Original God: Start with Qiuqiu, become stronger with food and beauties

"Hahahaha - what's the difference between this and directly acquitting me? Are you sure you want this little girl to be my opponent?" The criminal laughed with a look of disdain on his face.

Clorinde stared at the criminal in front of her quietly, a flicker of contempt in her eyes. She secretly estimated the other party's strength, thinking it was only one percent of the level of her master's dragon lizard. Such an opponent would be a piece of cake for her.

Then Villette asked, "So... do you want to request a change of opponent?" He looked away from the criminal and looked at Clorinde, as if looking forward to her reaction.

The criminal answered without hesitation: "Of course not. Freedom is given to me, so I would rather refuse it." He smiled triumphantly, as if he had already seen the scene of himself regaining his freedom.

Villette nodded slightly, then returned his gaze to Clorinde. He knew the girl's experience and abilities well, and knew she would be able to handle it. He wasn't surprised by the criminal's disdain, because in his opinion, this fight was a foregone conclusion.

The criminal stared at Clorinde fiercely and said, "Little girl, it will be over soon. Uncle will love you well." His tone was full of threats and vulgarity.

However, Clorinde responded expressionlessly: "[Very soon? Then you are really a loser.]" Her voice was cold and firm, making people look at her sideways.

Clorinde had just finished speaking when her brow furrowed in a frown, a wave of confusion welling up in her heart. She couldn't understand why those words had just flowed out of her mouth so spontaneously, as if completely out of control. But she didn't dwell on it too much, instead refocusing her attention on the criminal before her.

The criminal's face instantly darkened upon hearing Clorinde's words. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the first time in my life that someone has insulted me like this... I'll slowly torture you to death, leaving you no chance to even admit defeat." His eyes gleamed with cruelty and fury, as if he couldn't wait to turn Clorinde into a delicious creamy puff pastry.

Navelette: "Then, the duel begins."

The criminal showed a ferocious smile on his face and rushed towards Clorinde impatiently: "I'm sorry, little girl... Please, be my stepping stone to freedom."

The audience watching this scene couldn't help but feel worried for Clorinde. After all, it was hard to imagine how a little girl would cope with such a vicious criminal.

However, Clorinde remained remarkably calm, her face impassive and her eyes determined, as if she had already made preparations. She remembered her master's instructions and positioned herself, ready to meet the enemy's attack.

The criminal was startled by Clorinde's calm demeanor, but then turned to anger and jealousy. He couldn't accept that a child could exude such a powerful aura, while he, an adult, was outshone.

"Go to hell!" The criminal roared, swung the big knife in his hand, and slashed hard at Clorinde's neck.

Just as the sword was about to strike Clorinde, she suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared in an instant. The criminal's sword missed, and he looked around in astonishment for Clorinde's figure: "Where is she? Where is she? This is impossible."

The next moment, Clorinde appeared behind the criminal. She blew gently on the blade of her sword and sheathed it, the whole movement smooth and seamless.

She said calmly, "Nothing is impossible. Underestimating the enemy is your biggest mistake."

He turned around and looked at Clorinde, and chuckled: "Turning your back to me is not the right choice, because I will...Poof" He spat out the ketchup before he finished speaking. She touched her neck in disbelief, and the ketchup gushed out like a dam breaking.

"Everything is over. Let me say one last thing to you. It's understandable that you lost to a little girl. There's no need to be ashamed." Clorinde thought about King Hao's lines yesterday, and after some consideration, she brought them out. After she finished speaking, she looked at the criminal's reaction.

The criminal opened his eyes wide, his face full of shame and anger, and he muttered in disbelief: "This is impossible... I can actually be seduced by a female ghost who hasn't even grown any hair..." Before he finished speaking, he died immediately and his eyes lost their light.

Navilette glanced at the criminal lying in a pool of blood and said calmly, "Empise Jianshafan lost the duel and lost his life. His trial ends here. I hope everyone will take this as a warning and not easily break the law."

Too...too amazing! The reporter was secretly shocked and wanted to go forward to interview him, but his legs couldn't stop shaking. Such an adorable child, could actually kill someone without blinking an eye? If it was a normal person, even if the person was a criminal, they would have hesitated before using the knife, right?

The audience also began to whisper and talk.

“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.”

"Don't forget you lost the bet, two coffees, it's your treat."

"This little girl is no ordinary girl. And the line she just said is very similar to the guy who blasphemed the Water God last time. Could she be his disciple?"

Clorinde thought: What a pity he is not, I just learned it because I thought the line was so cool.

Clorinde looked at the dead criminal with indifference, her heart unmoved. She knew full well that the strong prey on the weak. As a qualified hunter, she had completed her mission and could collect her wages.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you performed very well, but that's not enough. A duel agent requires more than just physical strength. You also need wisdom, courage, determination, and... hehe. In short, only when you understand the meaning of being a duel agent can you become a formal duel agent." He pulled a heavy Mora bag from his pocket and handed it to Clorinde. "Okay, this is the final agent fee, 10 Mora."

Clorinde stared at the bulging bag in front of her with some surprise, then reached out to take it. She felt as if she were in a dream, and this bag was the key to her dream. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight in her hand, and an indescribable joy welled up in her heart.

Clorinde said goodbye to the other dueling agents and began her journey home. As she walked, she reflected on what had just happened. She was pleased with her performance, but she was still far from defeating her master. If she could learn a few tricks from the blasphemer that day, perhaps she could overcome him and he would listen to her own advice.