Senti, rambling and complaining, was swiftly suppressed in the righteous four-on-one assault. A common saying from Shenzhou was being proven true here:
Two fists are no match for four hands; a barrage of wild punches will beat an old master to death.
Aside from having to deal with Fu Hua, whose attacks and feints were difficult to counter as they shared the same teacher, the young, or rather newly born, Herrscher of Sentience also had to contend with the chaotic and rhythm-less attacks of the remaining three.
Saying it was difficult wasn't entirely accurate, but saying it was simple was definitely wrong. The random nature of the attacks, the angles, and the directions were all utterly bizarre...
Especially that white-haired shorty—who in the world throws an uppercut aimed at someone's lower body? Even a "nutcracker" punch is only used against men...
What? You're saying this short nun is only 145 cm tall...? Oh, never mind then—
And that white-haired single-ponytail Knight was a true heavyweight. A punch thrown from the front somehow landed on the back of her own head. What's even more outrageous was that if this Knight had used some hidden internal force or whatever, she could have at least neutralized it...
"Are you some kind of Blast Hammer spirit—!!!"
The Herrscher of Sentience, sent flying again by a Blast Punch, wanted to cry but had no tears. Every single one of this person's attacks caused an explosion—hey! Even if she carried hidden weapons and poison on every strike, or even just threw sand in her face, it would be better than these punch after punch with the explosive force of TNT...
"You old antique and the little antique apprentice you're passing off as your own are both completely rotten eggs!!! Not one of you is good!!!"
"...Wait, throwing sand in her face...?"
Fuming with rage, Senti finally seemed to think of a plan to escape this predicament. Her red little eyes spun, and a wicked idea emerged.
Taking advantage of the opponent's offensive, the now-corrupted Senti seized the chaos to scoop up some broken stones she'd unearthed from the ground earlier. Then, the terrifying strength of this body crushed them into powder.
Narrowly dodging the sneak attack of the Chains of Judah, Senti, holding the ultimate fighting weapon in both hands, lunged before the four of them:
"You bunch of dishonorable cheats! Since you refuse to play fair, don't blame me for being merciless. Take this!!!"
The Herrscher of Sentience, her triumphant expression clear as she flung the dust in her hands without hesitation onto the faces of the four villains before her, cackled in the dust-filled arena.
"What, you can't gang up on me now, can you? Now I'm going to take you all out one by one!!!"
Watching the rest, their eyes blinded by the dust, Senti first targeted the White-Haired Knight who had just used a Blast Punch to hit her like a baseball. Meanwhile, Kiana, her eyes shut tight from the sudden sand-throwing, was blindly groping around her...
"The little antique from the old antique's house... Get out of the battlefield, you...!"
"What?! Don't hurt Kiana!"
Hearing the Herrscher of Sentience's words, the rest forced their eyes open and looked in the direction the voice had come from.
BOOM!
The violent collision kicked up even more dust, temporarily obscuring the view for the remaining three... until Kiana's somewhat confused voice rang out from the arena...
"What's going on???"
As the dust settled, the others recovered from the sand in their eyes to witness a truly comical scene.
Kiana Kaslana crouched on the ground, poking the Herrscher of Sentience, who lay flat on her back in a pose that seemed to say "don't stop." A lounge chair, which the young knight had instinctively uprooted from the ground beside her, was now firmly pinning the Herrscher down. If there was anything notable about the scene, it was probably the Herrscher's extended finger...
It was a large middle finger, silently expressing her dissatisfaction and rage...
"So that loud noise earlier was the Herrscher of Sentience getting slammed into the ground by Kiana with a lounge chair..."
Wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads, Durandal and Theresa surrounded the still-confused Kiana, checking her for injuries...
"Hey, hey, I'm fine! Besides, shouldn't the Herrscher be the main focus here?!"
Gently pushing away the two who had surrounded her, the White Knight Princess pointed to the still-prone Herrscher of Sentience. Fu Hua was now standing beside her, having moved the lounge chair off the Herrscher. The Immortal from Shenzhou frowned as she looked at her own motionless body, appearing somewhat bewildered...
"Class Monitor? Is that Herrscher... okay...?"
Seeing Fu Hua's silence, Kiana grew anxious...
"Could it be that I..."
"No... Kiana, you misunderstand. If a Herrscher could really be killed by being slammed with a chair, the Previous Era's civilization wouldn't have been destroyed so easily..."
"So, that Herrscher, she...?"
Kiana looked confusedly at the "corpse" on the ground.
"She... probably escaped..."
Looking at the Herrscher sprawled on the ground, using her own body to make such an impolite posture, Fu Hua's brow twitched. She secretly vowed that next time she caught that brat, she would thoroughly teach her what a person's manners should be like—
"Wait... she escaped?? Then this body... Class Monitor, does that mean you don't have to be a ghost anymore? That's great!"
White Knight caught the main point and became excited.
"A ghost... So in your eyes, Kiana, am I a ghost in this state?"
Fu Hua sighed deeply, wanting to refute but not knowing how to start, so she could only wave her hand glumly, pouring her consciousness back into this long-lost body.
"Hiss—"
Reclaiming her body and opening her eyes, Fu Hua directly sucked in a breath of cold air, turning her head to look at the three confused people beside her...
"Exactly how much force did you guys use when you were hitting this body just now???"
Looking at the three people in front of her, the soreness and stabbing pain spreading from various parts of her body really woke up the old grandma who had returned to her body.
Looking at the three people in front of her... a Kaslana, another Kaslana, and a Kaslana wearing Apocalypse's skin. It was as if three gorillas had simultaneously beaten up a fifty-thousand-year-old senior and a three-day-old baby.
"Huh? If the opponent is a Herrscher, of course we have to go all out—"
Durandal, who had struck the hardest, nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was hard not to suspect she was deliberately retaliating for being unilaterally chased and beaten by Senti earlier.
"Don't look at me! Headmaster, I just gently tapped her a few times with Judah. If you want to blame someone, blame Kiana!!! Her fists were literally exploding just now—!"
Theresa immediately shifted the blame.
"Auntie, do you have time to shift the blame but not to help the Class Monitor up? Let's get her to the Medical Department for a checkup first...?"