The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 216 -: I’m not here to fight you.

Chapter: 216 I’m not here to fight you.

"Boom!"

The creature thrust its spear at Vivian, but Vivian’s sword energy sliced right through and hit the creature hard in the stomach.

The creature stepped back a few times.

It grabbed its stomach with its right hand to stop the bleeding from the wound.

"Is he only at the early stage?" the creature muttered as it flew backward.

It was at the mid stage of grandmaster level, yet it had never been hurt so badly by someone weaker than itself.

When it looked at Vivian, it seemed like Vivian had not even used half his full power.

The creature clicked its tongue in anger and gripped its spear tightly with both hands.

A strange power burst out from its body and wrapped around the spear.

No one could see the energy, but everyone could feel how strong it was.

"Spiritual energy..." Vivian said quietly. His eyes became serious.

The energy around the spear was spiritual energy. It was similar to mana, but much stronger.

Spells made with spiritual energy caused far more damage than mana spells, but they were hard to use and needed a lot of preparation.

For warriors, spiritual energy was easier.

They wrapped it around their weapons or bodies like an aura, and it made their attacks extremely powerful.

Seeing the creature use spiritual energy meant it was in real trouble and had no other choice.

Vivian raised his left hand and said softly, "Come."

The creature gave a strange roar, it sounded like both a man and a woman screaming together.

It charged straight at Vivian, holding the spear in its right hand.

In its left hand, shadows appeared and spun fast, forming a dark swirling circle.

"Black vortex," the creature said as it threw the spinning vortex toward Vivian.

Vivian stayed calm. He moved at lightning speed and caught the vortex with his left hand.

Bright light appeared in his palm. He closed his fist hard.

The vortex broke apart and disappeared.

But the moment it vanished, the spear flew toward Vivian’s neck at high speed.

Vivian gave a cold snort and said quietly,

"All the earth of the world, listen to my command!"

The ground under them shook strongly.

Huge pieces of earth and rock shot up from below and gathered in front of Vivian, forming a thick wall of mud and stone.

"Boom!"

The spear crashed into the mud wall. The force spread across the entire wall instead of hitting Vivian directly.

Vivian didn’t wait. He rushed forward toward the creature that was now moving back.

The spear that hit the wall suddenly stopped, turned around, and flew toward Vivian again from behind.

Vivian felt the air shake as the spear came close.

It was very fast and still carried huge power, but its strength had become weaker after hitting the wall, and most of the spiritual energy had faded.

Vivian turned around. His eyes locked onto the spear.

"Courting death!" he said with a snort. He stopped moving in mid-air and stood ready to face it.

Vivian clenched his left fist. Sharp claws grew out from his hand.

The horns on his head glowed with a bright red light.

Even his metallic hair started turning red from the heat coming from his horns.

Vivian bent his waist a little and pointed his horns straight at the incoming spear.

"Fire and light," he whispered.

A powerful red beam shot out from his horns.

The beam moved extremely fast toward the spear, but it could not stop it.

The spear passed right through the light beam, like a needle going through soft tofu.

Vivian stared at the spear. A deep frown appeared on his face.

"This thing... it has a spirit!" he said.

[Spirit?] The sword spirit suddenly spoke inside his head.

[What kind? Is it male or female?] It sounded excited as it focused on the spear.

Vivian narrowed his eyes. He carefully checked the energy coming from the spear.

"It’s lust," he decided.

[Lust?!] The sword spirit’s voice became even more excited. [Is it female?]

Vivian did not answer. He moved forward and charged straight toward the flying spear.

The spear rushed at him with terrifying speed and power.

But this time Vivian did not use his sword. He stretched out his hand and said calmly,

"A mere spirit?"

The spear was right in front of him now. Vivian reached out and grabbed the handle tightly.

"You dare?" he said, staring straight at the spear.

The spear fought back, trying to break free from his grip.

But Vivian refused to let go. He twisted his body and turned the spear’s direction, pointing it straight at the creature that was trying to escape.

"Take your thing back!"

With huge force, Vivian threw the spear toward the creature.

This time he covered the spear with his own spiritual energy, completely blocking the spirit inside from interfering.

The creature was already far away.

When it saw the spear rushing toward it, its face turned pale with fear.

It quickly moved even faster, so fast that it could no longer be seen clearly.

But the spear was faster still.

’This damn thing!’ the creature cursed inside its mind. Still, the spear kept coming without slowing down.

"Damn it, I shouldn’t have listened to them in the first place," it muttered. Anger and hatred boiled up inside it.

In the distance, Vivian watched the creature running for its life.

He flew forward at a calm, steady pace, not in a hurry.

As he moved through the air, a thought came to him.

Actually, the thought wasn’t new, it had started when the creature first attacked him.

"Where did this thing come from?" he murmured to himself.

This creature was very strange, extremely strange. It looked like someone had forced a man and a woman together into one body.

And more than that, it seemed the creature had come here specifically looking for him.

"Does this creature have something to do with the clown?" Vivian frowned.

If he connected the pieces, it made sense. People said the clown was very weird and had many strange abilities.

This creature didn’t show those same powers, but it still looked bizarre. Maybe there was some connection between them.

Also, from what Vivian could tell, this creature had been waiting here just for him. But how could it know he was in this place?

He had been in seclusion, completely hidden, for four years. No one should have known where he was. It didn’t make any sense.

While Vivian was thinking about all these things, a sudden loud laugh echoed through the area.

"Gahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha!"

The laugh was rough, blunt, and very unpleasant, like nails scratching on metal mixed with madness.

Along with the laugh, a heavy, strange presence filled the entire space. It felt cold, tricky, and dangerous.

Vivian’s eyes narrowed sharply. He locked his gaze on the direction the laugh came from.

"This..." he murmured under his breath.

Without wasting a second, he rushed forward toward where the creature had fled.

Thanks to Vivian’s incredible speed, he covered the distance almost instantly.

The moment he arrived, another figure appeared right in front of the terrified creature.

That figure reached out casually with one hand and caught the flying spear as if it weighed nothing.

With a small flick of his wrist, the spear vanished into his subspace storage.

Vivian’s eyes narrowed even more. He spoke the name softly, but with clear certainty.

"Clown..."

Yes, it was the Clown himself, wearing his signature clown mask that covered most of his face.

The mask had its usual wide, creepy painted smile and empty black eye holes.

He looked exactly like the rumors described: strange, playful, and deadly.

The Clown grabbed the creature by the back of its neck.

The creature, once so fierce, now looked completely pale and weak, like all its strength had drained away in fear.

"It is my honor to meet the heaven’s child," the Clown said in a smooth, polite voice.

He turned his masked face toward Vivian and gave a small, theatrical bow.

Vivian stayed completely silent. Inside his mind, one thought repeated clearly: ’So I was right...?’

The Clown seemed to read Vivian’s thoughts without any difficulty.

He tilted his head slightly and spoke again, his tone calm and almost friendly.

"Yes, he is with me. Don’t worry, this little pet belongs to my collection." He patted the trembling creature like it was a scared animal.

Then he raised one hand in a peaceful gesture. "And please... put away your sword. I’m not here to fight you right now. Not today."

The Clown’s voice stayed light, but there was something hidden underneath, a quiet warning that made the air feel heavier.

Vivian didn’t move. His claws were still out, his horns still faintly glowing red, and his eyes stayed locked on the masked man.

He was calculating, watching every small movement, waiting to see what the Clown would do next.