Perverted Otherworlder 110 Fury of The Battle Maiden.

His black hair swayed along with his sarong as he faced the four assassins without any hint of fear. His standing making him look like a war god who was about to chop some fish on the board.

Lyon crossed his arm as he smirked toward the group of four.

His sentence was still lingering inside the assassin's heads. They were wondering as to what he meant by 'the assassin's irony' but one of them was focusing on him instead.

A space attribute cultivator was among the rarest of the rare. They were among the ones that could overcome cultivators of a higher level than their own and changed the tide of battle in an instant. In their eyes, one meter and one kilometer were the exact same thing. Blink and your head might be flying.

With cold sweat, the assassin said, "H-hey now, no need to be so hasty, I-I tell you what, since if we fight it out nobody would leave here unscathed, why not you join our group instead?"

If a cultivator with such attribute were to join their rank. Their prestige surely shot to the stars. In Deo, there was probably no one that had the same attribute as him. He was worth more than an entire battalion.

"Oh? Interesting, what is it for me?" said Lyon while rubbing his chin.
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His answer contradicted Clemora's guess. She was in a disarray but her strength made it impossible for her to mutter a word.

The assassin was surprised to hear his response. There was only a little chance that he thought Lyon would be interested in the offer.

Seeing his chance the assassin began to relax as he said like a shrewd merchant, "We offer beads! Great quality cultivation beads! I see you are at the peak of Soul Realm, you just need a little push and we can offer you just that."

No matter who they were, as long as they were cultivators, they would certainly aim for a higher cultivation realm. That was because the higher one was, the higher the power they will get and so their prestige and status.

"Is that all?" Lyon looked disinterested.

The assassin's confidence was broke into pieces like a steel ball hitting a glass. "are you sure?" He couldn't help but to ask once again. This was the best offer he got, he invited the others with the same offer and they all agreed before.

"None at all." Lyon shook his head.

"None? Then what about half of ours will be yours too?" The assassin hastily offered. This was once in a lifetime opportunity. If he could recruit him, not only he would not suffer any wound but he gained a superb cultivator in their rank. The sow he will reap made him salivate.

"Not even if you offer all of your cultivation beads I would be interested," said Lyon with a smirk.

The assassin furrowed his eyebrow, "Don't you want to breakthrough to Half Divine Realm?"

"For me, that is only a matter of time, I could breakthrough whenever I want to, maybe even a realm you can't even dream on," said Lyon nonchalantly. (Yeah well, actually I can't, I need to understand the next realm first though, besides, I already shit a top-grade cultivation bead in the bathroom before) thought Lyon as dark lines appeared across his head.

The others looked at him like he was a crazy man who loved to boast. There was no way to break through the next level of any realm without external help unless they want to grow old, which contradicted the reason for cultivating.

He thought Lyon was pretending to decline like a cheeky buyer but that was not the case. He was simply not interested in cultivation beads. "Then what do you want?" asked the assassin coldly.

"What about beautiful ladies?" asked Lyon as his nose gradually enlarge like a pig in heat.

The four assassins looked at each other before laughing their hearts out. "Why don't you say so, brother? A woman was never an issue if you joined us!"

Lyon rubbed his chin once again, "Oh really now? What kind of woman will you provide me?"

"All kind of woman!" the assassin immediately replied while waving his hand. "Young girls, innocent ones, noble ones, cold ones, everyone!"

"Oooh!! Interesting indeed, but how will you get it for me?" asked Lyon.

"Easy! Just put a sword on their neck and they will do anything to you!" the assassin laughed maniacally.

Lyon's expression turned cold, "Does that mean?"

The assassin faced Lyon and opened his mask. The man's face was disfigured because of a burn and stabbing wound. While one of his eyes was still bleeding from Fenrir's assault.

He smiled as he said softly under his breath, "****."

*flash

*boom

A blinding light fell from above and crashed. The ground from which the assassins stood was flying high in the air with them.

The assassin with an opened mask managed to take a glimpse below. "A woman?!"

(Holy shit! She made the ground fly with a fucking fist!) even Lyon was surprised, but he didn't show it to the public.

The woman was none other than Ryona with her vibrant orange hair fluttering from the impact she made with the ground.

(Such strength!) thought the group of four as now they were the ones feeling a looming danger exuded from the pretty lady.

Ryona was expressionless as she only had one thing in mind, 'butcher'.

*swoosh

With a single leap, she was already in the middle of the four assassins who were still in the air. "Berserker Art," said Ryona as she spread her arms and wielded her two axes while closing her eyes.

As the twin moons were highlighting Ryona's beautiful face, she opened her eyes, "Havoc!"

Lyon opened his eyes wide of what's happening above.

Ryona moves were being aided with the wind every time she swung her double axes. As she hacked one, she quickly jumped to the next in a rotation with blinding speed that created a winding spiral as they go down because of gravity.

*tap

Ryona landed her feet gracefully as the wind spiral disperse, revealing nothing but only her. Not even a speck of blood was seen. It was like the four assassins never existed.

(So this is what happen when Ryona is angry) gulped Lyon.

Chapter end