Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

“Let me make this clear beforehand,” Na Ling said, standing still and raising her chin, looking coldly at Sharp across from her, “I won’t hold back, kid.”

Sharp nodded calmly, without the slightest fear on his face: "I can see that."

The two closed in on each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Na Ling flashed forward, swiftly launching an attack with a traditional offensive move. However, Sharp was not intimidated by the sudden attack; he nimbly dodged to the side, skillfully blocking Na Ling's offensive.

Sharp secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Narium wouldn't increase its strength so quickly. So he relaxed his vigilance slightly and prepared to look for a suitable opportunity to launch a counterattack.

However, this relaxation caused Sharp a lot of trouble.

Suddenly, Naling changed tactics, swinging her left arm with incredible speed. Before Sharp could react, a sharp crack echoed as the short stick in his hand was cleaved in two. Wood chips flew everywhere, and Sharp was forced to retreat, inwardly cursing his bad luck.

This was the result without her using any external force...

Crack! Crack! As Na Ling continued to swing the short stick in her hand, the originally hard wood began to make crisp cracking sounds. At this moment, Na Ling had used the short stick as a sharp blade, and her chopping movements became faster and faster, with increasing force.

Meanwhile, the wood scraps in Sharp's hands were dwindling at an alarming rate. Soon, he was cornered at the edge of the animal hide mat, making even the most basic movements difficult.

"Aren't they even giving us time to readjust?" Sharp couldn't help but complain under his breath.

"They need it, you don't..."

As she spoke, Naling lunged forward, kicking Sharp hard in both legs. Sharp had no time to react and instantly fell to the ground. Just as he fell, Naling quickly rolled on the ground, then swiftly got up and rushed towards Sharp. She raised her fist, aiming for his face—if this punch landed, Sharp's face would be severely disfigured. At the last moment, Naling chose to hold back. The punch wasn't thrown; instead, she blew a breath towards Sharp's face, a gesture full of mockery.

This scene made Zhao Lin, who was watching from the sidelines, feel itchy and a kind of indescribable blockage. She forced herself to look away.

“You’re too lax, it’s unbelievable…” Na Ling took two steps back and threw the “battered” short stick in her hand aside.

good chance!

With sharp eyes, Sharp braced himself on the ground, allowing his legs to move more nimbly. Using the momentum, he delivered a sweeping kick, his shin striking Naling's left leg hard. Perhaps his own strength wasn't enough to achieve the best effect, but infused with the energy of the flowing light, it definitely would…

Besides, didn't Na Ling herself tell me to use such underhanded methods as much as possible?

Lord Naling, it seems you don't have a deep enough understanding of why underhanded tactics are called underhanded tactics.

As expected, Naling, who had become somewhat complacent, did not expect Sharp's sudden attack as he lowered his center of gravity. He immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The audience who witnessed the whole thing gasped in surprise.

But Na Ling was still Na Ling. Just as her body was about to touch the ground, she used her arms to brace herself, keeping her unbalanced body in mid-air.

He was greeted by a pair of angry eyes. Sharp could almost see her anger about to burst forth.

At this point, the armed confrontation had completely turned into a hand-to-hand combat.

Na Ling stood on tiptoe, assumed a fighting stance, and her eyes were so fierce they seemed to pierce through Sharp.

Sharp, not to be outdone, flipped over and jumped up, relentlessly searching for any openings in her body. The two watched each other's every move warily.

He knew he had already angered her, and the battle ahead would only be more difficult.

Na Ling twisted her body and rushed forward. Her speed was on a completely different level than before. Sharp was hit by a punch without even seeing it clearly.

Another blow struck Sharp in the abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain. Na Ling gave him no chance to adjust and delivered a heavy elbow strike to his bent back.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of breaking echoed throughout the room.

"Enough! Stop fighting!" Zhao Lin watched with growing anxiety as the two attacked each other relentlessly, targeting vital points. She rushed forward, trying to grab Na Ling's deadly hands. However, something unexpected happened.

Several broken pieces of wood began to fall out of Sharp's clothes on the back. Seeing this, she covered her mouth in surprise and asked, "What is this?"

Sharp smiled smugly and, as if nothing had happened, distanced himself from Naling again.

"You didn't expect that, did you? I had a back injury from before, so I always had a wooden board in my back to keep it in place. Luckily, luckily..." As he spoke, he kicked away the wood chips, and for some reason, he became even more energetic.

Perhaps it was because Naling's fierce attack had brought back some of his former feelings, or perhaps this unexpected attack had unlocked a long-dormant switch... In any case, Sharp seemed to have rediscovered some kind of power, and this power came from the very same propositional skill that had made him feel uncomfortable and helpless from the very beginning.

"A one percent hit rate."

That's what the voice said.

Short-haired Sharp reappeared. This time, he didn't intend to reveal anything. He simply watched his disheveled self, turned away, and gave a few bitter laughs.

“You are the most pathetic version of myself I’ve ever seen, bar none.” He seemed to be lamenting, but still handed the “cheat code” to Sharp.

"At first, you complained that I did nothing and didn't help you... Now that you truly understand the meaning of the weak, how should you use this extraordinary power?"

In a daze, her own figure overlapped with his short-haired appearance.

"As long as you're here, I'll keep watching you, Sharp—"

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace, replaced by Na Ling's fist that swung out fiercely.

Sharp had no intention of dodging; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to a direct confrontation with Naling. However, as Naling's attack approached, his body involuntarily made a dodging motion, as if it were beyond his control.

At this moment, he was like a robot with a pre-programmed script; every move and stance of Na Ling became exceptionally clear. He could accurately predict her next action and react in advance.

