Chapter 322: Spoiled Brats Are Ageless and Universal
This move is the Eight Steps of the Cicada. It allows a copper puppet to defy gravity, climbing a swaying and uneven arm as if walking on air. However, the exact principle behind it, even Owen himself couldn’t understand.
Although magic can achieve this, the Monk clearly wasn’t using magic, but martial arts. Unfortunately, as more and more martial arts were integrated and the simulated meridian magic circuits became increasingly complex, the Monk’s changes also grew more significant. Now, even Owen had a hard time grasping it, unable to predict its future evolution. Perhaps the Monk would become his most perfect creation.
At this moment, the energy cores installed within the Monk’s body, corresponding to the five internal organs, continuously released energy. This energy was then absorbed by the three largest magic nodes: upper, middle, and lower, and transmitted into the magic circuits. After circulating through meridian and acupoint-like magic routes and nodes, it transformed into a very peculiar type of energy.
The Monk, with its copper body, had lines resembling both muscle fibers and runes. Now, these lines seemed to be infused with liquefied energy, converging and flowing within the groove-like patterns. Finally, the energy poured into its palm, and a golden giant hand shot out, slamming onto the Oak Guardian’s head with a crack. The Oak Guardian, its head tilted at an unnatural angle, collapsed to the ground, unable to move for a while. The sheer power of this move was evident, truly living up to the name of the Great Strength Vajra Palm, the legendary Buddhist slap.
Witnessing this scene, even Owen was stunned. He knew the Monk was powerful, but he didn’t expect it to be this powerful. It was important to note that he wasn’t controlling the Monk, nor was he providing any enhancements.
And this was just the beginning. After taking down the Oak Guardian with the Great Strength Vajra Palm, the Monk landed lightly on its toes. Its seemingly heavy body, defying logic once again, soared into the air like a giant roc, charging straight towards the Jungle Hunter. Its hands moved like a dragon and an eagle. If caught, it wouldn’t be as simple as ten bloody holes.
The Jungle Hunter, already inferior to the Ninjutsu Assassin in close combat, inevitably experienced a moment of disarray as it adjusted its fighting style to deal with the second enemy. The Ninjutsu Assassin, adept at seizing opportunities, its eyes flashing with electric light, sheathed and unsheathed its sword in a blink of an eye.
The Jungle Hunter, about to face a pincer attack, suddenly froze. Then, its upper body slid off diagonally, cleaved in two by the Ninjutsu Assassin’s Iaido slash. Although such damage wouldn’t destroy the artificial being, it would undoubtedly suffer significant impairment.
At this moment, the crows swirling in the air ignited the flammable gas they had quietly released earlier.
In an instant, expanding flames filled the entire arena. Although the temperature wasn’t high, it was enough to incinerate the petals. Having lost its petals, the Flower Dancer lost most of its abilities, forced to land on the ground, its body scorched black, no trace of its former elegance remaining.
To be honest, Kotana’s Oak Guardian, Jungle Hunter, and Flower Dancer weren’t weak. The problem was that these three creations, from their inception, weren’t designed to counter the unconventional puppets Owen wielded.
The massive Oak Guardian was capable of demolishing city walls. Unless hit by continuous fire magic, it was an unstoppable demolition machine. However, it met its match in the Monk’s explosive Great Strength Vajra Palm, striking the side of its head, utilizing leverage to damage its neck, collapsing with a single blow.
The Jungle Hunter suffered a similar fate. As an artificial being of the same type as the Ninjutsu Assassin, if it were in a complex environment like a forest or had a stable firing range, its role wouldn’t be so insignificant. At least it wouldn’t be forced into close combat.
Of course, the most unfortunate was the Flower Dancer. Relying mainly on illusions, it was rendered useless against puppets immune to such tricks. Even releasing petals to obscure vision didn’t achieve much, ultimately leading to its embarrassing defeat.
Various factors resulted in a swift triple defeat. Kotana’s creations all lay on the ground, so fast that even Owen hadn’t fully grasped the situation before the battle ended.
At this point, Kotana’s expression wasn’t pleasant. Previously, due to their equal standing and shared identity as royal elves, she had presented herself with grace and composure. However, deep down, she was still a child. In her original world, as a princess, her upbringing needs no further explanation. Even after arriving here by accident, she had a Legendary Mage doting on her. When had she ever suffered such a loss? She was naturally unhappy.
Spoiled brats are ageless and universal, especially those pampered like Kotana. Once their stubbornness kicks in, even their teachers find it a headache. After all, she was an Elf Princess, not only possessing royal blood but also an entire Elf Kingdom as her backing. For exampleโฆ
“It seems I need to get serious.” Kotana tilted her head, speaking with a mix of innocence and seriousness.
Owen immediately felt a sense of foreboding. He had forgotten that despite his smaller body, his mind was that of an adult. He had overlooked the fact that she was a true child. Even though her actual age wasn’t young, her long lifespan had allowed her to retain a childlike mindset, making her unpredictable.
As a water-blue pattern appeared on Kotana’s forehead and a peculiar spear materialized in her hand โ its spearhead shaped like an elongated water droplet, embedded with a fist-sized blue sapphire โ her aura instantly shifted.
Like a pebble dropped into a pond, invisible ripples spread outwards from Kotana. Kevin Flynn’s expression changed drastically. Before he could intervene, teleportation ripples shimmered around him. He sighed, gesturing for Karl to step back and make room.
“What in the world is going on? Why is little Kotana using the Water Drop in Academy City?!” The old mage who hurriedly teleported in nearly tripped over his own meter-long beard. But he paid it no mind, leaping up and grabbing Kevin Flynn by the collar, roaring in his face.
“A childish squabble.” Kevin Flynn replied with a mix of helplessness and exasperation, pointing towards the arena.
This was Phoenix, Academy City’s oldest Legendary Mage and Kotana’s teacher. Hearing this, he immediately released Kevin Flynn, leaning over the railing to observe below.
“Huh! When did Academy City gain another Elf Royal?” As Kotana’s teacher, Phoenix instantly recognized Owen’s identity, his voice laced with surprise.
Kevin Flynn massaged his temples with a pained expression. He hadn’t been entirely certain before, but with Phoenix’s confirmation, he was now 99% sure. The young man named Owen, claiming to be a Northland noble, was indeed an Elf Royal from another world, one who had mastered interdimensional travel. This made things even more complicated.
Visitors from other worlds weren’t uncommon in Academy City. They were everywhere in the Secret Realms, although they were all blocked beyond the seal. Occasionally, some managed to enter directly, but most either became prey to wild monsters or transformed into new ones. Only those with an undeniable brilliance, like Kotana, were remembered.
