I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

Inside the confinement room, the bloody and brutal duel continued

Under the flashing red light, apart from the piercing alarm, the only sounds that could be heard were the clashing of swords, as well as the roars and cries of people.

This is no longer a duel.

It is a fight for life and death.

The blood stained the floor red, as well as Irene's clothes and skin, covering up the numerous scars, but she could no longer tell which ones belonged to her and which ones belonged to her opponent.

"The thirty-fourth..."

The canine fangs were pulled out of the opponent's neck, and Irene threw the unconscious challenger aside and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

After round after round of non stop fighting, she had more and more wounds on her body and was already dizzy from excessive blood loss.

If her body had not been transformed by the long-term use of the Gravisheath into a physique capable of absorbing the blood of others, she would probably not have been able to survive even twenty challengers.

However, even with the ability to suck blood, she was exhausted at this moment.

In just one hour, she defeated thirty-four challengers. Such an achievement was worthy of her strength, ranking third among the twelve people on the first page.

Although Sandalphon played a huge role in it, this was Irene's first time using it, her proficiency was basically zero, and her true strength was less than half of what it could display.

Being able to hold on until now is already a remarkable feat.

"This thing is quite useful, but it consumes too much star power."

The exhausted Irene stuck the knife into the ground and managed to keep her balance.

But the ferocious look in his eyes, like that of a trapped beast, did not weaken at all, and was even more alluring than before.

The wounded beast licked its wounds, revealing its sharp fangs. Even though it was at the end of its strength, it was still terrifying.

At this moment, the students present finally understood why this monster called "Vampire Princess" was feared by people.

"Give up, you can no longer fight."

Seeing the chess piece that once served him burst into a light that was stronger than ever before, even someone like Dirk felt a little sorry for her future fate.

However, this talent that he discovered personally chose to stand against him.

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Dirk said seriously: "If you are willing to surrender and choose to continue working under me, I can forgive your rudeness so far and even wipe out half of your debt."

"I've already come this far. Isn't it a little late to say this now?"

Irene spat out a mouthful of blood and raised her middle finger defiantly: "Eat shit, fat pig."

"Why would you risk your life for a stranger?" Dirk asked in confusion, "It seems like this is the first time you two have met. You don't even know if she is trustworthy."

Faced with this soul-stirring question, Irene was unable to answer for a moment.

Thinking about it now, she really had never doubted anything Miku Izayoi said from beginning to end.

Whether the purpose of coming to see her was to participate in the The Phoenix War Dance or to help her pay off her debts, she had no doubts and believed every word directly.

It's like I'm possessed.

Irene covered her face and couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps, she was really possessed.

When she and Priscilla sat in front of the TV and saw the figure shining like the sun on the stage, she, who lived in darkness, subconsciously piled all the beauty of the world on that figure.

Although she found out that Miku Izayoi true face was much worse than what she showed when they actually met, the impression she had when they first met could not be easily changed.

Irene laughed and said, "Well, there's no special reason. I just like her a thousand times more than you."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"It seems impossible to change your mind."

Dirk sighed regretfully: "Well, now you have to pay the price for your irresponsible choice."

Thus, the brutal round-robin battle began again.

The thirty-fifth, the thirty-sixth, the thirty-seventh...

The blood-soaked berserker wielded a huge silver sword and, with his broken body, defeated one enemy after another who dared to move forward.

Clearly, he was already at the end of his strength, and looked like a candle in the wind that could go out at any moment, but he did not take his last breath and stood upright on the battlefield.

Then came the thirty-eighth, the thirty-ninth, the fortieth...

"That's it."

The forty-first challenger, one of the twelve people from the first page of the Rewolf Black Institute, the eleventh-ranked man, grasped the sword that had lost its power.

He swung the huge hammer in his hand and smashed it towards Irene's forehead.

She was startled by a dull sound, and the exhausted Irene could no longer defend against the attack. Before she could even react, she was knocked away.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The pain in her body, the weakness in her muscles, the mental fatigue, and the accumulated exhaustion of forty people made her unable to even feel the existence of her body.

Her vision was obscured by the blood and everything in front of her became blurry. Irene was lying on the ground, with the Sandalphon in her hand falling powerlessly.

"She lost! Vampire Princess lost!"

"As expected, facing overwhelming numbers, even she would be defeated."

"I should have gone up earlier. Facing a vampire like this, I'm sure I can win."

It was not until she heard cheers all around that Irene gradually understood what had just happened.

"Did I...lose?"

As this realization came to her, a flame of unwillingness began to rise in her heart.

But her physical weakness made her unable to do anything.

"What are you doing?"

Just when she was about to close her eyes, an indifferent voice clearly rang in her ears: "Hurry up and keep fighting. Don't tell me that this is all your strength."

"I...I've already lost."

"You didn't lose, you just fell down. You just need to stand up again."

"I'm so tired..."

"But the enemy is still in front of you, Irene." The indifferent voice said, "Don't you still have things to protect? Stand up and continue fighting."

"Things that should be protected..."

In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Irene opened her eyes slightly as if she saw something.

Yes, she still has things she must protect.

So, we must not fall here.

"For me, and for your sister." There was a hint of expectation in the voice, "Go beyond your limits, Irene."

The pair of eyes that were about to close suddenly opened, revealing eyes that were completely dyed red with blood.

Under the gazes of many people who were either terrified or shocked, Irene picked up the Sandalphon beside her and slowly stood up with a trembling body.

Announces to the challengers that the duel will continue.

She hasn't lost yet.

This duel is not over yet.