"I'm sorry, my future older sister..." Sharp silently repeated these words to himself, while feeling a strong sense of guilt, he used an extremely contorted posture to avoid Naling's attack.

Naling was clearly not expecting Sharp to dodge her attack so easily, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes. Just then, Sharp quickly stepped forward, grabbed Naling's abdomen tightly, and then forcefully slammed her to the ground.

"Oh!"

A dull thud echoed across the animal hide mat. Na Ling fell heavily to the ground, her body slamming against the earth with a loud thud.

The fall was quite severe; Na Ling arched her back in pain, clutching her lower back with both hands.

But Sharp bent down and deliberately extended a helping hand to her.

"How did he react like that?" The crowd began to stir. Everyone was full of admiration for the unfathomable strength Sharp had displayed.

"Ah Ling, why did you put so much water in the tank?"

Abu sat perched on Zhao Lin's shoulder, a smug smile on his lips, watching Na Ling being taken down by Sharp.

She quickly stood up, took a few deep breaths, and regained her composure. But the sharpness in her eyes as she looked at Sharp had indeed diminished somewhat.

"Not bad." She nodded slightly, her tone remaining calm.

In the following rounds, Sharp began to feel the tacit understanding between the two. He could see Naling's attacks clearly every time, but the opponent's speed was simply too fast, so he had no time to make an effective defense. Helpless, he could only rely on the function of the proposition to dodge the attacks, but the remaining one percent was beyond his control, and he could only rely on his body to withstand them.

Naling felt the same way. She was somewhat bewildered by Sharp's sudden change. So she greatly reduced the number of times she launched an attack, instead adopting a more cautious tactic—predictive, precise strikes. This way, she could better control the rhythm of the battle and also better observe Sharp's reactions.

However, Sharp ultimately succumbed to exhaustion. Despite his superior evasive skills, he discovered that the problem seemed closely tied to his stamina. As his strength waned, the probability of the problem taking effect increased, which was precisely what he dreaded…

"Ah Ling, aren't you going to end this yet? He's probably already far exceeded your expectations, hasn't he?" In the end, it was Abu who stepped in to end the match. He came to Na Ling's feet, nuzzled her ankle, and gestured for her to stop.

Na Ling disengaged from her fighting stance, swayed slightly, and almost fell to the ground.

Sharp rushed forward to support Naling, feeling her weak breathing. He could clearly see that the hair on her forehead was completely soaked, and glistening beads of sweat slid down her cheeks.

So you're not much better than me after all—a complex emotion welled up inside Sharp.

It has to be said that the two sisters do look very similar... Naya's face is delicate and cute, with a touch of playfulness; while Naling is elegant and aloof, like a blooming blue lotus.

Thinking of this, Sharp involuntarily lowered his head, somewhat unable to look Na Ling in the eye.

“Let’s talk outside…” Her voice became somewhat low.

This surprised Sharp, who had expected her to either push him away or beat him up again in front of everyone. However, Naling surprisingly didn't stop him; instead, she put her arm around the back of his neck, as if she was enduring something.

Sharp was a little confused, but he obediently helped Naling out the door. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance. People began to whisper and speculate about what had happened. But no one dared to approach and ask; they simply watched from afar.

"Is she... alright?" Zhao Lin asked, placing her hands on her chest and gazing in the direction where the two had disappeared.

"Meow—Ah Ling might just be tired, or... maybe she wants to continue to have a deeper conversation with this outstanding young man?" Abu joked with a mischievous grin.

"Abu!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Lin's face showed great displeasure, and she then took a step to leave.

"Meow! Don't leave me behind!" Seeing Zhao Lin about to leave, Abu hurriedly called out and ran after her.

……

Back in Naling's private room on the outskirts of the village, Sharp noticed that the girl named Xiaowen had been waiting there for quite some time. The girl seemed a little uneasy, glancing around nervously.

"Eeya." Xiaowen uttered a few indistinct syllables, then gestured in sign language towards Naling. Although Sharp didn't understand the meaning of the sign language, he could sense that it contained some important information. Next, Xiaowen carefully took out a thin glass bottle, about the length of a thumb, from her belt. The bottle was filled with a mysterious liquid, which had a purple, mercury-like sheen.

"What is this?" He turned his head in confusion, looking at Na Ling with a puzzled expression.

Na Ling gently placed her index finger on her lips, silently signaling him not to make a sound.

Sharp nodded, indicating that he understood.

"What's going on? You look very strange." In the monotonous room, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the dim shadows blurred the two of them.

"Who exactly are you?" As soon as she entered the room, Na Ling immediately closed the door and warily pushed Sharp into the corner of the room, staring at him almost at zero distance, as if trying to see through him to understand his story.

Her heavy breathing slapped against Sharp's face, like that of a lone wolf.

“I’m just an ordinary person.” This time, Sharp didn’t avoid her gaze and answered truthfully.

"That's not what I'm asking you!" Na Ling moved closer, almost pressing her entire body against him.

“Lefebvre used the puppet to connect with your consciousness, trying to erase you forever, but you came back unharmed. I’ve never seen anyone turn against her in that state… not even me…”

At this point, Na Ling couldn't help but restrain herself from continuing, and after sighing, she changed the subject.

“You’re right. After that, Naya did come to see me. She said you were a good person and told me to treat you well. But how could I let my guard down?” Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost gone, as if someone was choking her.

Sharp looked at her, and a feeling of guilt welled up in his heart.

“If you really are from another world, as Lefève says—” Naling took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Shapra, “then perhaps all of this is within your control?”

This guess seemed logical, and Sharp wanted to agree with her astute foresight. But based on the facts, she was only half right.

I don't control everything...

Instead, I want to get rid of all this for you.