Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 119: Mercenary Mission (Part-7)

"Woman..."

Nathaniel snarled, no longer bothering with words. His body surged forward as a long sword flashed into his hand.

Sword light erupted, filling the air with ruthless killing intent as he slashed straight toward Zora!

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

The Blue Ice Sword appeared in her grasp, its light swirling as she met his attack head-on without the slightest retreat.

Clang!

The blades collided, sparks bursting in all directions.

Nathaniel sneered—until his expression abruptly changed.

The force transmitted through the blades was no weaker than his own.

Comparable strength?

Zora’s gaze then sharpened.

Her mana surged violently.

"Shadow Kill!"

The Blue Ice Sword blazed with dazzling azure light as terrifying power erupted from its blade, slicing through the air with overwhelming force.

Nathaniel’s expression changed abruptly.

From the moment Zora’s attack surged forward, he felt it clearly—

Danger.

This was yellow-grade martial arts!

And not the entry-level kind.

Zora had only just entered the academy, yet she had already mastered high-level yellow-grade martial arts!

He knew how difficult it was to cultivate such techniques with only Sky Realm cultivation. Even more so, yellow-grade advanced techniques were rare to begin with. They were not something an ordinary student could casually obtain.

Nathaniel’s pupils shrank.

"Fire Cloud Sword!"

He no longer dared to hold back. His mana erupted as a yellow-grade intermediate martial art flared to life, crimson sword light blazing as he met Zora’s killing strike head-on!

Clang!

The two sword energies collided in midair.

Blue and red light intertwined violently, grinding against one another as their power devoured and resisted each other in a fierce stalemate.

For a moment, they were evenly matched.

Nathaniel’s face flushed an ugly purplish red.

His cultivation was indeed higher than Zora’s, but her martial arts far surpassed his own. Strength and technique canceled each other out, forcing them into balance.

Meanwhile, Zora’s red lips curved upward.

That smile—calm, confident, and faintly mocking—bloomed on her face again. "So... with these qualifications, you are planning to court me? So strong, indeed..."

Nathaniel’s heart skipped as a sudden, ominous unease crawled up his spine.

The next instant—

The blue sword energy surged.

It completely devoured the remaining power of the red sword light and continued forward without hesitation!

Though weakened, it still carried terrifying momentum.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock.

He hurriedly tried to retreat, twisting his body to evade, but the sword energy was faster than his escape.

Slash!

A streak of blue light tore past.

Nathaniel was sent flying, blood spraying through the air. His left shoulder split open, flesh and blood mangled, his arm nearly severed in half.

"Ah—!"

A scream ripped from his throat as he crashed heavily to the ground.

His face drained of all color as he stared at Zora in horror.

He could hardly believe it.

A newcomer.

A spirit warrior in the mid Sky Realm had injured him to this extent?

Standing before her, Nathaniel felt absurdly weak.

Those eyes—

They looked calm, cold, and sovereign, as if she were born to stand above others, while the rest could only bow.

Zora walked toward him unhurriedly, her steps light yet oppressive. Her exquisite face carried a trace of ridicule, her tone calm and sharp.

"So what now?" she said lightly, "Now that your plan to kill me as failed?"

The words struck harder than any blade.

Nathaniel’s face burned. Shame and humiliation flooded his chest as he realized how miserably he had lost—right in front of a freshman.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the clash between Alaric Von Seraph and Julian remained deadlocked.

Their strengths were comparable.

Though Alaric Von Seraph enjoyed the academy’s cultivation resources, Julian had tempered himself through constant bloodshed in the White Mountains. Neither could overpower the other in a short time.

On the other side, Raphael had completely suppressed his opponent, the outcome already decided.

Only Sylvandria was struggling.

Her movements were constrained, her expression strained. Her opponent deliberately targeted her weaknesses, pressing her relentlessly and forcing her into retreat.

Anger and helplessness flickered across her delicate face.

Gentle as water, she ended up the most vulnerable against such shameless and aggressive foes. For beauties like her, rogues were indeed the hardest enemies to face. However, she didn’t expect Zora to fare worse than her.

Julian’s original plan had been clear and vicious. Capture Zora and Sylvandria, force Alaric Von Seraph and Raphael into a helpless position, and in the process recover his lost face.

It should have been flawless.

Yet no one had expected the variable called Zora.

Not only did Nathaniel fail to restrain her, but he was, instead, seriously injured by her hand. With one man crippled, their entire formation collapsed, and the advantage instantly shifted.

Raphael’s eyes shone with shock and admiration. Zora’s combat power was far beyond what any ordinary newcomer should possess.

Even among the academy’s special enrollees, few could display such terrifying battlefield dominance.

Without hesitation, Zora turned and moved to support Sylvandria.

A team meant exactly that.

Seeing Zora arrive, Sylvandria finally let out a quiet breath of relief.

Facing that despicable opponent alone had been exhausting, both physically and mentally.

Alaric Von Seraph’s gaze was icy as frost. His voice cut through the battlefield like a blade.

"You’ve lost."

This battle was already decided.

Julian had not lost to Alaric Von Seraph directly, but to the collapse of his own people.

Julian’s expression darkened like storm clouds. Black light churned in his eyes as he stared at Alaric Von Seraph unwillingly. "You were lucky this time."

That fuc*ing trash Nathaniel.

A single weak link had shattered an otherwise perfect plan, costing him another defeat at Alaric Von Seraph’s hands.

Unwilling yet powerless, Julian withdrew his aura. There was no longer any reason to continue.

Before leaving, he turned and cast a deep, cold glance at Zora, then waved his hand sharply.

"Withdraw!"

As Julian’s group retreated, Alaric Von Seraph and Raphael immediately moved to Zora and Sylvandria’s side.

"Are you alright?"

Alaric Von Seraph asked, his sharp features still cold, yet his tone carried unmistakable concern.

Zora shook her head lightly, then turned her gaze to Sylvandria.

Since Julian’s appearance, Sylvandria had been visibly shaken. Though physically unharmed, the damage to her heart was clear.

Alaric Von Seraph stepped closer to Sylvandria. His voice, usually cold and distant, softened.

"With me here, you don’t need to worry."

The moment the words fell, Sylvandria’s eyes lit up as if dawn had broken through a long night. Alaric Von Seraph was her sun, dispelling the shadows in her heart.

"Senior... thank you."

Her delicate face was still pale, mist clinging to her lashes like rain on pear blossoms. Fragile, beautiful, and heartbreakingly pitiful.

Even Zora, herself a woman, felt a tug in her chest.

Beautiful women crying were always dangerous weapons.

Raphael’s eyes curved with charm as he turned to Zora. "Zora, I truly didn’t expect your combat strength to be this terrifying. You’ve completely refreshed everyone’s understanding."

Crossing realms to defeat an opponent, and doing so so swiftly—this was no ordinary talent.

He could not help but wonder how the two mentors had discovered such a hidden gem.

Zora’s demeanor relaxed, the tension fading from her shoulders. Her rosy lips curved into a playful, enchanting smile.

"You flatter me."

That mischievous spark in her expression made Raphael’s eyes brighten. This woman was dangerously hard to dislike.

As Alaric Von Seraph quietly spoke with Sylvandria, Zora and Raphael stepped aside, giving them space.