Lillith - Chapter 29 - Critical Confrontation

This episode is part of the double episode (28/29)
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Stellar advanced toward Nyx.

Her leap was sharp and precise. Her legs cut through the air brutally, aiming exactly at the base of Nyx’s spine.

But Nyx was no ordinary enemy.

She sensed Stellar approaching, even while still fighting Armand. As if time slowed down, she bent smoothly and then spun her torso backward, raising her hips and propelling her body in an arc.

She performed a movement resembling a backflip, but with much more controlled center of gravity. It was as if she flew over Stellar’s extended leg.

Stellar’s heel passed just centimeters from Nyx’s eyes, so close that the silver strands of the hunter’s hair brushed her forehead.

Nyx landed lightly, eyes alert.

Stellar, who hadn’t expected such a precise dodge, followed through with her momentum and continued flying toward Armand.

She would have broken every bone if she were alone.

But she wasn’t.

Armand stepped back two smooth paces, dodging the kick. When Stellar fell from her miscalculated dodge, he bent slightly, knees curved, and caught her firmly with both arms, preventing her from touching the ground.

Her body leaned lightly, one leg still raised, arms relaxed.

Armand held her as if they were dancing.

Time froze for Stellar.

She, the cold hunter. The woman who never trembled before black magic, torture, or death—a feared witch hunter.

But now\... she was in his arms, a beau.

Her face flushed slightly. Eyes wide open. Mouth half-open. The great hunter did not seem like herself.

She couldn’t move. Her brain erased all combat protocols. Her posture stiffened. Totally vulnerable. No reaction.

Armand noticed something strange in her eyes, but he had no time to think.

Nyx wouldn’t let a scene like that last.

She raised her hand, palm facing forward, as if about to cast a simple spell.

But the magic circle appeared without warning. A black orb, crackling with purple energy, shot straight at the two.

The sphere flew with force. Its trail in the air made the atmosphere vibrate. An explosion was inevitable.

Armand understood.

There was no time to lower Stellar.

If he tried to release and jump away, it wouldn’t be enough.

So he did the only thing he could.

He hugged Stellar tightly, turning his body with his back to the attack.

Stellar’s face, already emotionally locked, almost collapsed now. The heat of Armand’s body pressed against hers, his chin near her head, the squeeze of his arms—everything was too much. “What the hell is he doing?!” she wondered.

He stopped breathing for a second.

The impact came.

The magic sphere hit Armand’s back with an explosive sound. The energy enveloped both in an aura of intense purple light, swirling like a hurricane.

A small shockwave swept the surrounding area.

Nyx smiled seeing the hit.

“It’s over.”
she whispered softly.

Dense smoke covered the center of the arena.

Silence.

Then... something cut through the air.

Stellar’s staff.

It flew out of the smoke like a missile, spinning in a spiral with absurd force. Nyx tilted her head at the last moment. The staff passed centimeters from her head.

Stellar was right behind.

Like a silver lightning bolt, she broke through the smoke with a devastating impulse. Her body looked like it had been launched by a catapult.

She landed a straight punch to Nyx’s stomach.

The impact sound was dry, muffled.

“THUM!”

Nyx bent forward, her whole body compressing.

Before she could react, Stellar used her left knee to strike the opponent’s chin. The blow lifted Nyx’s body upward, her face thrown backward.

And then a direct kick between the legs. Almost like muscle memory.

Nyx was thrown far.

Her body spun once in the air before falling on her back to the ground, sliding several meters. With a quick move, she braked with her feet and got up.

Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She spat on the ground.

The metallic taste filled her mouth.

“She’s fast...”
she whispered, smiling with cut lips.

Nyx snapped her fingers.

At the same instant, several runes appeared floating around her. Magical circles of different colors spun like planets in orbit. Reds, blues, browns, purples.

The runes rotated at high speed, hissing through the air.

Armand appeared, emerging from the side of the smoke, unharmed.

His eyes were calm.

Nyx frowned.

“You... still standing?!”

She raised her hand.

The runes began to shoot.

Brown runes launched sharp stones, like shards of raw crystal.

The red ones wrapped these stones with flames, creating fiery projectiles.

The blue ones emitted blasts of cold wind, thickening the air and making movement difficult.

A true bombardment of multiple elements.

Armand advanced.

With precise steps, he dodged each shot with frightening fluidity.

The first flaming stone passed close by his shoulder. He leaned his torso backward.

A blast of ice came from below. He jumped lightly.

