novelraw Chapter 1013 715: Are You Crazy? You Say This Is the Extinction of a Race?
Chapter 1013 715: Are You Crazy? You Say This Is the Extinction of a Race?
"Moreover, our race hasn't held a tournament for many years."
"Since some races don't have reproductive isolation, then why did you say you are the last Saintess of the Destruction Race?" Li Zheng was even more puzzled. Were there no girls among those mixed-blood children?
"I am a pureblood Destruction Saintess." The Saintess said blandly, lifting her skirt as she gracefully walked out from the flowers, naturally hooking her arm with Li Zheng's other arm under his startled gaze: "Let's go, I'll take you to the camp."
Feeling some softness, Li Zheng hurriedly withdrew his arm: "Saintess, please respect yourself. I am already married; this is my wife, Mirel."
The Saintess didn't mind, she smiled freely, looked Mirel up and down: "So the Enchanting Demon Race got to you first? If you could get here, you must have visited the lands of the Blood Patterned Black Dragon and the other two races, right? So I'm the last one, after all."
For some reason, Li Zheng heard frustration about points from the Saintess's tone.
His expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Is the agreement between the Destruction Race and my... that senior, the same as the other races? That the whole race must relocate to the Outer City and the condition is that I must marry a person from the Destruction Race?"
"Not at all." The Saintess said softly: "The condition for my race is simpler. As long as you can pass the tournament, you can take away a Destruction Saintess from the Wilderness."
"You just said that the Destruction Race hasn't held a tournament for many years..." Mirel understood: "It was to reserve you, the only Saintess, waiting for Li Zheng to come and take you away?"
The Saintess went over and hugged Mirel, affectionately saying: "Sister, you're clever."
Not quite used to it, Mirel pushed her away: "Saintess, don't randomly call me that. I may not be older than you."
"My name is Mudala, and I'm seventy-nine this year. Sister, how about you?" Mudala blinked innocently at Mirel.
Mirel was somewhat deflated: "I'm already eighty this year... But I'm not officially an adult yet!"
Mudala asked: "Did you use the first tide of another Enchanting Demon to mature early?"
"Yes... Yes." Mirel said, slightly embarrassed.
"Then that counts as adult too," Mudala laughed: "Sister, you truly have the Enchanting Demon's bloodline, such a good figure, firm chest, makes me ashamed."
"You... you're not bad either." Mirel was even more flustered, secretly annoyed: "How is she speaking so bluntly, even more like an Enchanting Demon than I am!"
Mudala seemed a bit proud; she came to Li Zheng's side again, but this time she didn't forcibly hook onto Li Zheng's arm and instead pointed to the landscapes on the roadside: "Do you find these scenes beautiful?"
"Beautiful," Li Zheng said frankly: "But they're too rigid, lacking the beauty of spirituality."
"That's what I think too," Mudala agreed deeply: "I take care of all these flowers, and whenever I deal with them, I project my emotions onto them."
Li Zheng frowned slightly, feeling there was more to Mudala's words.
Mudala continued: "Look at these flowers, they grow how I want them to, I decide whom they pollinate with. They have no right to choose independently, isn't it pitiful?"
Without waiting for Li Zheng's answer, she said to herself: "Indeed it's pitiful, but who cares whether they are pitiable or not? Ultimately, isn't their fate decided by me?"
How could Li Zheng not grasp that Mudala was protesting against her own fate metaphorically?
To be honest, he also really disliked the feeling of having life decisions arranged by others.
The tribes had been in the Outer City for two months, and Li Zheng had barely seen the three nominal wives a handful of times.
He had only known Mirel for less than two months before they became husband and wife.
Though there were elements of usurping momentum, it could barely be counted as coming together naturally.
If it wasn't for little Sakura, Li Zheng wouldn't have agreed to the conditions imposed by the three tribes to accept those three convenient wives.
Now, he could only avoid them when possible.
Li Zheng looked at Mudala, feeling a sense of connection with her plight, but when he opened his mouth wanting to say something, he didn't know what to say and closed it again.
The group soon arrived at the Destruction Race's camp, which was at the center of a sea of flowers, with only a simple wooden house and a field of crops.
Li Zheng looked around, not seeing anyone else, and asked: "Aren't we supposed to have a tournament? Where are your people?"
"They're all here." Mudala stood opposite Li Zheng with her arms open, her smile tinged with loneliness: "Other than me, all the others moved away over thirty years ago; now, there's only me at the Destruction Race's camp."
Li Zheng was silent for a moment: "You've been living here alone for over thirty years?"
"Yes." Mudala replied: "Our ancestors instructed that no matter how our descendants develop, there must be a pureblooded Saintess waiting here, until you come to fulfill the agreement, or... the last Saintess dies and the agreement voids."
"This..." Li Zheng suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy for Mudala.
To live alone here for over thirty years...
How lonely it must have been...
"Since you're the only one here, there's no need for a tournament, right?" Mirel asked.
"The tribe's customs must be adhered to." Mudala glanced at Feng Yue standing alone at the back, saying: "If none of your followers intend to participate, I will be your only opponent in this tournament."
Li Zheng asked: "What if I lose?"
"I'll stay here, and you can come back in three years until you defeat me and take me away."
"What if I never come back after losing?"
"Then I can only grow old here alone."
"Alright."
Li Zheng took a deep breath, seriously saying: "I will do my best to defeat you, not to possess you, but to set you free. When you go to the Outer City, if you wish to leave, I'll return your freedom."
Hearing this, Mudala didn't show joy; she simply said: "Talk again after you beat me."
"Starting now?"
"Do you need preparation?"
"No need."
"Neither do I, so let's begin now."
Before she finished speaking, Mudala leapt into the air, her skirt fluttering, and she took off the flower crown hat from her head and flung it towards Li Zheng.
Swoosh!
The hat emitted a sound like slicing through the air, becoming extremely hard, with a sharp aura along the hat's edge!
Li Zheng knew better than to take it head on, unfurling the Demon Thunder Wings on his back, ascending into the air to avoid the hat's attack.
However, it seemed Mudala had anticipated his move, following closely behind the hat, kicking repeatedly at Li Zheng's throat, chest, and three inches below the navel—each strike aimed viciously at key points.
Li Zheng focused intently, using the improving techniques he had refined from sparring with Zhan Zhouzhou this whole time, one hand forming a palm in defense, while the other hand clenched a sword point, targeting Mudala's kicking foot.
Mudala recognized the threat of the sword point, changing her move mid-air, spinning her body to retract her legs, her skirt momentarily revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath, quickly disappearing.
Her palms fluttered rapidly, counter-attacking Li Zheng, her techniques surprisingly not weaker, even showing signs of overpowering him!
In response, Li Zheng switched tactics, using every move he knew—blade palm, sword point, gun fist, whip strike, claw technique—all coming out to match Mudala blow for blow.
Feng Yue, mesmerized, praised: "Truly the Destruction Race, possessing such strength at a young age, even Zhan Zhouzhou might not be able to defeat her!"
"They haven't used weapons. If fighting with weapons, Li Zheng wouldn't be weaker than her." Mirel commented: "Li Zheng's unarmed skills have only been practiced for the past two months, but he's honed his weapon skills longer and has even deeper mastery."
BAM!
A muffled sound, and the two opponents separated.
"I lost."