The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 233 -: Parfect copy.[1]

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The air cracked with the sound of sonic booms.

Duke Sant felt the pressure against his chest as he soared through the sky.

The wind whipped against his face, but he didn’t blink. He turned his head for a moment to look back at the ground below.

Behind him, the sight was incredible. His son-in-law, Vined, was charging toward the massive gates.

Vined wasn’t alone; a whole army followed his lead, their boots thundering against the earth.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark with thousands of arrows.

The enemy was raining death down from the walls. But Vined didn’t even slow down.

With a calm expression, he swung his weapon in a blur of motion.

Every arrow that came near him was smashed into splinters.

He was blocking them all by himself, making it look like child’s play.

"Keep pushing, Vined! Don’t let them breathe!" Duke Sant shouted, his voice carrying over the roar of the wind.

Vined looked up for a split second and nodded, his eyes burning with focus.

"The gate will be down before you land, Duke!" he yelled back.

Duke Sant turned his gaze forward again. A small, confident smile played on his lips.

’Vivian was right,’ he thought. ’This plan is perfect.’

For a long time, they had the strategy, but they lacked the power. They needed another Grandmaster to make it work.

Now, with Vivian on their side, the scales had finally tipped.

Vivian was currently occupied with the "Clown"—that annoying fighter who had been like a thorn in their side for way too long.

Duke Sant watched the distance close between him and the high walls.

"Today, the Clown dies, or at least he bleeds," Duke Sant muttered to himself.

His own target was different today. He wasn’t going for the Clown this time.

Instead, he was heading straight for that thing, the strange creature guarding the inner wall.

He could see it now. The creature was still the same, pulsing with a dark energy.

Most people would be terrified, but Sant felt a surge of cold, calculated excitement.

He knew the creature’s power level. It was strong, a mid-stage Grandmaster level, but Sant was a late-stage Grandmaster.

He was simply faster, stronger, and more experienced.

"You’re just a speed bump on my way to the Clown," Sant said, his eyes narrowing.

He gripped his sword tighter, feeling the energy hum through his arms.

His plan was simple: kill the creature quickly, then dive back into the main fight to help Vivian finish off the Clown once and for all.

The Tramplins had ruled this area through fear for too long.

But as Duke Sant pushed his body even faster, breaking the sound barrier again, he knew their time was up.

He could see the fear on the faces of the soldiers on the wall as he flew toward them like a human meteor.

"Vined has the gate, Vivian has the Clown, and I have the beast," Duke Sant whispered, his face hardening into a mask of pure determination.

"The Tramplins will fall today."

Duke Sant flew for a while until he reached the walls and stopped in the air, his cloak slowly settling behind him.

The battlefield noise felt distant up here. Just wind. Just tension.

"So... you did not run?" he said calmly.

About one hundred feet away, the creature floated in the air.

It looked just as twisted as before. One half of its body was clearly male, broad shoulder, rough skin.

The other half was female, slimmer arm, curved shape.

The line between the two halves cut straight down the middle of its face.

One eye was sharp and narrow. The other was wide and cold.

It gripped its spear tightly.

Its teeth ground together.

"I do not fear anyone," it said. Its voice was wrong. Half deep. Half soft. Both speaking at the same time.

Duke Sant let out a cold snort.

"Hmph. You have courage. I will give you that."

He raised his sword.

The air around him bent.

Then—

He vanished.

A sharp crack split the sky.

In the next instant, he appeared right in front of the creature.

Clang!

His sword came down like a falling mountain.

The creature reacted fast. It lifted its spear and blocked the strike.

But the moment metal met metal, the sky shook.

Boom!

The creature’s body was thrown backward. Its feet scraped through the air as if the air itself had turned solid.

It slid back dozens of feet before it managed to stop.

Its arms trembled.

"Grrrr..."

It ground its teeth and rushed forward again, spear spinning.

Duke Sant did not wait.

He stepped forward in the air and charged.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Their weapons collided again and again.

Each impact sent waves through the sky. Clouds scattered. The wind howled around them.

The creature attacked wildly, stabbing and sweeping its spear in sharp arcs.

But Duke Sant’s movements were clean and steady. He blocked, cut, stepped aside, then struck back.

Every strike of his sword carried heavy force.

The creature began to slow.

Its injuries were not visible at first.

But inside—

Its bones shook.

Its arms felt numb.

Each collision sent shock through its body. Tiny cracks formed inside. Its organs trembled from the force.

Blood slowly gathered in its mouth.

It tried to swallow it down.

Clang!

Another heavy strike landed.

The creature’s spear bent slightly from the pressure.

Blood spilled from the corner of its lips.

It was sent flying back again.

It struggled to steady itself in the air.

Duke Sant lowered his sword slightly and looked at it with cold eyes.

"Where are you going?" he said.

His voice was calm. Almost bored.

"Come here."

Duke Sant chased forward, his body cutting through the sky like a blade.

But the creature was not running.

It suddenly turned.

It rushed straight at him.

Their distance closed in a blink.

Duke Sant’s eyes sharpened.

He moved his sword.

Bright fire slid down the edge of the blade. It was not normal fire.

It looked thick. Heavy. Like flowing lava clinging to steel. The heat twisted the air around it.

Clang!

He swung.

The sword tore through the sky and the lava scattered like burning rain.

Drops of fire fell toward the battlefield below, exploding when they touched the ground.

The creature raised its spear and blocked.

Metal screamed against metal.

The force pushed both of them apart for a split second.

Then the creature opened its mouth and let out a sharp shriek.

The sound was strange. It was not loud, but it pierced deep. It felt like a needle pushing into the brain.

Duke Sant frowned.

Without hesitation, he moved forward and kicked toward its abdomen.

His movement was clean and direct.

But just before the kick landed—

The creature bent its waist backward at an unnatural angle.

The kick missed by inches.

Its body folded like it had no bones.

Then it snapped forward again.

Too close.

Less than one meter away.

Duke Sant’s pupils shrank.

The creature’s eyes suddenly shone brightly. One eye glowed red. The other glowed blue.

Its lips moved.

"Intuition: Perfact copy"