Chapter 460: The Great Windmill
The distance between the two vanished in an instant. Theresa stood her ground, calmly waiting for Bianka's attack to arrive.
Bianka held nothing back in her charge. Her entire body was already leaning forward past a forty-five-degree angle; in terms of height, she was now shorter than Theresa.
It was clear that Bianka was giving it her all. She threw a punch at Theresa, a straightforward, no-frills jab aimed right for her.
In the training room, a sandbag weighing over a hundred kilograms would be sent flying by this punch. But this time, Bianka felt an unprecedented rebound force.
Her high-speed charge was stopped dead in its tracks. The few onlookers let out a collective gasp.
A momentary shockwave blew back their hair. Bianka looked up, astonished, to see Theresa's confident, slightly mischievous smile.
A sense of foreboding rose in Bianka's heart. But before she could pull her hand back, Theresa had already reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Ready for liftoff?" Theresa grinned, giving her a warning. Then, to Bianka's horror, Theresa yanked on her wrist and spun her half a circle.
Could this move be...?!
"Round and round we go!!"
With that, Bianka's body became completely parallel to the ground. In fact, the rotation was so fast that her feet were now higher than her head.
The two of them became a hurricane spinning in the middle of the eleventh basement level. Rita, who was closest, smiled and took two steps back, raising a hand to wipe a bead of nervous sweat from her forehead.
Is this what it takes to be a squad leader? Not only did she casually block Bianka's all-out punch, but the spinning windmill she was performing now was also a heart-stopping sight...
"Whoa... she's really something else..." Kallen had already boldly moved closer to watch. She wasn't afraid even if Theresa decided to fling Bianka at her. It was just one Bianka; she could catch her.
"Is this Lady Theresa's fighting style?" Rita's bangs fluttered in the wind kicked up by the two. She asked, a little awkwardly.
"Nah," Kallen shook her head. "Normally, Theresa doesn't fight like this..."
I see, so this is a special situation... After all, such a wild fighting style on the adorable Lady Theresa...
"I mean, normally, Theresa's holding a weapon when she spins like this, it's not her turn to... huh?!" Kallen stopped mid-sentence. A sudden realization struck her, and she turned to look Rita up and down.
Then, Kallen clapped a hand over her mouth, turned back, and stared wide-eyed at the battle, her mind in a chaotic mess.
What's going on? How did a Rita suddenly spawn in the base?
And if I'm not mistaken, the person fighting Theresa is that Durandal, right? When did these two get here?
I was only gone for about a week, and Otto already found both of them?
Kallen was shocked, but Rita, standing beside her, was in even greater turmoil.
Theresa normally spins like this while holding a weapon? Judging by how smoothly Theresa was spinning... her weapon must be around the same weight as Bianka, or even heavier...
I never thought the adorable Lady Theresa's fighting style would be so...
...also adorable...
After spinning for who knows how long, Theresa finally let go. The moment she did, Bianka was sent flying, still spinning through the air.
Fortunately, while her brain was dizzy from the spinning, her body quickly regained its balance, and she landed steadily on her feet.
Kallen also collected her thoughts and focused seriously on the two combatants.
Theresa didn't press the attack. She remained where she was, waiting for Bianka to regroup and charge again.
After taking two deep breaths to recover, Bianka stood up and once again assumed an offensive stance facing Theresa.
In terms of pure strength, Lady Theresa is stronger than me, much stronger... My full-power punch was blocked by her with one hand. I definitely can't keep trying to overpower her...
With that thought, Bianka shot off to the side.
Theresa's confident smile remained, her eyes locked onto Bianka's movements.
"Hmph, trying to use speed to confuse me? I won't be... huh?" Just as Theresa was about to say she wouldn't fall for such a trick, Bianka suddenly accelerated, turned, and darted even further away.
She was heading toward Kallen's squad. In the blink of an eye, Bianka had disappeared into the crowd, her figure obscured by the others.
It couldn't be helped. The entire eleventh basement level was one large open space. All the equipment was stacked against the walls, and the spot Theresa and Bianka had chosen for their spar was right in the middle.
The only things around that could serve as cover were Rita and the others!
In that instant, Theresa lost sight of Bianka. Kallen's squad wasn't large; Theresa could recognize everyone at a glance, but she couldn't find Bianka anywhere.
Suddenly, a faint breeze came from behind her. Without a second thought, Theresa ducked, covering her head.
The next moment, Bianka's full-force punch swung through empty air.
Even though her aim was already off, Theresa's duck would have made her miss anyway.
Theresa didn't just duck and cover. A sweeping kick struck Bianka's supporting leg, making her lose her footing once again.
"Sneak attacks aren't a very nice habit, you know!" This time, Theresa grabbed Bianka's ankle. Bianka's expression changed dramatically.
She had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen...
"Wait—!"
Her words were scrambled by the spinning. Bianka was a windmill once again.
What the heck, she's completely powerless against her, isn't she?
Both Rita and the spinning Bianka had the same thought.
Bianka had been utterly defeated in the clash of strength. Her dishonorable sneak attack was easily countered by Theresa. Her dazed reaction after the great spin also proved that Theresa's constitution was superior to hers...
The people of Fire Moth are really on another level...
Rita sighed, thinking to herself.
From this perspective, Shu's performance in that live broadcast wasn't so strange after all... no, wait, his display is still pretty hard to comprehend.
Thinking of this, Rita couldn't help but turn to look at Kallen, who was standing beside her. A sense of anticipation grew in her heart.
This captain looked almost identical to Lady Theresa, just older. Would she display a different kind of performance?