Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Chapter107-Treating Someone with Their Own Medicine
The power of a domain was something she, as the saintess of the Sun-Moon Sect, understood all too well.

Within a domain, one is like meat on a chopping block, almost without any chance to resist!

Moreover, while it was rare, there had been mages throughout history who mastered domains at the diamond-tier.

However, those who mastered domains at the platinum-tier were as rare as phoenix feathers!

Such individuals, as long as they lived, had unlimited potential and a future with limitless achievements!

Even though Monroe usually looked down on prodigies outside her sect, feeling superior to them, she now found herself inferior to Leslie in every aspect!

At this moment, it wasn’t just Monroe and the others who were shocked; Stanley, standing within the domain of ice and snow, was even more astounded.

He deeply understood the difficulty of mastering a domain, having nearly gone mad after a century of bitter battles amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But now, his strongest card seemed like a joke in front of Leslie. Not only had she mastered a domain, but hers was stronger than his!

“Very well, Leslie. I indeed underestimated you before. You are truly worthy of being my opponent!” Stanley said, his expression extremely serious. He shifted from holding his sword with one hand to holding it with both hands.

“I hope you won’t disappoint me from now on!”

With these words, he took several steps forward.

Each step caused the ice on the ground to shatter instantly, ice shards flying everywhere, accompanied by the haunting wails of a battlefield, causing one’s spirit to tremble.

However, with Stanley in Leslie’s domain, these tactics had no effect on her.

Nonetheless, Stanley was still a diamond-tier level 6 mage, and Leslie did not dare to be complacent.

The Order of Ice emerged from her brow, radiating pure icy power.

The wind and snow within the domain intensified!

Leslie’s figure seemed to merge with the icy wind and snow, her form dissipating, leaving only the cold, deadly intent that locked onto Stanley.

Braving the wind and snow, Stanley slashed his longsword in intersecting arcs, creating long cross-shaped blade marks that swept forward.

Wherever they passed, the illusion of a bloodstorm and the wails of the damned appeared!

The overwhelming wind and snow were evaporated by Stanley’s slash, and there were signs of his murderous domain breaking through the ice, reemerging menacingly.

However, Leslie had no intention of giving him any chance.

Almost at the moment Stanley struck, she thrust her spear, attacking from his side.

Leslie’s body was as lithe and agile as a cat’s, and her spear, covered in solid ice, exuded an added sense of agility and sharpness.

As Leslie made her move, the battle-hardened Stanley instantly sensed her location.

His figure, like a streak of blood, moved swiftly, turning and slashing his longsword at Leslie, creating dazzling arcs of blood light.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two exchanged several blows in quick succession.

Each collision was like an explosive detonation, sending shockwaves in all directions.

Their figures continually shifted within the tempestuous waves, making it nearly impossible to lock onto their positions.

Only the increasingly intense and piercing sounds of their clashes could be heard, along with the astonishing ripples spreading from within the domain.

“Leslie’s strength is terrifying. General Stanley is actually evenly matched with her!”

“General Stanley has been through countless battles. How could Leslie have such rich combat experience?”

The faces of the onlookers grew more and more astonished.

Though they were shocked by Leslie’s display of a domain, they didn’t initially believe she could be a match for General Stanley.

After all, when Stanley was fighting on the frontier, Leslie might not have even been born yet.

The experience gained from life-and-death battles was far beyond that of everyday sparring and combat.

Yet, Leslie was now holding her own against General Stanley, not only without revealing any flaws but constantly looking for opportunities to attack!

Stanley, battling Leslie, could keenly feel her uniqueness and strength.

He had a faint illusion that Leslie could foresee his moves!

This was something that even he, after countless battles, could barely achieve.

Moreover, Leslie’s physique was far more resilient than he had imagined.

In their rapid collisions, she showed incredible toughness.

He had originally planned to injure Leslie’s body with his overwhelming attacks and then capture her in one fell swoop.

However, despite his fierce assaults, Leslie remained unharmed.

Her seemingly delicate body was actually like a sponge, absorbing most of the impact that would have shattered any other platinum-tier mage.

“How is this possible?!”

Stanley’s eyes were full of disbelief.

The more he fought, the more desperate he became. Leslie was far too unfathomable.

He had already used most of his techniques but to no avail against Leslie!

Meanwhile, it seemed Leslie had yet to reveal her trump card.

On his way here, he had learned that Leslie had summoned a massive Dark Tower to wipe out the Council of Elders, engulfing the entire palace within it.

Yet now, she hadn’t used it.

In reality, Leslie was also gaining more respect for Stanley’s strength.

Although she had not fully unleashed the power of the Dark Tower, she had used most of her other techniques. Still, she couldn’t defeat Stanley!

Unlike Stanley, she couldn’t maintain this state indefinitely. Taking a deep breath, Leslie slowly closed her eyes. A strange black aura began to surge from behind her.

As the black aura swirled around, Stanley suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

Dong…

An ancient and grand bell tolled, as if from an infinitely distant void, reverberating through the heavens and earth.

Stanley’s pupils contracted sharply as he saw a towering structure emerge from the swirling black aura behind Leslie, faintly discernible.

The bell’s tolling emanated from the eight cornices of the Dark Tower, curved like ox horns, giving off an ancient, inexplicable aura that made him drowsy and lethargic.

Dark Tower!

Despite being affected, Stanley’s obsession with the Dark Tower made him quickly bite his tongue, using the pain to suppress its influence.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, he surged forward, his blood-stained blade aiming straight for Leslie’s forehead.

This strike was powerful and forceful, like a waterfall cascading down a mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Although he didn’t know the exact abilities of the Dark Tower, its appearance had triggered a primal sense of urgency and crisis within him.

This was a rare sensation, one he had only experienced during life-and-death situations.

If the Dark Tower fully manifested, it would spell his doom.

He couldn’t allow it to happen!

With this thought, his descending blade grew even faster and more powerful, slicing through the air, leaving a long, deep black mark.

However, just as the blade was about to strike Leslie’s forehead, her figure was already sheltered within the Dark Tower.

Dong!

The blade, covered in blood-colored rust, struck the surface of the Dark Tower and immediately shattered, emitting a wailing sound.

The recoil force from the broken blade caused Stanley’s hand to crack, blood oozing out, and his hand bones to ache with fractures.

The Dark Tower then emitted a unique light, resembling black chains that wound around Stanley.

As Stanley recovered from the pain of the shattered blade and prepared to use mana to distance himself from Leslie, he suddenly realized that the black chains wrapped around his body made his mana feel as if it was weighed down by immense shackles, rendering it almost impossible to mobilize!

In that brief moment of astonishment, Leslie suddenly opened her cold eyes.

The chill was like a sword, piercing Stanley’s heart.

The shadow of death made Stanley almost suffocate.

However, the next moment, Stanley noticed that the tip of Leslie’s spear stopped right before his eyes and did not continue to pierce forward.

“You lost!” Leslie said coldly.

Stanley did not argue because if Leslie hadn’t held back, he would have already been pierced through the head. This only made him more puzzled, and he asked directly:

“Why don’t you kill me?”