Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Zero vs Queen ll

The thunderous sound of her roar seemed to shake the very skies, and her aura surged like a tidal wave. Her eyes burned with an intensity that could have made the bravest of men falter, but to me, it was nothing more than fuel for my amusement.

As she charged, her sword glowed with a fierce crimson light. She was no longer holding back—this was her full power unleashed. I, however, had no intention of ending this little game just yet.

“Finally taking me seriously, are we?” I teased, sidestepping her blow with effortless grace. Her sword struck the ground, sending shards of stone flying in every direction.

“You won’t escape this time!” she snarled, spinning around with a follow-up strike that sliced through the air.

I ducked under her swing, my body moving like a shadow, fluid and untouchable. “Oh, but I love it when you chase me,” I said, my voice laced with mockery. “It’s almost… endearing.”

Her aura flared even brighter, and she lunged at me again, her speed increasing with every strike. This time, I decided to meet her head-on. Our blades clashed with a deafening clang, sparks flying as our auras collided in a burst of energy.

Below us, the reporter continued her frantic coverage.

“This is unprecedented!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “The Queen herself is battling the vigilante leader of shadow mystics : Zero, and the destruction is… it’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen! Buildings are crumbling, the streets are in chaos, and yet he—he’s smiling!”

Civilians watched from the safety of whatever cover they could find, their eyes wide with awe and terror. Some cheered for the Queen, their faith in her unwavering. Others whispered in hushed tones about the mysterious man who seemed to be toying with her, a devilish grin never leaving his face.

The Queen’s strikes grew more desperate, her frustration boiling over. “Stop laughing and fight me seriously!” she demanded, her voice cracking with anger.

“But I am fighting seriously,” I replied, locking her blade with mine. “This is me at my most serious. Can’t you tell?”

She pushed against me with all her strength, her face mere inches from mine. “You’re a psychopath.” she spat.

“And you’re adorable when you’re mad,” I shot back, leaning in just enough to make her blush.

Her aura exploded outward, forcing me to leap back. She raised her sword high, gathering energy for a powerful strike. The ground beneath her feet cracked, and the air around her seemed to distort from the sheer intensity of her power.

“Enough games!” she yelled, bringing her sword down in a devastating arc.

The attack carved a massive gash into the earth, the shockwave tearing through the city like a hurricane. I barely managed to dodge in time, the force of the blast sending me tumbling through the air.

“Whoa, easy there!” I called out, stabilizing myself mid-air. “You’re going to hurt someone!”

“That’s the point!” she snapped, her voice filled with raw fury.

I landed on a rooftop, brushing the dust off my coat as she flew toward me. Her knights were not far behind, their numbers increasing but their resolve unshaken.

“Your Majesty, stand down!” one of them pleaded. “He’s trying to provoke you!”

“Stay out of this!” she ordered, her eyes never leaving mine.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You really do have a temper, don’t you? It’s almost cute.”

She swung her sword at me, and I ducked, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. For a moment, we were face-to-face, her back against my chest. I leaned in close, my voice a low whisper.

“You’re trying so hard to kill me, but I think we both know you’re enjoying this,” I said, my lips brushing against her ear.

She froze, her breath hitching, but the moment passed as quickly as it came. She elbowed me in the ribs and broke free, her face red with both anger and embarrassment.

“You’re despicable being!” she yelled, her aura flaring once more.

I shrug with a smirk.

Our fight continued, each clash of our blades sending shockwaves through the city. The remaining knights tried to intervene, but I dispatched them with ease, my focus never straying from the Queen.

At one point, I grabbed her by the waist again, pulling her close as we spun through the air. Her blush deepened, and her aura flared brighter than ever.

“Let me go!” she demanded, struggling against my grip.

“Why? Don’t you like being held?” I teased, my voice dripping with mock sincerity.

She swung her sword, narrowly missing my face, and I released her with a laugh. “Hehehe… wild woman you are,” I said, holding up the strand of her hair I had snatched during our scuffle. “Look what I got.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her aura erupted like a volcano. “You’re dead!” she screamed, charging at me with a vengeance.

I twirled the strand of hair between my fingers, holding it up to my face. “Mmm… smells like roses,” I said, inhaling deeply.

The Queen’s roar of anger echoed through the night as she unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one more ferocious than the last. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a single blow.

“You know,” I said, dodging another strike, “you’re putting on quite a show for your people. They must be so proud.”

“Shut up!” she yelled, her voice trembling with frustration.

I caught her blade with mine, the force of the clash sending sparks flying. Our eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

“You’re strong, I’ll give you that,” I said, my voice softening just enough to catch her off guard. “But strength without control? It’s nothing but chaos.”

Her grip on her sword tightened, and she pushed against me with all her might. “I’ll show you control,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Looking forward to it,” I replied with a grin.

As our battle raged on, the city below was in shambles. The reporter continued her frantic coverage, the camera capturing every moment of the chaos.

“This is unlike anything we’ve ever seen,” she said, her voice trembling. “Who is this man? What does he want? And can even the Queen stand against him?”

The answer, of course, was no. Not because she wasn’t strong, but because I was stronger. And I wasn’t done playing yet.

I sniffed the strand of her hair once more, a devilish grin spreading across my face. “Mmm… roses and fire. A fitting scent for a wild woman like you.”

Her roar of fury was all the response I needed.

I blocked her blade with mine, the force of the clash sending a sharp shockwave that cracked the area beneath our feet. Her teeth were gritted in anger, her crimson aura flaring brighter than ever, enveloping us in a fiery halo.

But as much as she wanted to overpower me, I wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon. In a swift move, I twisted her sword to the side and grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer to me.

“Let go!” she growled, struggling against my hold. Her voice was laced with fury, but beneath it.

Instead of releasing her, I leaned in from behind, my lips brushing against her cheek in a deliberate, teasing kiss. Her body tensed, and my hands began to trace her curves, sliding along her waist and over the fine armor she wore.

“You feel so good, Majesty,” I murmured into her ear, my voice low and velvety. “We can talk this out… in private. My bed has plenty of room for both of us, you know.”

Her breathing hitched, growing heavier. She froze for a moment, as though torn between disbelief and anger. Slowly, she turned her head to look at me, her fiery red eyes locking onto mine. The blush on her cheeks was unmistakable, but it only seemed to amplify her fury.

“You… arrogant bastard!” she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and something she clearly didn’t want to acknowledge.

The aura around her flared violently, scorching the ground as raw power surged outward. My smirk only widened.

“I’ll take that as a ‘maybe,'” I teased, stepping back just as she unleashed a burst of energy that would have incinerated anyone else.

The clash resumed, her strikes faster and more aggressive, each one aiming to cut me down. But I dodged her every move with ease, my grin never faltering.

Above the crumbling buildings, my shadow mystics watched the chaos unfold.

Beta, ever the enthusiastic one, was perched on the edge of a rooftop, her face frozen in a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge as she stared down at the scene below.

“Arghh… what is even Master doing?” she muttered, her voice dripping with exasperation.

Next to her, Alpha stood with her arms crossed, her expression calm but his brow twitching ever so slightly. “He’s toying with her, as always,” she said matter-of-factly.

Beta turned to her, her nose scrunching up. “Toying with her? He’s practically groping her! That’s not fighting—that’s flirting!”

Alpha’s lips curved into a slight pout, her sharp eyes still focused on the battle below. “It’s Master’s way. He enjoys pushing his opponents to their limits… emotionally and physically.”

Beta groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. “This is so embarrassing! Why can’t he just fight normally for once?”