Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 93: Life and Death Duel (Part-2)

General Ronald’s brows furrowed deeply. Only now did he truly see how sharp Zora’s edge was. She gave no room at all for refutation.

"For General Helius’s sake, I’ll give you one last chance," General Ronald said in a low, commanding tone. "Apologize to Serestia and hand over the Bone Cleansing Potion as compensation. I will spare your life today and cancel the life-and-death duel!"

His words were domineering, carrying an unquestionable authority. If not for Zora’s identity, he would never have wasted so many words.

Serestia clenched her fists in unwillingness.

She had wanted to use today’s duel to kill Zora outright. But since her father had intervened, she could only swallow that resentment for now.

Still, as long as Zora handed over the Bone Cleansing Potion, once they entered the academy, she would have countless ways to kill her.

Everyone’s gaze turned to Zora.

This was indeed a tempting offer. A single Bone Cleansing Potion, no matter how precious, was nothing compared to one’s life.

In the nearby restaurant, Second Prince, Damien Moonstone, spoke slowly, "In my opinion, Zora will agree. A Bone Cleansing Potion isn’t worth dying for."

Prince Philip shook his head faintly. "That’s not her character. She won’t agree."

After so long, he had come to understand this new Zora somewhat. The more someone tried to pressure her, the more stubbornly she resisted.

Her pride was carved into her bones.

"That woman is really lucky," Icarus muttered through clenched teeth. "General General Ronald is actually willing to cancel the duel."

Though Prince Philip claimed Luna had died at the hands of demonic beasts, he never truly believed it. In his heart, Luna’s death had to be connected to Zora.

Thinking of how the girl he once trampled on without a second thought was now shining brilliantly made his chest burn with resentment.

Jasmine’s eyes were also filled with venomous hatred.

That damned Zora... how dare she live so well!

"No matter," Jasmine muttered darkly. "The assassins I hired have already arrived. Even if Serestia doesn’t kill her on the life-and-death stage, she won’t survive tonight."

Luna, her most beloved daughter, was dead.

Yet Zora was still alive, stealing all the glory that should have belonged to Luna. How could she accept this?

On the life-and-death stage, Zora lifted her chin slightly. Her smile bloomed like a flower, but her gaze was sharp as a blade.

"I’ll give you a chance as well, General General Ronald," she said calmly. "As long as Serestia kneels in front of me and apologizes, I’ll spare her life."

Her words rang out loud and clear, arrogant to the extreme, steeped in madness and domineering pride.

Even with General Ronald standing before her, Zora did not give him the slightest face.

A sharp intake of breath rippled through the crowd at her words.

No one had expected her to be this reckless.

Facing an opponent stronger than herself, she still dared to speak so wildly, even demanding that Serestia beg her for mercy, and that too on her knees?

A woman apologizing on his knees is different than a man. In the society they live in, a woman kneeling in front of a stranger, and not the Emperor, in public, is the same as her entire family kneeling to the person. It was straight-up humiliation.

And Zora never wanted to forgive Serestia, not because of some arrogant words or something. But because she was merely tired of being targeted over and over again, just because she had been less aggressive until she was pushed to the corner.

"You..."

As expected, General Ronald’s face instantly turned iron-blue. Zora had slapped his dignity to the ground without hesitation.

"Father!" Serestia shouted angrily. "She’s the kind who won’t cry until she sees her coffin. Why waste words on her? Let me kill her directly!"

This time, General Ronald did not object.

He had only made that offer earlier out of concern for Zora’s identity. Since she clearly refused to accept goodwill, there was no need for restraint.

General Ronald flicked his sleeve and stepped down from the martial stage.

"Sera," he said coldly, "perform well."

Hearing this, Serestia’s expression lit up with excitement. She stared at Zora with blatant smugness.

This was all Zora’s fault. She had been blind and arrogant. Today, Serestia would end her in front of everyone.

"Zora," Serestia sneered as she pulled a long whip from her waist, "prepare to die!"

Zora’s expression remained calm. "Same boring words... whatever..."

With a flick of her wrist, an icy blue sword appeared in her hand.

In the next second, a chilling aura radiated outward as frost-like light shimmered along the blade. This was the weapon she had purchased at the auction for over a hundred thousand gold coins.

Its sharpness needed no explanation, and the ice attribute embedded within made it even more lethal in battle.

After careful examination, Zora had already confirmed that this sword lived up to its reputation. It was truly an exceptional weapon.

Seeing this, Prince Damien turned to Philip in astonishment.

"You were right, brother," he said softly. "She really refused. Looks like brother indeed knows his former fiancée more than anyone."

Philip smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Zora isn’t as simple as we once thought. Everyone thinks this duel is an impulsive act on her part, but I believe she’s already prepared."

"You think she can defeat Serestia?" Prince Damien widened his eyes in disbelief. "Is she really that strong?"

"She remained calm even when facing the Gale Wolf," Prince Philip replied. "That alone tells you she can’t be judged by appearances."

Hearing this, Prince Damien felt a stir of anticipation.

Meanwhile, a cruel smile spread across Icarus’s face. In his eyes, Zora was simply rushing toward her own death.

On the stage, Zora lifted her gaze and smiled faintly at Serestia.

"I’ll give you one last chance," she said calmly. "As long as you beg for mercy, I’ll let you live. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Serestia snorted in contempt.

"Zora, you’re truly delusional. Look at your own strength before talking big. You want me to beg for mercy?" Her eyes flashed viciously. "I’ll personally send you to hell!"

Without another word, Serestia lashed out.

The long whip sliced through the air, snapping toward Zora’s face with ferocious speed.

Zora’s eyes sharpened.

A cold glint flashed through them as she, too, charged forward with the Blue Ice Sword in hand.

Crack!

The whip struck down where Zora had been standing, but she bent her body sharply, narrowly evading the attack.

At the same time, her figure surged forward like a phantom, rapidly closing the distance between herself and Serestia.

Her weapon was a sword.

To unleash its true power, she had to fight at close range.

Only then could she truly kill.

Serestia immediately sensed Zora’s intent on turning it into a close combat, which is naturally disadvantageous to her as she uses a long whip.

Her expression tightened as the long whip in her hand accelerated, cracking through the air again and again. Whip shadows overlapped, dense as rain, sealing off every path of advance and forcing Zora back.

Zora showed no hesitation.

The Blue Ice Sword flashed as she swung it straight toward the incoming whip!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sharp collision of metal rang out repeatedly. Sword and whip collided head-on, neither side yielding an inch. The clash of forces sent shockwaves rippling across the stage.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd.