted, her voice seething with rage, "you said it yourself, you bitch! Five attacks and no defense. And this is... only one attack. Die!"

Her voice rang with confidence as the blades drew closer. The fire blazing from their edges flickered ominously, their power radiating with intent to kill. But to me? It was nothing more than a mere inconvenience. A smile curled at the corners of my lips as I watched the blades close in on me, the excitement in my chest rising.

These pathetic attempts weren’t even enough to scratch my skin. Did she think she was a demigod-level beast? How laughable. I stood still, my eyes never leaving Lorena’s, watching as her expression twisted with desperation and hatred.

And then, as the swords hit me, they shattered upon contact, the fire flickering out with no more than a feeble whimper. The impact barely registered against my skin, a mere ripple in the air. I could feel the shattered remains of her attack fall away, and yet my gaze remained fixed on Lorena.

I wanted to see the moment her spirit broke.