The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 120: Benjamin Thinks Roselyn Is One Hell of a Beautiful Lady

Chapter 120: Benjamin Thinks Roselyn Is One Hell of a Beautiful Lady

Lines of lights, with golden and blue glow, rushed like cursive along the mushroom platform!

Nah, it’s just me and Roselyn "sparring."

The open-air cap stretched wide beneath our feet, as spongy as always, with moss cushioning each impact, edges dropping off into the vast hollow of the tree realm.

Vine bridges swayed gently in the distance, connecting us to the colossal trunks that vanished upward into twilight.

The artificial sun orb had dimmed completely; now the platform only glowed from its own bioluminescent veins and floating orbs, casting everything in soft silver-blue.

High above us, my displaced aura hung like a massive, swirling cloud; being dense and visible only to me.

I was using Sys to teleport the majority of it skyward so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt or disturb the fairies.

Apparently, Sys told me, Sakura usually did this same thing for me back at Shishi-no-su.

I didn’t know about that, then.

She would teleport the majority of my harsh aura so I could play with kids and meet regular folks without scaring them half to death.

But since we don’t always sleep together, and the process itself is daunting, I still scare the attendants sometimes.

It’s like suddenly walking into a room and meeting someone who was exuding blue flames.

Fortunately, since aura is a conceptual thing, I won’t get found out by the fairies.

Though... It looked as if some fairies were gazing at the blue aura far in the sky, but it’s probably my imagination.

Also seriously, Roselyn is giving me this much issue?

A fairy like her who’s supposed to be even weaker than a human?

{Explanation: the fairy called Roselyn is using magical strengthening to enhance her body. Although it still requires immense focus and expertise to evenly distribute magic throughout the form in the manner at which she has achieved.}

I don’t know, should I be relieved?

As it turned out, Roselyn was channeling her huge amount of magic throughout her body, making her naturally weak physique explosive and powerful.

Every strike carried the force of a battering ram wrapped in soft towel. Still painful despite the velvet.

And for some minutes now, I’ve been stuck in defense; busy blocking and parrying, then retreating step by step across the glowing moss.

I glanced at Roselyn again.

She was insanely fast, and used to this type of battle.

She showed a toothy smile, with her golden eyes sparkling with pure joy, and her dark braid swaying wildly with each dashing movement.

Her body moved like flexible lightning; it was so slender and toned, with every muscle defined under smooth brown skin.

When she leaped, her small breasts—bigger than most fairies’, firm and high—jiggled noticeably under the tight crop top, where her nipples pressed sharp points against the black fabric.

The motion drew the eye despite myself: pert boobs bouncing with each powerful bound, with the crop top hanging above the strip of toned midriff and faint abs flexing visibly as she twisted mid-air.

Her black shorts clung to her powerful thighs and the rounded curve of her ass, riding up slightly with every kick to expose more dark skin glistening with sweat.

As she had earlier stated; she looked like a living weapon wrapped in feminine grace; both dangerous and beautiful, utterly captivating.

I looked at her as a small smile tugged on my lips.

"Roselyn... You sure are one beautiful lady," I muttered, as she leaped several distances away from me, her face suddenly blushing crimson.

"Wh... what kind of underhanded trick was that?!" She pointed at me accusingly, with her braid whipping behind her.

"Huh? I was just sayin—"

"Well, don’t say it when we’re fighting!" She tightly closed her eyes, as her cheeks burned. "Geez, that’s cheating."

Cheating?

Maybe I needed to glance at the rules of fairy bout before I started.

She pouted but resumed her speedy strikes.

At such speed, I’m sure normal people would see us as blurry, or just gusts of wind.

The mushroom platform blurred beneath us; the moss tearing in long streaks where our feet dragged, and the air whistling around our bodies like we were cutting through it.

Each clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, making floating bubbles wobble and vine bridges sway.

Roselyn moved like a golden comet, dashing low, then exploding upward with a spinning kick;

I met her with precise blocks, my forearms absorbing the force, but my boots sliding back inches each time.

Our fists met in sharp cracks, with her knuckles glowing gold, and mine trailing faint blue smoke.

Our legs clashed in a blur of knees and shins; she spun into a roundhouse, and I ducked and countered with a palm strike she barely parried.

Every exchange was so movie-like; I bet it’d look good in slow-motion flashes, where her sweat flew and her hair whipped, or her muscles flexed under her skin.

Though, the entire platform trembling under the sheer kinetic energy.

But this time, I decided to honor her.

I didn’t evade or dodge anymore; we met our strikes head-on.

Fists on fists; with her glowing golden punch slamming into my guard with bone-rattling force; I countered with a straight jab, which she slapped aside.

Our legs and knees clashed in extraordinary speed; with her thigh sweeping low, I lifted my knee to block, the impact sending vibrations up my spine.

She spun into an elbow strike; I caught it on my forearm, twisted, and threw a hook she ducked under.

Our bodies were hazed together; with strikes, parry, counter, and the repeat—each collision sending sparks of gold and blue magic scattering across the moss like fireworks.

Ugh, my fingers were starting to hurt.

With a flying kick from her, I blocked then hopped her some steps back.

Looking back up, Roselyn’s body was exuding some golden mist, a sign that her magic was used as energy in her body; the shimmering aura wrapping her limbs, making every movement faster and stronger, then more explosive.

She still held her stance, smirking at me.

"What? Have you finally had enough?" she said. "You can give up now, and just let me eat you for dinner!"

Tsk.

Maybe I should start fighting her for real. She seems sturdy enough.