The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss Part 1 || LK Adaptation

𝑭𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌

When Lisa did not respond to him, he believed that she was timid or that she was frightened. That immediately placed him in a good mood.

“Hand over all of those badges on the ground,” the swordsman snorted and said.

Lisa quirked her eyebrows. It seemed like those people had wanted to reap the benefits without putting in any effort at all.

However, since they had the nerve to target their belongings, then they must have been prepared for their downfall as well.

“I hate unskilled robbers like you the most.” Lisa looked at the swordsman’s greedy eyes and wondered how she should make those reckless fools regret the moment they laid their eyes on her.

“What did you say?!” The swordsman did not expect the little lad to criticize him, and his expression immediately darkened.

How dare a measly herbalist spoke to him like that?!

The swordsman’s longsword immediately streaked across Lisa’s neck with a twist of his wrists and sliced strands of her hair in the blink of an eye.

“Kid, I would advise you to be obedient. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.” The swordsman looked at Lisa arrogantly. She had not moved an inch, and so he thought that she was terrified of him.

As expected, students from the Herbalist Division were all chicken-hearted idiots. He had merely frightened her, and the guy was already rooted to the ground.

Lisa looked at the strands of her hair on the ground and her eyebrows furrowed.

Did no one tell that idiot that a lady’s hair was like their second face?

Well, that was reason enough for Lisa.

The swordsman was unaware of his imminent death as he turned toward his companions and smiled at them. It was that split second that he did not notice the rapid gestures from Lisa’s slender fingers.

Just as he wanted to turn around to lecture that ignorant kid, the swordsman felt as if a huge rock had struck him. He had no time to react before he crashed onto the ground with his limbs spread wide opened.

He felt an invisible force had pressed down on his body, and he was stuck to the ground. It was difficult to breathe, and he was unable to wield his sword because he could not even lift his fingers.

All of his strength was drained instantly, and he could hear buzzing sounds in his ears. His vision blurred, and he could only vaguely see the little herbalist who sat in front of him with a sinister smile.

He did not know what had happened to his body or why he was incapable of movement so suddenly.

Lisa already understood the effect of the Illusion Construct curse, and after she cast the Enervation curse on the swordsman, she felt even more satisfied. When she saw the swordsman’s strength, she knew that it was impossible for him to rank five levels above her. The Enervation curse had an extreme effect on its victim. It could not only suppress one’s movement, but it could also turn one’s mind into a puddle of mush.

How could she have the heart to refuse someone who had sent themselves as guinea pigs for her training?

The few people who stood some distance away nearly lost their minds when their teammate fell onto the ground and became motionless.

“What’s wrong with him?” The archer kept his hold on his arrows and turned to question his teammates. The swordsman’s situation was too bizarre. He was still extremely cocky just moments ago, so how did he end up on the floor the next second?