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**BOOM!**

Everyone was shocked to hear an explosion. They turned to the battle scene and saw the spiraling arrow explode as it stopped spinning, landing on the ground.

"This is one of the scariest things about her," Xylara's voice rang out.

Draco glanced at her, confused. "What?"

"You knew about her skill?" Draco raised an eyebrow as he questioned Xylara, who nodded in response.

"Then why didn't you say so?" Draco's shout made Xylara feel helpless as she gazed at the explosion.

Xylara rolled her eyes at his reaction. "Why are you scared? The deaths happening there aren't real. Just believe in her and let her fight to her heart's content."

Xylara's words made Draco blush in embarrassment. It turned out he had been overreacting for no reason. Even so, his eyes remained fixed on the screen, silently hoping Rose would emerge unscathed.

When the smoke cleared, the crowd finally saw Rose's figure — and what they saw left them stunned.

There were two Roses standing there, unharmed, their five tails swaying in the air.

The young lady raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Do you think that will fool me? With your shabby fake clone?"

"We'll see about that," one of the Roses scoffed.

Both Roses moved in opposite directions — one to the young lady's left and the other to her right.

"No matter what you try, it changes nothing," the young lady said coldly as she drew her bowstring, releasing two arrows.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As the arrows flew toward both Roses, they suddenly split in midair, doubling in number as they honed in on the targets. The attack hit both Roses, causing grievous wounds. Moments later, the arrows exploded, consuming the area around them.

The two Roses were blasted away by the force of the explosion, but before the impact could fully hit them, the young lady's expression darkened. "I never thought she'd figure out the secret of the exploding arrow," she muttered, cursing silently.

Both Roses kept moving toward her at high speed.

The crowd shook their heads at the scene. The young lady was too arrogant, they thought. Now Rose has entered her close-combat range — a taboo for archers. This could lead to her defeat.

Rose knew this as well. Her clones dashed toward the young lady with blinding speed.

"Do you remember when I said that the Bow Goddess shattered the common sense of bows and arrows?" Xylara asked.

Draco nodded, recalling her earlier words.

"An archer is usually known for being weak in close combat, but for the Bow Goddess, it's the opposite," Xylara said solemnly.

"You mean..." Draco's eyes widened with realization.

Just as Rose neared her opponent, the young lady's expression shifted to a strange smile. Her bow moved with precision, its tip aimed at Rose, glowing with a sharp, deadly intent.

Slash!

Both Roses were struck down as the young lady's attack claimed their lives.

Everyone was stunned. "Another Intent," someone muttered.

The young lady had used bow intent in her attack, making it clear that she aimed to finish Rose with that single strike.

The two Roses let out cries of pain, but strangely, no blood poured out. Instead, their bodies transformed into misty clouds that slowly dispersed into the air.

The young lady's eyes widened in shock. Her gaze grew cautious as she scanned the area.

"I knew you had a backup plan," Rose's voice echoed from an unseen location. Her opponent's eyes darted around, trying to locate her. "You would never be that confident firing those arrows if you didn't."

"What are you up to?" the young lady asked, her voice tense and alert.

The crowd was just as confused. The young lady stood there, clearly on edge. Rose had been directly in front of her moments ago, yet she hadn't attacked. What's going on? they wondered.

"Welcome to my world," Rose's voice giggled, her tone playful yet eerie.

The scenery changed suddenly. The battle arena shifted into a slum-like area, weathered buildings and dim alleyways replacing the arena's polished grounds.

A young girl, around seven years old, appeared in the distance. Her features bore a striking resemblance to the young lady. The child ran frantically, her small feet slapping against the dirt road.

"Papa... Mama..." the girl called out, her voice desperate as she sprinted toward a small, modest house. She shoved the door open, her breath heavy with panic.

But the scene inside stopped her cold.

Her father's lifeless body lay on the ground, his eyes hollow and devoid of light. Her gaze shifted to her mother, who was tied up and writhing in distress. An unknown man loomed over her, his malicious grin seared into the girl's mind. Her mother's defiant cries echoed through the room.

"Run," her mother mouthed when she noticed her daughter standing frozen at the doorway.

The unknown man turned, his wicked smile widening as he spotted the little girl. His sinister chuckle reverberated through the house.

Tears welled in the young girl's eyes. Her heart thudded in terror, her small frame trembling uncontrollably. She spun around and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her sobs piercing the still air.

Meanwhile, at the arena

The crowd was surprised by the silence in the battle arena. All they could see was the young lady twitching in anger and sadness, her dull eyes filled with a tragic expression as tears streamed down her face.

As for Rose, she had her eyes closed, sweat dripping down her face, and her body exuding an illusory aura.

"What's happening?" Draco couldn't bear the silence any longer.

Xylara's face turned solemn. "She shouldn't have done this."

Seeing her serious expression, Draco's face grew tense. "What do you mean?"

"A fox is known as a master of spiritual Originat and illusion. She used a technique related to illusion. The problem with this technique is that it's all or nothing. Either she succeeds, or she suffers the consequences."

"I don't get it. Didn't you say they wouldn't die?" Draco was visibly confused.

"Yes, you guys wouldn't die. But that doesn't mean you can't be injured. I'm not talking about physical injuries; I'm talking about soul injuries," Xylara explained, her tone grave.

Her words made Draco's heart tighten with worry, but there was nothing he could do. He focused on the screen, hoping their fears wouldn't come true.

But alas, life often doesn't play fair.

The young lady's body suddenly began to emit two distinct intents, shocking the crowd. The intents fused together, forming a complete intent. But this one was different. Its strength far surpassed any intent they had seen before.

The young lady's eyes regained their clarity, but they were now filled with wrath.

As for Rose, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning pale. She staggered, almost collapsing, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to remain standing. The sight made Draco's heart pound with anxiety.

Rose's face grew grim as she saw the young lady's furious expression. She had used one of her skills to create an illusion with her illusion intent. However, she had no idea what the young lady had seen, as this type of illusion digs into a person's deepest fears.

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The young lady's face was now a mask of pure rage. She gripped her bow tightly as her intent surged into it, causing it to glow with a brilliant light.

Rose felt an overwhelming sense of danger. Her instincts screamed at her as she sensed the threat of death from the incoming attack. Her heart grew desperate, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"I didn't want to do this, but I have no choice," she muttered to herself.

Everyone watched in silence. The battle had reached its climax, and the victor would soon be decided.

"Fox Transformation," Rose whispered, her body suddenly bathed in silver light.

The young lady's eyes narrowed as she sensed danger radiating from Rose. But instead of backing down, her eyes flickered with madness. Her body trembled slightly, her intent surging stronger than ever.

When Rose's transformation was complete, the crowd erupted in shock.

Her silver energy claws, ears, whiskers, and tails had all turned real. Her silver fox ears flickered, and her fingers had transformed into sharp silver claws. Her five silver tails swayed gracefully in the air.

She raised her hands, channeling her power with precision as she prepared for her final attack. Her aura intensified, and an oppressive force spread throughout the arena.

The young lady didn't flinch. Her bow continued to glow brighter, the energy of her fused intent pouring into it.

Both opponents prepared for their final attacks. The pressure in the arena grew so intense that cracks began to form on the ground.

The crowd held their breath, their gazes glued to the scene.

Who will win? This question lingered in everyone's minds.

Finally, the two opponents locked eyes. In that moment, they both moved…