Here's what happened.
Let's rewind the scene a little.
Back when Fyren first battled Otto—it was the longest fight they had ever had. Yes, that one.
Pay close attention here!
Right here… ahem, there's a vertical plastic tube.
Inside the tube was a section of rebar sticking straight up from the ground.
The rebar was as thick as a baby's arm and about twenty centimeters long—quite substantial, one might say.
Enough to get the job done.
It was a protruding end intentionally left during construction.
But the construction team was worried that someone might trip over it or get impaled if they fell. So, what did they do?
Exactly! They covered it with a thicker plastic tube.
That way, if someone fell, the hard plastic tube would take the impact—it might jab you, but it wouldn't pierce through. You get what I mean?
Plus, with this milky-white hard plastic tube, the thing was more visible, reducing the risk of accidents.
So that's the situation. That's what was there.
Now, let's look at their second clash!
Yes, this scene!
Notice anything? The plastic tube is gone!
Where did it go? Check out the slow-mo replay of Fyren's flash-step—see?
The wind stirred up by Fyren's movement—a sheer巧合—lifted the tube and sent it rolling away.
So… the rebar was left exposed.
Finally, let's watch Sherry's sudden intervention!
Sherry was worried the Young Lord might get hurt and wanted to take Fyren's fatal strike in Otto's place. Of course, she didn't know Otto already had victory in hand.
In the eyes of the three close guard beauties, this final fight was a life-or-death gamble.
Sherry was loyal!
She thought, "Oh no! There's no way I'm letting our Young Lord gamble with his life against Fyren!
Who cares if Fyren dies? Our Young Lord's life is priceless! How can he bet it like this? If anyone's gonna bet, it should be me!
Sister Sabrina and Sister Flora have already fought. I'm late to the action—this is exactly when I should step up!"
So, she rushed in and pushed Otto aside!
That push wouldn't have been a big deal—Otto was thrown off but didn't fall hard. He kept his posture and was still in control. He just landed on his butt… that's all.
But what a crazy coincidence, right?
He happened to sit right on… that exposed rebar.
And no one in the world knew—only Otto himself was aware—that his Divine Crusher, despite its incredibly strong defense, hard as a turtle's shell, had one sole weakness… right there!
Yes! Exactly where… the rebar pierced through.
And as Fyren dodged Sherry, his instincts kept his eyes locked on Otto. He saw everything with eagle-eyed clarity: how Otto sat down, how his eyes widened, how the expression on his face shifted.
He even saw Otto's Regal Majesty vanish in an instant, leaving him completely ordinary.
So, lying on the ground, Fyren couldn't help but laugh.
He may have lost his final gamble, but Sherry—that adorable,无敌大宝贝儿!
Ha ha ha!
She really was his lucky star!
How could she be so cute? And she even looked at me with guilt!
What are you feeling guilty for?
If it weren't for you today, I'd be done for!
I'd have been humiliated!
This "vestment of honor" would've gone to Otto!
No one else had a clue what really happened—only Fyren and Otto knew what was really under his butt just now. I know, and you know.
And the person with the most information on the scene? Congratulations to our Fyren—ding ding ding ding!
Fyren!
Eliza helped Fyren up, her voice full of concern. "Are you alright?"
"Hahaha, I'm fine, really. It's nothing."
"Hey, why are you still laughing?"
"Huh? I'm happy!"
"Are you out of your mind? What's there to be happy about? Let me check your wounds."
"Ah, it's really fine. Let's go check on my senior brother."
Over there, Otto was truly…
really, truly…
speechless.
He knew Sherry's intentions were good.
In fact, every time Sherry ended up screwing him over, her motives were pure.
By all reason, he should be touched.
A maid so loyal, so utterly—almost brainlessly—devoted to him… if you weren't moved, were you even human?
But right now… all he wanted was to strangle her.
Dammit… ever since this damn girl arrived at Crystalpeak City, she's been absolutely jinxing him!
Thanks to her, his luck had hit rock bottom!
And the key point was… in everyone else's eyes, she was protecting him!
Goddamn it!
The excruciating, heart-rending pain from his rear made him wish he were dead. He didn't dare move a muscle.
If he stood up now… forget about the blood that would surely gush out… the sheer embarrassment would be too much to bear!
Him! Otto!
Sat on a piece of rebar?!
He wasn't afraid of going toe-to-toe with Fyren for three hundred rounds!
But now a single exposed rebar had broken his technique!
This was so humiliating!
Otto sat there, pretending nothing was wrong.
Sherry ran over, full of concern. "Young Lord, are you alright?"
Otto forced a smile. "I'm fine."
Sherry gave his shoulder a push. "Then stand up and let Sherry take a look!"
"Whoa, whoa, no no no—don't push me, don't push! I… I just want to sit for a while longer."
Sherry said, "This subordinate deserves death for her crime! I arrived too late!"
Otto was fuming internally. If you hadn't come, no one would have missed you!?
Still pretending to be calm, he said, "Sherry, what brought you here?"
"I just had a feeling that Fyren, being so cunning, definitely had ill intentions leaving me at the house. So I thought I'd come out to find him. Then I saw a group of people had captured Chloe and the others—it made me so mad! I beat them up, freed the girls, and rushed up here immediately!"
