Phield grabbed Ashina's foot directly.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Ashina said, half-laughing, half-crying. "How could I ever strike you for real? But please, behave normally—don't bully me."
"Surrendered? Too weak."
Phield's hands began to roam over Ashina's body.
"Mm-hm, please stop! I beg you, I don't want to hurt you if I resist."
Ashina's face flushed red, a soft hum escaping her lips. Her body tingled with a strange warmth, and she nearly lost her balance.
A sweet, cloying scent kept flooding her nostrils, completely shattering Phield's once-proud rationality.
Relying on a power advantage that barely existed, Phield easily overpowered Ashina, one hand gripping her trembling, retreating foot, the other pressing her down.
"Heh, the power of a Divine Chosen—so pitiful, laughable."
The first Divine Chosen, about to be crushed by one of equal rank! Phield's blood boiled.
No one in this world had ever defeated a combat-class Divine Chosen at the same rank!