Another sharp stone came from above. He spun his body in a spiral, escaping by millimeters.

It was like a dance.

Armand’s hands drew symbols in the air. His fingertips left blue trails with each movement.

A magic was being written.

When he finished the last stroke, Armand pushed his palms forward.

The channeled energy expanded in an invisible arc.

From the center of the field, a wall began to rise.

A wall of pure mana.

It crossed the arena from one side to the other, solid as steel but transparent as magical glass.

Nyx’s runes collided with the wall.

And vanished.

One by one, the magical circles disappeared, like candles blown out by the wind.

But that wasn’t all.

On the opposite side, some runes on the ground also began to dissolve.

Trap runes.

Runes Armand himself had prepared during the fight.

The magic wall deactivated everything.

It was a magic of absolute suppression.

Nyx’s eyes widened.

“He... nullified all the runes?!”

Her aura of superiority faltered for a moment.

Armand took another step.

For the first time in the confrontation, it was Armand who advanced.

The arena floor vibrated beneath his steps. A thin layer of dust rose around his feet. His eyes, once bluish-gray, now held a swirling purple mist at the edges of the iris. The violet glow pulsed in sync with his breath.

Stellar moved with him.

There was no more hesitation. The two now fought as a single unit.

Nyx faced them directly, eyes half-lidded but focused. She recognized it—that light in Armand’s eyes.

Temporal magic.

“Fractured Vision?”
she whispered with a smirk.

It wasn’t a magic to foresee the future. It was more technical. He could see milliseconds ahead... while forcing his brain to process the images in real time. The result was simple: every incoming attack appeared slower. Real time ceased to be absolute. For Armand, everything around him moved in slow motion.

And he wielded it with mastery.

The first punch was crisp, aimed straight at Nyx’s face. She moved her head back out of instinct.

But Armand was already crouching, shifting his weight onto his heels.

At that exact moment, Stellar appeared above him. Her legs cut through the air brutally. The jump was short, but executed with mathematical precision.

Her heel struck the right side of Nyx’s face with a muffled crack.

“THUMP!”

Nyx stumbled back half a step, stunned.

Armand twisted his torso and launched an uppercut. His fist traveled in a clean arc, striking Nyx’s chin, lifting her slightly off the ground from the impact. Her jaw popped. Her mouth flew open.

The next instant, Stellar came down with her right foot in a descending kick aimed squarely at the top of Nyx’s skull.

“CRACK!”

Nyx’s face slammed into the ground. The impact was so brutal that a fracture split across the arena floor.

Armand snapped his fingers, conjuring a focused blast of downward wind.

The force pressed Nyx even harder against the ground, burying her deeper into the makeshift crater. Debris shot up as if the arena were collapsing.

And then... one more strike.

Stellar spun one leg, propelled by the very wind Armand had created, and landed a side kick. The blow hit Nyx at the waist, sending her body flying sideways.

She soared like a ragdoll.

She tumbled across the rough floor of the arena.

Silence.

But something was wrong.

Armand didn’t lower his guard.

Stellar didn’t move either, eyes locked on the body.

And then it happened.

While the body still rolled across the ground, Nyx vanished. Literally disappeared, as if swallowed by her own shadow. A black, viscous flash.

Seconds later, she reappeared behind Stellar.

Her right hand open, aiming straight for the hunter’s head.

Stellar sensed the presence. She spun instinctively, leaning forward. The attack missed her head by mere inches.

Nyx frowned.

“You felt that?”

Stellar didn’t answer. She was already counterattacking.

She stomped the ground firmly, bending her knee. She prepared to explode toward Nyx at full speed. But—

Nyx extended her hand to the side and twisted her wrist.

In the same second, Stellar’s body was violently flung to the right.

She bounced three times across the ground like a tossed ragdoll.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

Each impact rattled her body until she dug in her heels, sliding to a halt with difficulty.

She rose with a furious expression, breathing heavy, already preparing to charge again. Armand and Nyx were already back at it, exchanging blows at high speed.

But Stellar stopped.

Something was pulling her left arm.

She looked to the side.

Vines.

Wrapped tightly. Thin but strong branches, green with golden veins, gripped her wrist, yanking with brutal force.

Her eyes followed the vines upward.

And froze.

There he was.

The man she had destroyed earlier.

The same one whose only testicle she had completely crushed.

He was standing.

“How\...?”
Stellar whispered in disbelief.

He pulled harder. Stellar was dragged half a step forward.

She tried to cut the vines with her free hand using magic, but the branches pulsed with anti-mana. A rare variation of enchanted plant.

