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

Seeing Irene, who had fallen down, stand up again, this tragic scene made many people present feel uneasy.

The sneer on Dirk lips suddenly froze. He thought his goal was about to be achieved, but he didn't expect her to be so stubborn.

"Even if you stand up, you can only be knocked down again."

Looking at Irene who was on the verge of her limit but still managed to stand up, Dirk shook his head slightly: "To be honest, I don't know whether your new master wants to take you away or let you die here."

"It's rare that you and I have the same idea."

The corners of Irene's mouth twitched a few times, as if she was laughing: "But who made me get on this pirate ship? Now that things have come to this, I can only grit my teeth and hold on."

"How rude! Who are you calling a thief?" Miku Izayoi, who was standing in the back, said unhappily, "I don't like what you said. Take it back."

"Instead of arguing with me, why don't you go and urge your chairman to transfer the money to you?" Irene said weakly, "I don't even know how long I can hold on, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few seconds, don't let me down."

"Give up. There's no way the chairman of Queenvail Girl Academy would pay $900 million for you." Dirk interrupted, "It's been more than an hour since the first duel started, but you haven't received any response. This is enough to show that she is not willing to spend a lot of money for a small person like you."

"..."

"Haha, you've been completely used as a tool, Irene." Dirk sneered, "This is the price of blindly trusting others. In the end, Miku Izayoi gave nothing, but you lost everything."

Irene pursed her lips and gripped the hilt tightly.

Her heart wavered for a moment.

But, it was only for a moment.

"Hey, I can trust you, right?" she asked in a deep voice to the person behind her.

"Of course, I keep my word."

"very good."

After getting the answer, Irene took a deep breath, and a firm determination appeared in her eyes.

She raised the Sandalphon and squeezed the little remaining star power into it.

Fearlessly, he challenged this never-ending duel.

"You really are the best toy. It's a pity to break it like this."

Miku Izayoi smiled slightly, and a huge organ appeared behind her: "Just fighting seems boring, let me add some music to make the duel more interesting."

As soon as the words fell, jumping notes rang out from the Gabriel singer.

The piercing alarm sound disappeared for some reason.

The ethereal music seemed to be played deep in the soul.

At this moment, the depressing confinement room seemed to have turned into a quiet pond in the forest.

Deep, long-lasting, penetrating into people's hearts...

[Oh Please Don't Let Me Die]

[Waiting For Your Touch]

[No Don't Give Up On life]

[This Endless Dead End]

The song spirit stretched out its voice and sang a ballad that seemed to come from the distant abyss.

So soft, so cold.

It was like it had the power to freeze the soul, drawing out the chill in the bones.

Even though this is definitely not the time to appreciate music, some music lovers closed their eyes and savored the melody.

Irene's pupils contracted slightly.

She had no taste in music.

The reason for her surprise was simply because she felt a surge of power coming from nowhere rising up in her body and surging in her blood vessels.

The unknown force flowed through his body, mobilizing all the remaining strength in the body, and gathered the streams into a huge river.

The sad melody gradually became louder, and at the same time it brought life to Irene's dormant nerves.

The bone-gnawing pain and exhaustion from the long battle disappeared under the caress of the song, and the surging power surged through her body, causing her to tighten her grip on the greatsword in her hand.

The dried-up star power was replenished again, and with the infusion of power, Sandalphon light shone again.

Irene smiled happily.

The violent aura rose up as if it had substance, stinging the opponent's skin.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the surge of power in her body.

"Pretend!"

The challenger holding the sledgehammer sensed something was wrong, and before Irene could get used to the power, he took the initiative and launched an attack.

He wielded the hammer-shaped Orga Lux in his hand with great vigor, and with the strong wind pressure, he struck Irene who was standing there with all his strength without holding back.

"boom----!"

There was a solid feeling of being hit, and at the same time, the impact of the hammer shattered the floor beneath his feet, raising layers of debris.

The challenger took advantage of the victory and was about to swing the hammer for the second time, but found that he could not lift his weapon no matter what.

In the dust that obscured the eyes, a pair of eyes sparkling with blood suddenly opened.

It was not until then that the challenger discovered that a blood-stained hand was holding his hammer like a claw.

"That's it."

The voice of suppressed impulse came from the dust, setting off alarm bells in the challenger's heart.

However, before he could make any move, the sword blade with a purple glow split the smoke and dust, and hit him heavily.

Flying straight over Dirk head, the 41st challenger, the 11th of the 12 on the first page, landed awkwardly dozens of meters away.

He covered his bloody arm with a grim face, roared in pain, and completely lost his ability to fight.

"Next."

Irene stepped out of the dust, threw aside the hammer-shaped Orga Lux in her hand, and hooked her finger at the increasingly uneasy crowd.

Under Dirk increasingly gloomy eyes, the smile on her lips became more and more crazy.

The people behind Dirk exchanged glances and pushed each other, but no one dared to step forward to fight.

After all, a single sword could knock one of the twelve strongest men on the first page flying and make him lose his combat effectiveness. Such power is not something that these unknown trash like them can contend with head-on.

Even though this was partly due to the opponent's underestimation and failure to expect that Irene, who was obviously already exhausted, could have a second burst of energy, but losing is losing, and it was a loss without any face, and even the weapon was taken away by the opponent.

Although no one knows why Irene was able to recover her combat effectiveness, strength, speed, and even her star power seemed to have recovered a lot in such a short time, her record has made many people lose their will to fight.

"Silver Eye No. 3, you go ahead." Dirk said calmly, "It's just the power of the last gasp. It won't last long."

The Black Cat Agency is divided into two departments.

A black cat with golden eyes to the outside world, and a black cat with silver eyes to the inside world.

The Golden Eyes are mainly responsible for dirty work such as stealing intelligence, kidnapping and extortion, poisoning and drugging, while the Silver Eyes are responsible for suppressing dissatisfaction and resistance within the academy.

Although Gold Eyes and Silver Eyes are both members of the intelligence agency, every black cat in the Black Cat Agency is also a strong one among the Genestella.

Unlike the students, they were not trained for the The Phoenix War Dance, but to take lives.

But even an assassin would not be at any disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

They are Dirk death squad and his most important trump card.

"yes."

The man known as Silver Eyes No. 3 bowed slightly to his master.

He took out the dagger-shaped Orga Lux hidden in the shadows, stepped into the arena, and looked at Irene.

"Then let's finish this quickly."