I Am Genie

Chapter 116 116: Ambushed

Leo said don't kill people, so Iris would of course give him face. But that didn't mean she'd actually hold back. Anyway, with her way of thinking, almost dead isn't dead.

She swung a punch with force like slamming a sledgehammer straight into the little girl's ribs, sending her flying a few meters.

Not a groan, not any reaction like a body that's hurt. Clearly blood was flowing and bones were broken, but the little girl was like a clumsy puppet, standing up in an awkward way.

She was like a zombie, staggering but moving very fast toward Iris. The rusty sword was still gripped tight in her hand, waiting for a chance to slash Iris.

"Leo, you can't blame me for this. Hitting like that and she still doesn't go down, so I'm gonna try smashing her head and see what happens."

Iris was announcing, not asking for opinions. As for what Leo asked her to do, she'd already tried, now there's no result, it's not her fault.

Actually, there was another way, which was to use force to break those thin strings. But this way wasn't feasible because the combat power gap between the two sides was too big.

She was indeed extremely arrogant, but her brain wasn't just for decoration. If a direct attack didn't work, she had to find another way to fight.

While she was talking, the two boys suddenly burst forward with an extremely unreasonable speed. This kind of speed wasn't something a kid should have.

One threw a kitchen knife straight at Iris's head with great force. The other clumsily swung a club, hitting toward her side.

At first glance the kitchen knife attack was more dangerous, so Iris chose to dodge it. At the same time, she used energy to wrap around her side to avoid the 'unexpected factor'.

She easily tilted her head to dodge the kitchen knife flying toward her, and the 'unexpected factor' she predicted also appeared all at once.

The boy holding the wooden club suddenly tightened his grip, muscles seeming to exceed the limit they should have, causing the skin on his arm to show cracks. Then he swung the club with great force, power even surpassing the strongest strike Iris could unleash at that moment.

A collision sound like a drum rang out. Iris was sent flying by that powerful club like a ball until she collided hard with a tree trunk and was stopped.

"Cough cough, damn. So the controller can also boost the 'puppet's' strength."

She coughed up a bit of blood, her injuries weren't too serious. That club strike just now was strong, but she'd already calculated it in advance and defended at maximum capacity.

Of course the main reason she could succeed was because the enemy didn't understand energy manipulation techniques.

Anyway, not many people in this world are bored enough to put serious effort into learning this since the time spent is too much compared to the results gained.

Raphael stood watching the whole fight while nodding as he observed Iris. Normally he wouldn't learn high-level energy manipulation techniques, but the pile of holy herbs she gave him gave him a lot of free time.

Of course he wouldn't actively come ask her to teach him, because how could the number one genius of the current era casually take a master? If he could learn by stealing, he absolutely wouldn't acknowledge anyone else as his teacher.

Anyway, suddenly having someone of higher status than him appear isn't exactly a pleasant thing for guys like him.

After running out of gloom, his arrogance returned along with it. The past can't be changed, so now he only looks toward the future. If he still lay around crying over Astrid's death, Astrid would definitely laugh at him so much he'd die from shame.

Besides, the basic energy control ability of any demigod is already pretty good. This can be considered a big advantage compared to normal people. Of course that doesn't include the freaks with god-level talent.

He secretly stole lessons like that, and after six years he had some results. Though not as good as Michael, compared to most demigods, especially young demigods, he was much stronger.

Watching Iris, he nodded while learning, but when he looked toward Michael and Leo, his face went dark. Not using domains made both their combat abilities drop a lot. The most notable was their situational awareness.

"Damn it, about to be ambushed and they just stand there with dumb faces watching the show. What the hell? Eyes seriously looking forward while leaving the back ignored?"

Though he cursed, Raphael also partly understood why those two now looked a bit 'dumb'.

As for Michael, no need to mention. He originally didn't know anything about normal combat, let alone combat between contractors.

As for Leo, though he has plenty of combat experience, it's mostly at the level of 'mortals' fighting. Though his strength and energy control aren't bad, he's never dealt with weird abilities, so it's normal to be awkward.

Both of them had serious expressions but didn't really know where to focus. If they could use domain, things would be much easier.

"Damn, fighting like this is way too hard…"

When using the domain, Michael could teleport and could observe three hundred sixty degrees with no blind spots. Now he really felt like he was disabled.

"Stop complaining. Get ready, we can't stand still forever."

Even though he himself didn't understand what the hell was really going on, Leo still kept that calm face. Skill might be lacking, but spirit cannot be lacking.

He found the actions of these three kids very strange. Clearly very weak, but when they burst with power, they suddenly became a lot stronger.

Suddenly, both had a bad feeling. Immediately they used energy to protect their backs, especially their heads.

Two thin strings from somewhere silently approached them and then suddenly accelerated, stabbing into their backs.

They were blocked by energy but that wasn't enough. Their force increased sharply, piercing through the energy barrier and stabbing into the two's backs.

Quite strange, the impact force was very strong but when stabbing into the back, no wound appeared, as if it was really just a thin thread.