“Even after I destroyed your only ball... you can still use magic...?”

Stellar was in shock.

The fight between Armand and Nyx, meanwhile, continued at a frantic pace. Nyx was circling Armand, as if analyzing every inch of the terrain, her eyes scanning for tactical advantages.

She suddenly stopped and slid forward, throwing her leg in a horizontal motion, aiming for a quick sweep.

Armand reacted instantly.

His feet flexed, knees bending with measured precision, and he jumped lightly to avoid the attack. But before he even reached the peak of his jump, Armand’s eyes caught something crucial: Nyx, already ascending, was reaching her arm upward.

“She’s trying to catch me in midair…” he realized.

Quickly, Armand turned his palm toward himself and conjured a small barrier of compressed wind. The barrier detonated in a directional blast, throwing his body sideways as if hit by an invisible wall.

Nyx’s eyes widened.

“He changed his trajectory midair… by using wind against himself?!”

She landed gracefully and rolled forward, spinning as she rose with fluid motion, adjusting her hair and eyeing her opponent with narrowed eyes.

“Damn it, this guy’s really hard to deal with!”

She knew she needed to get more creative. She raised one arm high, channeling an object summoning spell.

A massive cube appeared, floating above her hand, weathered wood, reinforced with rusted metal plates on the sides. It was large enough to crush someone.

“Why is she conjuring a box?” Armand murmured to himself, puzzled.

Without hesitation, she hurled the object at him. The box spun through the air, groaning and whistling against the wind.

Armand stepped aside and extended his left hand, launching a small pinpoint explosion. The blast hit the wooden box dead-on, shattering it into dozens of floating shards.

That was the moment Nyx revealed her true intention.

With both arms raised, palms pressed together, she had already conjured a **focused beam of light**, an offensive spell that channeled energy into a straight line, capable of piercing through solid rock.

“Now!” she thought.

Armand, still finishing the movement of his explosion, wouldn’t have time to conjure a defense of equal strength.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The blinding white beam struck Armand’s open palm. A dazzling flash flooded the battlefield. But…

There was no impact.

The light… simply **vanished**.

Nyx blinked. “It was absorbed?! How?!”

She clenched her teeth, grinding in frustration.

“Who the hell is this guy?!”

With adrenaline surging, she charged forward.

Her feet pounded the floor in perfect rhythm as her body accelerated.

“Impressive. Now I understand what Eliza told me about you!”

Those words hit Armand like an invisible projectile.

**"Eliza?"**

His expression changed in an instant. Eyes wide.

That millisecond of distraction... was all Nyx needed, even if unintentional.

Her body dove downward, and in one clean, almost balletic motion, she dropped into a **perfect split**, sliding across the arena floor.

Her pelvis hit the ground, but she showed no sign of pain.

Right there, directly in front of her… were the two big buttons to win a fight.

She closed her fist slowly, cruelly.

“Time for revenge…”

Her fist arced upward in a flawless vertical path.

**Uppercut.**

The strike landed with surgical precision, crushing **Armand’s right testicle** between Nyx’s merciless fist and his own pelvic bone.

The impact echoed.

Armand staggered back five steps. His eyes glazed over. His mouth opened in a muffled groan that started deep…

“Uhhhhnnnnn…”

...and ended in a chilling silence.

His knees buckled.

He dropped to one knee.

Nyx let out a smug chuckle as she dusted off her pant leg.

“Ahhh… being a woman is such a gift…”

She began walking toward him slowly.

Her hips swayed ever so slightly with each step.

Armand tried to conjure something.

His hand lit up…

But the glow vanished.

“Eliza’s gonna love this…”

Nyx stopped in front of him.

She extended her open hand, like a maternal caress.

“…good night, big balls.”

Her palm gently touched the center of his forehead.

Armand’s eyes rolled back, and his body collapsed sideways.


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"No!"

The scream tore from Stellar's throat.

She saw with absolute clarity the punch rise from Nyx's shadow, the hand clenching and her fist crushing Armand's vulnerable region like a brutal hammer hitting fragile glass. Stellar knew that scene too well. She had caused that same collapse countless times. Had witnessed the exact same reaction over and over.

Armand's body reacted in the exact way she feared.

His eyes bulged. His knees gave out. His face went from warrior to broken in the blink of an eye. And in moments, he collapsed.

Stellar’s mind ignited.

She turned with pure fury in her eyes, locking onto the man in black who was still standing, still using magic, still daring to remain conscious after everything she had done to his damned balls.