"As soon as I arrived, I saw you and Fyren were already in the heat of battle. I knew you had used your Divine Crusher, and I was afraid you might have a mishap. So I timely, selflessly, and loyally pushed you out of the way!"
"Young Lord, please don't praise me. Sherry follows you precisely so that at times like these, I can use my very life to protect you! If such a situation were to happen again, I would still make the same choice!"
Otto stared at her.
Again!?
Oh hell no! Keeping you around is basically self-torture!
Sherry began to cry. "Young Lord, are you hurt? Please get up, let Sherry take a look!"
She started pushing at Otto again.
The other two girls also came over, reaching out to touch Otto and chattering anxiously about his condition.
Otto… he… had something stuck inside him!
How could he handle being pushed like this?
The agony was surreal!
Otto was furious! But he had to极力装作不激动, trying to sound rational and reasonable:
"Can you just talk without pushing me? What's wrong with letting me sit here for a while and ponder life?"
"Doesn't life require frequent reflection? Tell me, doesn't it!?"
The three girls were completely bewildered.
They nodded hurriedly. "Yes… yes, it does require reflection, but—"
"No buts!" Otto cut in. "Step back, all of you. Let me quietly enjoy the pleasure of solitude here, alright?"
Just then, Fyren walked over, with Eliza holding his arm.
Fyren said with a smile, "First Disciple, care for another round?"
Sherry immediately pushed Otto aside and stepped in front of him. "Fyren, don't push your luck!"
Behind her, Otto wobbled like a weighted doll before snapping back upright!
The pain!
It was real!
And it was brutal! Otto was an authority on that right now!
His whole body convulsed as if his bones were being twisted… his arms practically retracting into his torso, his hands trembling uncontrollably in the air—clenching, unclenching, grabbing, forming fists…
His head swayed slowly side to side, his mouth opening, working silently, then opening again…
In summary, it all boiled down to one word:
Endure!
Things had already come to this—he couldn't lose face now!
No matter what, he had to hold on!
After trading a few barbs with Fyren, Sherry reached down to help Otto up. "Young Lord, let's go! Let's see who dares to stop us!"
As she pulled him up—
Otto nearly lost control of his expression: "It's… it's comin' out! It's comin' out!"
Fyren deliberately joked as if playing around: "I'm making my move~"
Startled, Sherry immediately let go of Otto and drew half her sword. "How dare you!"
Otto plopped back down.
By now, he wished he could curl up into a ball!
Seeing that Fyren was just teasing her, Sherry muttered, "How childish! Young Lord, let's go!"
Once again, she tried to help Otto up.
"Don't! Whoa—!"
Fyren called out again: "Here comes another move~"
Sherry released Otto again, half-drawing her sword, only to see Fyren hadn't moved an inch. She fumed, "Fyren, are you for real?"
By now, Otto was speechless, drenched in cold sweat, still clenching his fists and straining to endure.
Sherry declared, "Don't be afraid, Young Lord! I'm here! Let's see who dares to so much as scratch my Young Lord—if even a single hair on his head is harmed, I'll take their life!"
She once again tried to help up Otto, who had curled into himself.
Otto's face was deathly pale. "No! Don't—Oh damn—!"
Fyren feinted another lunge. "I'm attacking again!… Just kidding! Come on, come on! Hit me, you idiot!"
Sherry released Otto. "Fyren! Don't go too far! My Young Lord is contemplating life, see… Huh? Young Lord, why are you crying?"
"Uh…" Seeing Otto unable to speak, Sherry started rambling on her own: "My Young Lord carries the world in his heart—he must have been moved by something profound! Young Lord, let's go!"
"Stop!"
Otto finally found his voice. "You… you step back! Back off!"
"Young Lord, why are you…"
"I said back off! Back! Back! Back! Back!"
Confused, Sherry could only slowly retreat a few steps.
"You too, all of you, back!"
Fyren grinned, squatting down in front of Otto. "First Disciple, I suppose our sparring ends here for today?"
Otto nodded with a strained smile. "It's over, it's over! Ah, junior brother, your skills have improved so quickly! This senior brother is genuinely happy for you!"
Sherry, standing to the side, was utterly surprised. "So you two were just sparring?"
Otto snapped angrily, "You shut up! Not another word!"
Fyren knew it was impossible to finish Otto off here.
He had no fighting strength left himself—if he tried to kill Otto, these three women would tear him apart.
Smiling, he said, "Senior brother, you are truly the more powerful one."
"Ah, not at all, not at all! We brothers were sparring just fine, and then this girl had to come push people around! So annoying!"
"It's alright. Sherry is loyal, kind, and very brave. I quite like her! Thank you, senior brother, for sending her to protect me!"
"Oh? Junior brother likes her? Well then! I officially gift her to you!"
"Senior brother, how could I accept such a valuable… subordinate?"
"Ah, junior brother, no need to stand on ceremony with me! Take her—do it for my own good, I'm begging you to take her!"
Sherry was in tears. "Young Lord, I want to stay by your side forever!"
"Shut your mouth!" Otto roared.