Otaku Witch-Chapter 1001 - 605. Fiendish Courtesan_3

Chapter 1001: 605. Fiendish Courtesan_3

But no matter how you put it, this little guy is just a little witch with magic power of no more than fifty thousand mana; Oiran Ibuki wouldn’t truly lower herself to seriously bicker with a little one.

After all, she is a professional oiran, and her composure is just as professional.

And then…

“Why does a centenarian old hag have to act so coy? Besides, Miss Ibuki, you can fool others, but you can’t fool me. No matter how charming your smile, it can’t hide the increasingly brutal fire in your heart. Have you suffered some grievance and are yearning for revenge? Although I don’t know what big plan you’re up to, it doesn’t matter. Today, I just want to have a good fight with you.”

“Today, we must exchange a few moves. Why don’t you come down now and let’s have a literary duel, only comparing swordsmanship, not strength. Or else, I’ll have a martial duel, but then you might have to show your true skills, and it wouldn’t be good if others saw through it at that time.”

“Miss Ibuki, you wouldn’t want your carefully prepared big plan to be ruined by me, right?”

The Fairy King straightforwardly said so.

Today’s Miss Martial Soul’s taunting was as stable as ever.

And in her hand, that Red Shadow Demon Blade initially refused to confront Sword Pointing Oiran. After all, that was the creator who brought her into being, a role she regarded like a mother.

But once grasped by the Sword Master, the Flood Dragon Spirit was also enveloped and ruled by that domineering Sword God’s will. Once the opponent showed some toughness, Miss Demon Blade immediately went limp and couldn’t refuse.

Forgive your unfilial daughter, Mother Superior, but a weapon must follow the Sword Master’s will, just as you taught.

Besides, Red Shadow has long wanted to know how strong her creator is. It’s just that Mother Superior never sparred with her in the past. Now, it’s a rare opportunity, so hurray!

Thus, the scarlet demon blade also emitted a pleasant sword hum, and the waves surged in the endless blood sea, making the fiery blood aura on the sword even more brutal.

And on the main seat, Miss Ibuki was silent…

Tsk tsk tsk, this is really my good daughter. You, little one, truly have some guts.

Miss Oiran’s doll-like exquisite demeanor started to falter. Although her professional ethics were outstanding, her brutal temper was just as real. Why else would she need such good professional ethics?

If not to suppress her innate brutal temper.

But now, she’s had enough. This little brat has gone too far. Today, big sister must let this little one know that Flower Street is not a place for immature kids to come.

Crack…

The thick white powder on Miss Oiran’s face, like a mask, cracked open, as her forehead veins visibly bulged in anger, forming a tic-tac-toe pattern as Miss Ibuki silently stood up.

And once she stood, she exuded immense pressure.

Because Miss Oiran was truly tall, even Dorothy, the Dragon Witch, felt somewhat pressured.

“Are all the beauties of Japan this jumbo-sized?”

The Homebody Witch glanced back at her Aunt Miko, and curiously asked.

In Mother Dragon’s photo back then, Aunt Miko was as tall as Mother Dragon, and later, Miss Red Shadow’s Demon Sword Princess form was also quite tall, comparable to the two. But now, this Miss Oiran was even taller than both.

Although as an enthusiast of “jumbo-sized beauties,” Dorothy’s inner desires were stirred, something seemed off here.

In response, the blonde Weird Auntie transformed the crystal sword in her hand into a crystal folding fan, then covered her mouth with the fan, and laughed.

“Well, after all, the Japanese nobles are actually Ghost Clan, so being tall is normal. Little one, do your best. You have to finish the match you started with a smile.”

The Weird Auntie waved at the Homebody Witch.

And Dorothy turned her head, only to see at the center of the Fiendish Courtesan’s forehead, a crimson single horn grew. But this didn’t mar her beauty; instead, it made her already charming face even more heroic.

Hmm, she already liked it. Now she liked it even more.

Only…

Is that weapon for real?

Watching Miss Oiran pull out a nearly four-meter-long wolf fang club from beneath her heavy oiran robe, casually hoisting it on her shoulder as if such a murderous aura had no weight, Dorothy fell into contemplation.

This weapon is really ladylike, doesn’t quite match your status as an oiran.

…Dorothy in shock…

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