My Milf System-Chapter 191. A creep

"HE’S STILL STANDING?!" "HE’S SMILING?!"

The arena practically shook with the roar of disbelief. Spectators stood from their seats, some spilling their drinks, others clutching their heads in stunned silence. The magic screens zoomed at Asher, the students, professors, even former champions frozen with wide eyes and slacked jaws.

The commentator, who had been momentarily speechless, finally found her voice.

"UN-BE-LIEVABLE! Asher just tanked a full assault from the Verdant Dread and looks like he just got out of bed!"

Up on the stage, Lorraine growled in frustration. Why won’t he just get defeated already?!

She launched a fresh wave of attacks—fast, brutal, and unrelenting, but Asher, with his speed buffed to the max, weaved through them like wind through leaves. He didn’t even blink. That was, until—

CRACK!

The ground beneath him split open. A pothole formed right under his feet, locking his legs and throwing him off balance.

"Tch—!" That split-second was all Lorraine needed. She sent her branches forward and smashed a devastating blow across his face, sending him crashing backwards.

Asher slowly rose, casually wiping blood from his cheek. Lorraine advanced, pressing the attack—but more potholes suddenly opened beneath him, warping the terrain. He dodged, but the shifting ground made each movement risky.

She’s not chanting... Then who’s casting those spells?

His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for whoever was interfering.

Didn’t take him long to find them.

There, in the stands—Brittany, the excessive-makeup bitch, and her cronies were grinning wide, their lips whispering as they secretly chanted.

Asher rolled his eyes. "Does she honestly think disturbing my footing is enough to make me lose?"

From the stands, Brittany was fuming. I can’t let a mere commoner win against a noble. Especially not Mrs. Flatboard’s younger brother!!!

But Asher wasn’t fazed. He weighed his options: he could fly above the ground and avoid the potholes entirely...

But that would draw too much attention. Instead—

He smirked and vanished, activating his invisibility skill.

The crowd gasped. And then—

CRACK!

He reappeared behind Lorraine, delivering a slap-a-bitch slap across her cheek that echoed through the arena. The imprint of his hand burned red on her face.

Lorraine’s eyes widened in shock.

And then, another slap. From the other side.

Then another.

The crowd fell silent, completely stunned. Each slap was louder than the other. Lorraine’s hands flew to her cheeks, trying to protect them, but Asher didn’t let up. He slapped her hands until they turned red too.

Backhand slaps. Double claps. He gave them all to her. The crowd was losing its mind. Gasps, laughter, screams—it was a circus of disbelief.

Up in the stands, Rose, Rin, and Tama munched on the puff-puffs Sharon had brought.

"Mhm... hubby has gotten really good," Rose said, licking her lips.

Sharon nodded slowly. "Yeah... I never knew brother dearest could be this strong."

Rose raised a brow. "I meant... he had gotten really good at holding back!"

Sharon’s jaw dropped when Rin and Tama both nodded in agreement.

"You... you mean he’s—he’s holding back?!" Sharon choked.

Meanwhile, Brittany was on the verge of combusting. If he wanted revenge for all the bullying I did to his sister... he’d totally crush me.

But she clung to her pride. I’m a noble! He wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me!

She smacked her lackey. "Do something! Trap him already!"

"I-I’m trying! But he’s too fast—I can’t even see where he is!"

"Just do it!!! Create an opening for Lorraine, I don’t care how!"

The poor lackey tried again, focusing hard. Finally, she cast her spell—but misfired and trapped Lorraine instead, making her stumble on sleek, muddy ground, arms flailing as she lost her balance.

Asher saw his chance.

He jumped into the air, spun slightly, and landed a clean, brutal slap straight into her right cheek.

Sending. Her. Flying.

Scrrrrrrrr.

That was all Lorraine could hear—the sound of air tearing past her ears as pain exploded through her body.

She hit the ground, body trembling, and the tears she’d been holding finally spilled.

"YOU BASTARD!!" she shrieked. "YOU RUINED MY FACE!! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!!"

And she wasn’t exaggerating. Her once-flawless complexion was now red, swollen, and bruised in blotches of blue and black like someone stung by a thousand wasps.

Some fans gasped in sympathy. Others turned away. The commentators could barely speak. And Asher’s supporters? They screamed, cheered, and waved betting slips in the air.

But amidst Lorraine’s meltdown, she lost control of her summon.

The Verdant Dread growled, its eyes glowing as it thrashed. Branches whipped wildly, smashing parts of the arena, toppling chairs, and injuring spectators.

Panic gripped the stands.

"It’s gone berserk!"

"Help! Somebody help!"

"My leg—I’m stuck!"

Senior hunters bolted up, preparing to act—when Asher made his move.

He pulled out his scalpel, activated his job skill—The Scalpel Master—and imbued his scalpel with PP, the purplish power swirling around the blade like smoke.

Then, with precision and force, he hurled it straight at the glowing core on the Verdant Dread’s bark.

FWHIP—THUNK!

The scalpel slammed straight into the monster’s core, exploding with a BOOM.

The Verdant Dread howled, splitting apart in a rain of shattered bark and whipping branches. Some pieces were about to fall on the audience—until a freezing wind whipped through the air.

Freya, the dark elf S-rank, froze the branches mid-air with her massive ice sword, saving the crowd.

She strolled onto the stage with calm elegance, ignoring the praises and thanks the crowd was giving her.

"It’s been a while, human." She said, reaching to Asher.

Asher turned, smirking. "Thanks for the save, dark elf hunter girl."

"Name’s Freya. I believe I’ve told you that a long time."

"Right!" Asher chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "I’ll remember that name, dark elf ice girl!"

She growled. "You’re impossible." Then she smiled slyly. "So... since you’re heading to your shop after this, got room for one more worker?"

Asher blinked. "How did you—?"

"I’d love to work for you," she said sweetly.

His grin froze.

How the hell does she know I have a shop? Or that I just hired someone this morning?

Back then, she even knew my name before I told her...

This girl is CREEPY!!!

Seriously creepy.

He shuddered at the thought.

To be continued...