How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Cliff smiled dismissively:

"Still pretending? What are you pretending for? It's disgusting. Vice President, this is a private matter between him and me, please don't interfere."

"Vice President Sharp, don't let my seemingly fine appearance fool you, my internal injuries are actually quite severe, ughhhh—my, my heart!"

Sharp's vice president squinted his eyes and asked in confusion:

"...Young man, the area you're touching looks like the kidney area."

"No, Vice President Sharp, you don't understand. This is damage transfer. Cliff's power is truly terrifying..."

Sirocco's deliberately clumsy acting seemed like a provocation, and Cliff's expression was like that of a demon, his fingers gripping his shoulder so tightly they almost sank into it.

While Sharp verbally advocated for peaceful coexistence, he himself had already unleashed his talent – ​​[Driving Angel].

The three-meter-long, six-winged angel knight stood majestically behind his master.

Her chest, shoulders, and waist were covered with heavy armor with ornate carvings, and two scabbards covered with gold foil hung from her waist. Her long skirt trailed on the ground, making it hard to believe that she had any legs underneath, as the inside of her helmet was completely empty.

Sirocco tried hard not to let his attention be drawn to the Sky Rider, shyly rubbing his long hair:

"Is Cliff's incorrect fitness routine a minor side effect of getting stronger?"

“You…” Cliff clenched his fist.

The provocation was to see if Cliff could use a few more tricks.

Let's see how good his hand is.

So that we can formulate a battle plan for tomorrow's duel.

With Sharp by her side, she felt more at ease speaking, though her tone and demeanor intentionally leaned towards an atmosphere of timidity and weakness.

At the very least, she wouldn't let anyone get hurt. Sirocco was quite certain of that.

"That's right, the excessive power is in your lower body..."

"shut up...."

The unspoken words struck Cliff's most vulnerable spot like a sharp blade.

Unlike his previous anger, his head was now shrouded in shadow, his face was ashen, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

With nowhere to go, Cliff's body, still recovering from a serious illness, was unable to bear this rapidly growing power in a short time, and his body had to swell abnormally to adapt to the sudden increase in power.

However, why only the upper body swelled up instead of the whole body remains a mystery to Sirocco, and he has no interest in it. Perhaps the artist is paying homage to William's G1 form?

"The reason for its narrowness."

"Shut up! You're not allowed to say I'm no good—!!"

Cliff's roar sprayed spittle, which Sharp's Sky Rider blocked with his arm armor.

"what?"

"Hmm?"

Sirocco and Vice President Sharp had questions, and the students watching were also stunned by the loud noise that echoed through the street.

"Kick-"

Realizing something was wrong, Cliff simply stopped pretending.

"Go to hell!!!"

Cliff threw a punch with a furious roar, as if his very soul had been unleashed; his ferocious expression proved that his rationality had been at least halved.

101. The protagonist returns, enabling effective attacks.

No?

What doesn't work?

Sirocco didn't understand.

Cliff's fist was about to blast Sirocco's face, only 50 centimeters away.

But before that, the angels will easily block it, and then Cliff will be knocked away by the interaction of forces.

Sirocco watched the fist approach with utter boredom.

In fact, the angel's silver arm armor was already positioned in front of him to block, just in case. He also had the skill "Transform into Rock" activated, maximizing his defense.

However, Shilock knew that the situation would change in another way.

It was only because his gaze caught a faint red afterimage on the right side—

The afterimage of the sword.

珰————! ! ! !

The violent clanging of metal stirred up ripples in the air, creating powerful gusts of wind. The Sky Rider spread out two of its six wings, the massive feathers blocking the chaotic energy and directing the wind towards the ground. Some of the girls affected by the gusts had their skirts lifted, eliciting screams in a different sense.

I'm sorry!

Sharp apologized to the girls, and they smiled and forgave him.

"Sorry, I am late."

A powerful and resonant voice.

The blue-haired figure blocking his way was all too familiar to Sirocco.

I kept my eyes on this figure's back during the battle with the Maple Knights to prevent them from dying suddenly.

Sirocco was ashamed:

"Cass, your timing was just too perfect..."

"No... I didn't think that way."

Cass smiled wryly, stood in front of Sirocco, and used both hands to hold the Demon Blade to block Cliff's Thorn Fist.

"Appeared!"

"The vice president's angel has taken action."

"I saw the angel's wings during the entrance exam. A group of monsters attacked, and it was Lord Sharp who spread his wings to protect me!"

"Angels' six wings can not only protect people, but also transform into a storm of sharp blades to annihilate opponents. They are truly a perfect combination of offense and defense."

"I've been a fan of hers since she entered school! She's beautiful, talented, and always in the top 10 of her class in her first year!"

Thank you for the introduction, my random classmate.

This is also a feature of the game—passersby with a wealth of information.

Sometimes they can even tell you a person's home address, interpersonal relationships, and hobbies. Do you work for MI6 or the Chaoyang District Residents' Committee?

Sharp always had a smile on her face, but a closer look revealed that her expression when looking at Cass and Cliff was a forced smile.

Cass's expression was incredibly resolute, showing no fear in the face of Cliff.

"Your opponent is me, Cliff... What's wrong with your body?"

"Cass, who claims to be the 'strongest,' you arrogant brat. Get out of the way!"

Cliff unleashed a follow-up attack!

Cass neither retreated nor defended, but instead leaned forward before Cliff could, causing the Demon Blade to bulge into a circular shield and charge forward with all its might.

"!"

Faced with this strange weapon, Cliff frowned, withdrew his fist to defend, and his martial instincts told him that he could not take this blow head-on.

He then subtly extended a vine and stroked Cass's wrist.

"Well!--"

He guessed correctly. The impact was so powerful that it forced him back five steps before he could barely stop, and the weapon in Cass's hand had turned back into a pink sword.

Things are so different now!

A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation, no, after a month.

Sirocco suppressed his excitement and maintained a calm expression.

Cass, who was once easily defeated by Cliff, is now able to force Cliff to retreat.

Sirocco patted Cass on the shoulder with a sigh:

"You did a good job, well done, Cass."

"Uh? Mm-hmm—"

Cass blushed slightly and kept stealing glances.

On the other side, Cliff's brows were furrowed even more:

"...Your strength has increased so much in such a short time... You must have had some of those weirdos helping you?"

The difference in strength.

The feel is off too.

Cliff looked at the thorns retracting from his hand and felt something was wrong.