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I'd like to have a fruitful discussion with you, Madam, about things that aren't related to this battle.

There's no need for that.

I'll just kill you right now.

You're fast!

But not fast enough.

She deflected my shot with her blade?

That black-haired kid has a good read on my movements.

Tsk... Looks like their plan is to harass me with sniper shots, and then predict my movements while blocking me off.

Sorry, Madam. I can pretty much predict all your possible moves. All I need to do is block you off a bit.

This way, you'll never be able to close the gap. So, which do you prefer? Sharp arrows, explosive bolts, or heavy spikes?

Looks like you really came here prepared.

But when a chessmaster finishes his preparations, he's assuming that his opponent will be playing the other color.

(Wait, why is my powder still sticking to her body...?)

(So that's what's going on, I see...)

I'm not good with the theoretical stuff like you, but I simply come prepared for everything.

Your chessboard cannot contain me, brat. I am no chess piece. I am Lungmen's blade.

Hmm...

The line between bravery and stupidity is fine indeed.

Or were you planning to pull out some kind of trump card? If I remember correctly, I've never seen you use that other sword of yours in combat.

Surely it's not just there for decoration, right?

Hah.

This sword was not meant to be drawn against the likes of you.

You aren't worth of it, no matter what.

However, you must pay for your sins, for all you've done to the innocent people of Lungmen and Chernobog.

Right here, right now.

This belongs to you now.

I don't need it.

Well, just treat it as a loan.

Are you not afraid?

Afraid of what? You turning against me?

Yes.

No, I am not.

Why's that?

Because I am not scared of death.

This is no ordinary weapon. You'll gradually come to understand it.

Do not waste its power on trivial things. A dragonslaying sword shall only be unsheathed against a worthy enemy.

Who you choose to draw this sword upon is entirely up to you.

(...This sword is still hibernating.)

(You still refuse to be unsheathed even in this situation...)

(But right now, Chi Xiao, you must drink their blood!)

第六关（后）

It's your turn to move.

If you can kill me here, all of my forces will collapse.

It would be such a pity if you refused to even have a chat with me. Please, come kill me - if you can, that is.

Madam Ch'en!

The enemy's attacks are too overwhelming! We can't afford to drag this out any longer!

The situation is quite straightforward - only one of us will survive.

I promise to keep my last words short, Madam, as long as you can make me say them.

Do you think yourself a martyr?

Nobody will remember you after you die. Being dead and being respected are two completely different matters. What matters is what you've done in life, not how you die.

I obviously wish for nothing more than to play with worthwhile foes, and then to die a worthwhile death.

But I don't think you'll be able to help me fulfill my desires after all. You will suffer a terrible defeat, Madam. Now it's my turn to point out the situation that you're in.

Your confidence was built upon the fall of Chernobog.

But this isn't Chernobog, nor is this the ruthless land of Ursus.

The mighty Lungmen will not fall into the hands of scum like you.

Well said.

Faust.

I know.

GROOAAAAAR!!

Was that a slash? N-no, impossible! Could this be... Arts?!

Back off.

What... How can this be?

(Groans in anguish)

Don't be afraid!

It won't hurt you. There's no need to be afraid.

UNNGGHHH...

Phew...

(He's too far. It's only going to get harder for me to close the gap. I'm at a disadvantage if this drags out.)

Your skills are formidable.

You used your Arts to detonate Faust's attack in advance, and broke through my formation. Your blade even cut through my guard's neck and almost reached me.

If I had let you come a few steps closer, you would have cut me in half. Not even Faust would've been able to stop you.

You won't be so lucky next time.

Unfortunately, there won't be a next time. Your secret has been exposed, Madam.

You've heard the saying - never try the same trick twice. You can't fool your audience again after the secret comes out.

The distance between us is greater than your Arts' range, isn't it?

The rooftop is only so big. You don't have much room to move back.

How much closer can you get?

Faust, show her what real Arts are.

I know your position all too well. An exposed sniper poses no...

You...

You are remarkable, Madam Ch'en. Are you able to cut through any shot fired at you? Just like before, I could barely even see your movements.

Sniper, I was attacked by you and someone from 3 o'clock simultaneously. But there's nobody in that direction.

I doubt you're that kind of caster.

There's no need for you to try to guess, Officer. You won't figure it out.

Tsk.

Now, how many shots will you be able to deflect? Ten? Forty? A hundred?

But, how about the shrapnel? The blast? What about the Arts inside?

Are you able to stop all of it?

Nonsense.

Then, let's keep going!

Officer, I know what you are. My Originium Arts only work on the Infected.

I don't care.

Don't you know that you're only going to become his pawn, to be discarded when you've served your purpose?

You can have those words back.

We will give you a chance. Lungmen will not.

Madam Ch'en, I'm afraid we'll have to make our way down! We can't deal with the enemy's fierce attacks!

(Tsk... As soon as I want to move, the sniper will attack me from all directions. Just how is he doing that...?)

(I can neutralize his ranged attacks, but if I let him keep wearing me down, I won't last long.)

(I'll have to seize victory in a single decisive moment...!)

I don't care what you have to say. I don't have time to listen to your blathering.