Chapter 280

and warned coldly:

"Little girl, if you break a bone or tendon later,

don't cry and say I bullied you."

His tone was filled with threats and disdain,

as if he had already foreseen the ending of victory.

However, faced with Shelby's provocation and threats,

Durandal appeared exceptionally calm.

She looked at the other party expressionlessly,

her eyes revealing a hint of disdain and firmness.

"Do you want to be serious? Or..."

Her words, although brief,

revealed incomparable confidence and composure,

telling everyone

that she was ready to meet the challenge.

Outside the light screen, viewers from different worlds guessed the final outcome after seeing this scene.

Whether in strength, technique, or momentum,

the opponent named Shelby appeared inferior,

compared to Durandal,

he was like a fragile little boat,

about to be swallowed by the surging waves.

Outside the light screen, with the Three Main Characters.

After hearing those provocative words from Shelby,

everyone frowned in unison,

feeling in their hearts that this ignorant opponent would suffer a crushing defeat.

Kiana lay lazily on the table,

one hand playing with a pen on the table,

her tone carrying a hint of disdain and contempt,

"That guy is really bragging,

he didn't even bother to ask about Sister Durandal's reputation,

she definitely won't let this arrogant guy off easily!"

Bronya nodded gently,

a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes,

her tone cold yet exceptionally firm:

"Indeed, he should be taught a lesson,

so he knows we are not to be trifled with."

Raiden Mei sat calmly to the side,

taking a gentle sip of the coffee in her hand,

her eyes revealing trust in Durandal:

"I believe Durandal will handle this matter well, she never disappoints us."

Fu Hua also nodded, her voice steady and powerful:

"Yes,

Durandal always does things so steadily,

whether in strength or wisdom,

it is reassuring."

At this moment, Kiana suddenly blinked,

looking at Class Monitor Fu Hua with anticipation,

as if waiting for the other party's affirmation.

She straightened her chest and asked confidently:

"What about me? Can I also be like Sister,

someone who makes people feel at ease?"

Fu Hua adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose upon hearing this,

her gaze flashing with deep thought.

After a brief pause,

she said slowly:

"You are the same, you have huge potential.

As long as you are willing to work hard,

you will surely become someone people can rely on in the future."

Kiana clenched her hands into fists upon hearing this,

her eyes sparkling with excitement,

as if she saw her future glory:

"I knew it,

I am also someone people can trust,

someone people can rely on!"

However, Bronya glanced at her coldly from the side,

a hint of teasing smile at the corner of her mouth:

"You? You're still lacking a bit,

but well,

no one is perfect from the start."

Kiana didn't care about Bronya's teasing at all,

she straightened her back confidently,

her eyes revealing firm determination:

"Not yet,

but that doesn't mean I won't be in the future!

I will definitely work hard,

to become someone people can trust like Sister!"

So, under the anticipation of the viewers, the content continued.

Everyone was silent,

their eyes fixed on the arrogant challenger on the light screen,

shaking their heads one after another to express confusion and contempt.

His words and actions revealed an inexplicable confidence,

as if he had victory in his grasp,

which made everyone feel suspicious:

What exactly did he rely on,

to dare to look down on Durandal's strength so much?

Vill-V chuckled,

breaking the silence,

her tone carrying a bit of sarcasm and disdain:

"Heh, it seems arrogance really can make people blind and ignorant,

not even knowing the opponent's strength,

yet daring to boast of victory."

Griseo heard this,

her face filled with curiosity and anticipation,

she folded her hands on her chest:

"That's right, that's right!

How could he possibly defeat Sister Durandal?

Sister is our pride,

her strength is obvious to all."

Pardofelis joined the discussion with a giggle:

"Hehe, the ending is already set in stone,

let's just wait and see how he cries later,

and how he loses all face in front of Sister Durandal."

Mobius leaned lazily on the chair,

as if having no interest in this duel:

"Crying might not happen,

but losing face is definitely inevitable.

After all,

he is challenging Durandal,

this is not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can compare to."

Elysia sat with her legs crossed with a smile,

her eyes sparkling with playful and expectant light,

she shook the wine glass in her hand gently,

as if watching a wonderful drama:

"Mhm~ this good show,

I am looking forward to it more and more.

I wonder if this challenger can bring some surprises to Durandal,

or,

just simply become another stepping stone for her?"

Under the gaze of the viewers full of anticipation and curiosity,

the content in the light screen continued to unfold,

the duel between the challenger and Durandal was about to be staged.

Faced with the challenger in front of her,

Durandal's eyes were firm,

her face cold,

her heart already had a decision:

It's time to teach him a profound lesson,

and let him understand what true strength and gap are.

So, under the gaze of the viewers full of anticipation, the match content continued to be staged wonderfully.

Durandal's eyes were sharp,

staring fixedly at the man in front of her,

her heart already secretly decided to teach him a profound lesson,

and let him understand what true strength is.

With the referee's order,

"Match start!!!"

Durandal instantly increased her strength,

her hands tightly gripping Shelby's wrist like a copper wall and iron wall.

At this moment, Shelby,

only felt his hands clamped by a powerful force,

as if bound by invisible shackles,

"This... what is going on!"

He widened his eyes in shock,

trying to break free but in vain.

"Wait... my hand!!"

Shelby's other hand pressed against the table in a panic,

but he couldn't exert any strength,

and could only watch his wrist

gradually lose the room for resistance in Durandal's hands.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As the pain intensified,

Shelby wailed in pain,

his face full of distortion and unwillingness.

And Durandal was expressionless,

easily letting go of her hand,

and asked calmly:

"Are you willing to admit defeat this time?"

Shelby shook his almost numb hand in pain,

pointing angrily at the girl in front of him,

"You... you, you!

What kind of dirty trick did you little girl use...

Hiss! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts me to death!"

His words were filled with unwillingness and anger.

Durandal said expressionlessly:

"If your skills are inferior,

you should admit defeat openly.

Then work hard to catch up,

this is not shameful."

Shelby was even more angry upon hearing this,

shouting loudly,

his voice almost piercing the entire venue,

"Don't be proud,

it's just that your hand strength is relatively large,

what's so great about it.

Old Jin! Where is Old Jin!

Your martial arts gym's student hurt someone,

and you don't come out to give an explanation,

I'm not finished with you!"

Durandal shook her head helplessly,

her tone revealing a hint of sarcasm:

"Don't try to play the rogue,

weren't you the one who said an arm can be back on the ground in ten days or half a month just now?

Or do you intend to use the child being small as an excuse not to pay up?"