Her arm was still tangled in the vines, but she didn’t care. With a scream that seemed to come from the depths of her gut, she yanked with brutal force at the tangled mass binding her.

The vines snapped, and the spell broke.

The man, still magically connected to the vines, was pulled like an out-of-control projectile. He flew toward Stellar, trying to spread his legs to regain footing and stop the momentum.

Fatal mistake.

Stellar, already spinning her body, slammed the top of her foot between his legs with the force of someone putting the full weight of her body into the strike.

"THUD!"

The dry sound echoed like a war drum.

The vine spell shattered completely.

The man screamed. Loudly.

"AaaaaaaAAAHHHHhh!"

Stellar didn’t stop.

She grabbed his neck with her right arm, anchoring her body over his like a hunter over prey. She brought her knee up, smashing the same spot again.

"Ugh!"

The second hit was more direct, precise, cruel.

She did it again.

"Thud!"

And again.

"Thud!"

The man wasn’t even screaming anymore. He just trembled. His face was frozen, his mouth forming a silent O.

Tears streamed from his eyes.

Stellar didn’t stop.

One more.

"Thud!"

And another.

"THUD!"

Until finally...

"Pop!"

The sound was muffled, but unmistakable.

The man’s body shivered like a leaf in the wind.

Stellar drove her knee up two more times, even though she knew the ball was already destroyed.

Then she shoved him away like a useless sack of sand.

He hit the ground like a doll.

His breathing came in spasms.

Mouth open.

Eyes glazed.

Only tears flowing.

His mind seemed to have gone blank.

But there was still a mission to complete.

Stellar turned instantly, locking eyes on Armand and Nyx.

Armand was on the ground, unmoving.

Nyx, victorious, was already beginning to approach his body.

Stellar ran at full speed.

Her feet hammered the arena floor. She was pure instinct.

But before she could reach the witch, something hit her.

An invisible force field formed above her, pressing down with overwhelming vertical force.

Stellar was slammed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her face scraped the concrete.

She tried to rise, but it felt like the sky itself was crushing her.

Nyx turned slowly, her eyes calmly shifting to the side. Her hand casually raised, creating the force field.

She looked at the fallen man.

His hands were between his legs.

"Pffnh... men..."

She rolled her eyes.

The tone was pure contempt.

Nyx crouched.

She grabbed Armand’s arm carelessly.

She began to drag him.

His head bumped softly over the uneven ground, like a deactivated puppet.

In the VIP booth, Emma, Celestina, and Lillith watched it all, powerless.

Emma banged her fists on the glass.

"No! No!"

She whispered, her eyes full of tears.

Nyx walked slowly toward the man still squirming.

"Honestly, losing twice to that weakling..."

She nudged him with her foot.

"A mage at your level?... Balls really are a curse, huh."

The man only let out a groan.

"Hey! Come on, get up. She should be healed again by now, you can already open the portal!"

"I can’t..."

The voice came out weak, suffocated.

Nyx crossed her arms.

"Ugh, what a crybaby. Let’s go. We need to get out of here. I already got what we came for."

She raised her arm, pointing at the unconscious Armand.

"Uhn... my balls..."

Nyx mocked his voice.

"Aww, my balls, uhhh my balls, my little balls, bla bla bla! Is that the only thing you know how to say? Every damn day!"

She gave another light kick to his shoulder.

Come on. What she did isn’t even worse than what Eliza or I do to that stupid sphere every day!

The man only groaned.

"Uhnn..."

"Come on, get up!"

She bent down, yanking his arm impatiently.

Come on, open the portal before I make your magic come out of that soft sack by force!

The man squinted his eyes.

With visible effort, he opened his hands.

A magic circle expanded in the air.

The portal was active.

"No! No, no, no!!!"

Emma screamed from the booth, firing spells at the door in a frantic sequence.

Breaking spells.

Push spells.

Short explosions.

Nothing worked.

Lillith and Celestina only watched.

The portal grew, pulsing in blue and violet.

Nyx entered, dragging Armand.

The man followed right after, still limping.

"No! NO! NOOOOO!!!"

Emma fell to her knees.

The spells she had cast ricocheted and exploded against the wall.

Lillith ran to her.

"EMMA!"

She grabbed the redhead by the shoulders.

But Emma was already crying.

Kneeling on the floor.

Without strength.

Without direction.

The tears fell in silence.

Then...

A faint **metallic click**...

With Nyx gone and the spell lifted, the room’s doors finally opened.