"No, can this thing be called a sword?"

Looking at the heavy mace that was thick, strong and hard at the sight of Miss Oiran's shoulders, Dorothy was still greatly shocked even in the state of the Fairy King. She couldn't help but asked in surprise.

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Although Japanese witches have always been indifferent to swords, they say they are swordsmen, but in fact they use samurai swords or something like that. But no matter how you think about it, the mace definitely does not belong to the classification of swords. This thing should be classified as a blunt weapon.

However, Ibuki Taifu had no intention of answering her doubts.

The oiran lady was still abiding by the rules of the oiran's reception banquet. Although she moved now and would beat a guest severely, as long as she didn't speak, it was not a violation.

After all, the rules of the oiran's reception banquet only require her not to eat, drink, or talk to the guests. It doesn't say she can't fight.

However, although she didn't speak, she glanced disdainfully at this ignorant little witch who was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth because of this little battle. One meaning was clearly expressed in her charming eyes.

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"Are you a swordsmith or am I? How can a sword be such an immutable thing? If I say a mace is a sword, then it is a sword. In the entire Japanese island, no one knows how to make swords better than me."

The otaku witch with a strong inspiration attribute could easily read the eyes of the oiran lady, so after a moment of silence, she shrugged in relief.

Okay, you are a professional in making swords, so you can do whatever you want.

Dorothy did not dwell too much on such a small issue. After all, the atmosphere had already been set up to this point, and it was impossible to say that she would not fight.

So....

"Now that Miss Oiran has accepted the challenge, let's set some rules for the competition. This is a banquet after all. It would be bad if it makes too much noise and affects other guests. This time we will have a banquet.

How about a less noisy literary fight? It mainly focuses on sword skills, so you don’t need to use too much magic power. How about setting the upper limit of our magic power output at 5w Mana?"

The otaku witch suggested this.

As she spoke, she calmly made an expression like "I am doing this all to take care of your face as a landlord."

Well, this is a flower street tour house after all, and there are many guests on the second and first floors downstairs. If the two of them really get into a fight, let alone this tour house, the whole street or even the entire building

Japan Island will all suffer.

So, it's not because he's afraid of being beaten too badly that he gives in. Absolutely not, the Goblin King has nothing to fear.

Therefore, after saying this, the otaku witch's body consciousness returned her body to her martial spirit again, causing the martial spirit incarnation to protest slightly.

However, after the Ibuki Oiran opposite heard such a proposal, she snapped her fingers. Then, the otaku witch who was in the center of the stage suddenly felt like the world was spinning. She felt like the whole room was spinning and shaking.

No, this is not a feeling at all, it is just that the whole banquet hall is shaking.

I saw that the shoji doors and walls around the originally Japanese-style tatami-style banquet hall were all moving and changing, and the whole house seemed to have turned into a large Rubik's Cube, deforming and rotating.

When everything calmed down, Dorothy found herself in a huge arena surrounded by countless Japanese-style wooden houses. On the opposite side of the arena, the oiran lady was looking at her with a smile.

As for the original guests, they were now scattered among the countless Japanese-style box rooms around the arena. Their postures were a bit weird, some were hanging upside down from the ceiling, some were sitting on the top of the ceiling, and some were simply nine

Ten degrees perpendicular to the wall.

It's as if in this space, things like direction, gravity, etc. have all been disrupted.

(Referring to the layout of the place where Demon Slayer Muzan crossdresses, it seems to be called Mugen City.)

"No, isn't this a flower street? Why is there such a high-end gladiatorial arena? Are there any customers who like to fight while fighting? What kind of weird xp is that?"

Dorothy was a little confused. No matter how she thought about it, a gentle town like Flower Street was not suitable for a bloody facility like the Arena. But after thinking about it carefully, the otaku witch had to admit that this was really a witch.

From this point of view, although the customs and habits of Japan Island are quite oriental, the spiritual core is still very witchy.

"Okay, if you're not literate, you're not literate. Who is afraid of whom?"

The house witch was dissatisfied with the tongue, it is a pity. It seems that this fatty is not running away today.

But it's not a big problem. It's the Fairy King who fights anyway, and it's her who will bear the pain.

Dorothy silently assigned all the pain sensations in her body to her own martial spirit.

Well, Xiaosi, you have an unyielding spirit and are the best. Come on, the organization will not forget your efforts today.

However, what surprised the otaku witch was that after the oiran opposite adjusted the settings of the arena, she unexpectedly discovered that the duel rules had actually been modified to the maximum magic output limit of 50,000 mana.

"Ah this..."

The otaku witch scratched her head and looked at the oiran lady opposite with some doubts. When she saw the pleasant smile on Ibuki's face, she realized that she had been teased.

This evil oiran lady had just been released into the arena, and the whole battle was just to scare her.

Suddenly, the otaku witch breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time she couldn't help but tremble with anger. What happened to this world? Why are there all bad women...

