Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Chapter 137

In the fighting arena, Melanie was up against two men-one named Roger and the other, Huson-who were twins that didn't look alike. Both men were much taller than Melanie.

True to her slim figure, Melanie moved as nimbly as a shadow, weaving smoothly between the two men.

Ophelia watched with great interest from the sidelines. Eric had once told her that girls couldn't match men in terms of strength; they needed to use their natural advantages and respond with skill and flexibility. Melanie had mastered this principle perfectly, using her agility to wear down the two men's stamina.

Finally, catching them off guard, she delivered a flying kick that brought both of them down.

"Oh my gosh! Melanie, you're incredible!"

"No wonder you're Kenneth's right hand; no ordinary person could handle those moves."

Melanie stepped forward and offered a hand, pulling both men up from the ground.

"It's only through sparring that you truly discover your strength, Roger said, brushing off the dust from his clothes.

Melanie stood on the platform of the fighting ring, her eyes glancing again at Ophelia, a faint smirk on her lips and a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Ophelia thought, 'Is this a challenge aimed at me?'

Faced with such provocation, Ophelia didn't care at all, acting as if nothing happened while she continued to wander around.

Just then, a lean figure strolled in with his hands in his pockets, a lollipop between his teeth, and his long wolf-tail hair was even longer than before.

He walked towards Ophelia, drawing curious glances from everyone around.

Standing a few meters apart, Eric pulled a lollipop from his pocket and tossed it to her.

The lollipop traced an arc through the air and landed perfectly in Ophelia's hand.

"Thanks!" She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth, the green apple flavor filling her taste buds-it was her favorite.

"How's your injury? Adjusting well here?" Ophelia twirled the candy stick, giving him a look over. Judging by his walking, he seemed almost fully recovered.

"Healing up quickly. It's been... nice here." Eric looked down, licking his upper lip before his gaze settled on her. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Ophelia smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Her smile was contagious.

Eric smiled too, showing a bit of his mischievous charm. "Thank you, Elia."

They shared a glance, without any more words. However, to others, the scene looked quite unusual.

"I knew it! How could someone enter the base without going through the selection? Must be due to connections!" said the man standing beside Melanie, codename Bighost.

Bighost was a muscular guy with a tanned complexion, small eyes with single eyelids, and heavy dark circles beneath them. The tattoos on his head and neck made him appear even more intimidating.

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Chapter 137

In the ring stood several big and burly men. Below the ring, two people, looking like high school students, were munching on lollipops.

"Hey, newcomer! You've been at the guild for so long, but you haven't gone on a single mission, right?" Bighost sneered. "Do you know what happens to useless folks like you here? There's only one result, and that is..." Bighost made a throat-slitting gesture and grinned menacingly, his eyes filled with a chilling aura.

"Bighost, don't say that. Didn't he manage to get close to the girl around Kenneth? Of course, Kenneth has to show some respect and let him have a meal ticket." The tone sounded like they were tossing a crust to a beggar. "Newcomer, why don't you come up and spar? Stop acting like a wimp every day, and really, cut that long hair! It's disgusting! Do you think you're the second-ranked assassin BC?"

Melanie stood quietly, listening to the mocking and challenging tone of these people.

Her gaze was fixed on Ophelia. Although she was still leisurely sucking on her lollipop, it was obvious she was starting to get irritated.

"Didn't you say things were good here?" Ophelia shot Eric a cold glance. He couldn't t