Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

The moment Raika finished speaking, and without any warning at all, she rushed forward.

Damian’s eyes widened slightly. "The hell!"

Raika appeared in front of him almost instantly, her palm wrapped in crackling thunder as she struck toward his chest.

Damian quickly reacted by instinct.

[Thunder Flash Steps]

Thunder flashed beneath his feet, and his body vanished from the spot.

Raika’s palm only managed to pierce through his afterimage, scattering it into sparks.

The surrounding disciples were immediately stunned after seeing their idol, Raika, suddenly attack.

Meanwhile, Raika turned her head slightly, her eyes locking onto Damian’s new position.

Damian landed several meters away and raised both hands. "Hey, hey, isn’t this a little sudden?"

Raika did not answer and simply moved again. This time, thunder wrapped around her body, and she took out several small papers.

Damian’s eyebrow twitched because he knew what they were.

They should be some kind of talismans.

Raika flicked her fingers, sending three lightning talismans toward Damian like sharp arrows.

But just like before, Damian’s body blurred again.

[Thunder Flash Steps]

He dodged left, then right, leaving behind two thunder afterimages.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The talismans exploded against the stone arena, sending arcs of lightning in every direction.

Damian avoided all of them, but his expression became more serious because not only was Raika fast, but her attacks were also quite powerful.

She was not like those three disciples earlier, who could only throw around their sword skills.

Raika stopped for a moment and looked at him calmly. "Why are you only dodging?"

Damian blinked. "Because you suddenly attacked me. How can I not dodge? I’m not stupid."

Raika frowned. "This is the Sword Trial Arena."

Damian sighed. "Fair point."

Raika’s gaze sharpened. "Then draw your sword properly."

Damian looked at her beautiful face, then at the lightning flickering around her fingers.

After a short silence, he smiled faintly. "Sorry, but I’m a gentleman. I don’t want to hurt your beautiful face."

The entire arena went silent, including Raika herself.

They were shocked because they never expected this new disciple, Damian, to start flirting in the middle of battle.

Raika’s eyebrow twitched slightly. "You..."

Damian immediately felt danger, and without hesitation, he turned around and ran.

[Thunder Flash Steps]

Raika stared at his back for a second, and instead of getting angry like before, the corner of her mouth slowly lifted. "Interesting."

---

By the time Damian returned to Selvara’s mountain peak, the sky was already turning orange.

He walked through the quiet bamboo path with a tired expression, his dark-silver sword hanging at his waist.

Compared to the noisy Sword Trial Arena, Selvara’s mountain peak was peaceful. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He then stopped near the courtyard entrance and let out a long sigh. "Damn it... I only wanted to walk around and look for multipliers. How did it turn into another fight?"

Thinking about Raika, he began to grin, as her multiplier was really big.

One hundred and fifty times.

That was even higher than Violetta’s one hundred times multiplier.

She was really a golden treasure chest, but because of the sudden situation, Damian still did not know what to do.

Raika had attacked without warning and without any hesitation, so he really did not know what her personality was actually like.

That was why she was so troublesome.

Damian rubbed his chin and muttered, "I need to think of a good plan for this golden treasure chest. I can’t just miss that multiplier."

Just as Damian was deep in thought, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Golden treasure chest?"

Damian stiffened because he knew that voice.

Soon, he turned his head very slowly and saw Selvara standing right behind him.

Damian directly forced a small smile onto his face. "Beautiful evening, isn’t it, Master?"

Selvara did not answer him.

Instead, she smiled a little. "I already knew."

Damian blinked. "Knew what?"

Selvara pointed in one direction. "The Sword Trial Arena."

Damian’s mouth twitched. Of course his master would know. She was a damn elder in this sect.

Damian sighed, no longer bothering to pretend. "It was them, Master. I was just walking around quietly, and they blocked my path first."

Selvara nodded. "I know."

Damian paused because her answer actually surprised him.

Selvara continued, "Three inner disciples challenged you because they disliked your status. Then Raika tested you afterward."

Damian coughed lightly. "So... since Master already knows it wasn’t my fault..."

Selvara looked at him calmly. "That is exactly why you need to become stronger."

Damian’s expression slowly froze.

Selvara walked past him and entered the courtyard. "If you were strong enough, no one would dare block your path."

Damian felt a bad feeling rising in his heart.

Selvara continued, "If you were strong enough, no one could disturb you while you walked."

Damian’s mouth twitched even harder.

Selvara stopped and looked back at him. "So from tomorrow onward, your training will be doubled."

Damian’s face went pale, and he immediately wanted to argue. "Master..."

Selvara’s voice was calm. "No excuses."

Damian looked at the sky, then closed his eyes as if his soul had already left his body.

Right now, he really wanted to cry. "Damn it... I should have stayed in bed."

---

Meanwhile, on the main peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Sect Master Arven Talis stood beside a tall window, looking toward Selvara’s mountain peak.

A young disciple stood respectfully behind him.

Arven’s expression was calm, but there was clear interest in his eyes. "So Selvara’s new disciple already fought in the Sword Trial Arena?"

The disciple lowered his head. "Yes, Sect Master. He defeated three inner disciples at once, then exchanged moves with Senior Sister Raika."

Arven raised an eyebrow. "Raika moved too?"

The disciple only nodded. "Yes."

For a moment, Arven remained silent.

Then he suddenly chuckled. "Interesting. Selvara finally accepted a disciple, and the boy is already stirring things up on his first day."

The young disciple hesitated. "Sect Master, should we interfere?"

Arven shook his head. "No. Selvara chose him. Let her handle him."

His gaze turned deeper as he looked into the distance. "But keep an eye on him. I want to know what kind of person can make Selvara keep that old promise."

The disciple immediately bowed. "Yes, Sect Master."

Arven smiled faintly. "Damian, huh... let’s see what you can do."