Oh, I seem to be disdainful myself, so that’s okay.

Seeing the health bars of both sides appearing in the sky above the arena, and a five-second countdown between the two health bars, Dorothy shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

She glanced at the blood bar slightly, then frowned.

Because she discovered that the health bars of the two people were actually the same, both had around 80,000 blood.

This is obviously abnormal. Normally, the calculation rules for virtual blood volume in the arena are based on the physical attributes and magic power of the contestants.

1 mana magic power is almost equal to 1000 drops of blood, and the increase rate of physical attributes is calculated according to the traditional multiplier, that is, E1.D2.C4.B8.A16.S32...this range.

Dorothy's magic power is 5w mana, and her constitution is A, which is a 16-fold increase. Calculated, she has about 8w health.

But the Oiran opposite is the Peak Witch. Even if the arena stipulates that the magic output of both sides is about the same, the Peak Witch's six-dimensional attributes should normally be around SS. Therefore, with the same magic power, the opponent's health bar should normally be four times that of the Otaku Witch.

twice as much.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the other party is letting water go, no, it should be said that it is letting the sea go.

However, the otaku witch is not so ungrateful as to think that the other party looks down on her, and she doesn't even have to show her true abilities. After all, people still need to be self-aware. How can a little witch like her be brave enough to ask other people to ask for help from the peak witch?

Do your best for yourself.

On the contrary, Dorothy's favorability towards Miss Oiran has improved a lot. After all, the other party's irritation can be regarded as a kind of kindness. The eldest sister who can still retain her kindness despite the taunting of the Goblin King is definitely a good person.

ah.

"A dream comes true, Dorothy, please."

She thought for a while, and then followed the example of the previous Japanese witches. After reporting her inheritance and name, she took a battle-ready posture.

However, in the auditorium, at the table of witches, the future witch lady, who had no intention of dating and was concentrating on fishing and eating, was stunned when she heard the name of this familiar school. Then she raised her head in surprise and looked at the arena.

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Dream Isshin-ryu? Isn’t this the clown-sama’s swordsmanship style? What is the relationship between this Dorothy and the clown-sama?

Miss Ghostface's eyes became sharp.

........

"Hundred Demons One Sword Style is passed down, Ibuki Yugi, please join me."

The oiran lady opposite looked at the unruly little guy opposite who suddenly obeyed the rules. She shook her head. She was supposed to declare her inheritance because of the banquet rules and it was inconvenient for her to speak, so she simply waved the mace in her hand.

This line of text was engraved on the open space in front of me by the seemingly chaotic sword energy.

Then, she looked at the little guy with interest, waiting for her to make the first move.

Although she was indeed a little offended by this little guy's bad words before, she was not serious enough to argue with this little witch who was not even a fraction of her age. This time, she just hugged the bear.

It came from the idea of ​​teaching a lesson to the children.

Okay, I don’t have to look for an excuse. In fact, it’s just that her hands are itchy. After all, she hasn’t touched anyone for a long time.

Most of the Japanese devil witches are warlike in nature, and their desire and enthusiasm for fighting are not much worse than those of the dragon witches. However, as an oiran, Ibuki has not fought with anyone for a long time.

Firstly, this is to maintain the demeanor of the courtesan, and secondly, there is no one in this flower street who can make her want to fight.

But this is not a bad thing. Although not fighting for a long time, for the demon witch, it is like a succubus abstinence. She always feels that there is a fire burning in her heart. The longer she does not fight, the stronger the evil fire will be.

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But this is what Ibuki wants. She wishes that the fire in her heart can be stronger. Although the evil fire will hurt the body if it is too strong, it is not important. What is important is that the strong evil fire can also increase the power of evil spirits.

She longed for the day when her flames could subvert this decaying Japanese island and burn this disgusting place to ashes.

But now, that day is approaching, and the day when I can let go of my anger is not far away.

Because of this, she has not been as abstinent as before recently, and can indulge herself appropriately. Anyway, beating up a naughty child will not waste much anger.

It would be better to say that the naughty kid's bad words just now made the evil fire in her heart even more intense. She should vent the extra fire with her screams.

The evil oiran smiled and looked at the little witch opposite, thinking about how he would break her bones one by one later, and how he would listen to her wails.

Naughty children and other things are the most annoying.

After all, for the witch working on the Flower Street, children are not a beautiful thing, and she really doesn't like them very much.

.......

"Hey, Auntie, your eyes always make me feel weird. It reminds me of a certain evil dragon friend. I think you may be a little sick like her, but it doesn't matter. I cured my friend's disease. Now

I'll help you, auntie, to vent the fire. I am a professional in purging the fire."

Dorothy shivered. The look in the eyes of the oiran opposite reminded her of Senior Sister Mia, to be precise, the female tyrannosaurus in the Duel of the Magic Network, and then she remembered the time when she turned into Dorothy-chan every day.

days.
To be continued...