The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 185: How Will You Know If You Don’t Try

Afterwards, in front of Lynn and Catherine, Natasha suppressed her power to the extent of Level 300 and had a back-and-forth spar with Vivian.

At the start, the battle was one-sided. Even in a match of the same level, novice Vivian was far from being a match for Natasha.

But as the duel continued, Vivian gradually found some ability to counterattack. Although she was quickly subdued by Natasha again, it had to be admitted that the gap between the human and dragon was continuously narrowing.

By the end, Vivian could even occasionally land a surprise hit on Natasha. Although the number of hits she received was more than five times that of Natasha, it could be considered an exchange of blows, posing a certain threat to Natasha.

Among the observers, Catherine wore a serious expression, nodding repeatedly at her "beloved student’s" impressive performance. Indeed, Vivian was worthy of her training; even if she was originally a delicate noble lady, with her guidance, she could now bite back at a giant dragon.

Nonetheless, her talent in combat was indeed astounding. She could swiftly master any technique at a basic level, and quickly excel comprehensively, almost like having a proficiency progress bar that fills up and she automatically learns, disregarding everything else.

Moreover, her previous bottleneck issue had been resolved. Vivian’s future prospects were limitless; in three to five years, these "old seniors" might have to take a step back — it might become Vivian’s world in the future.

As for Lynn, he felt Vivian truly had a long way to go. After sparring with a same-level opponent for such a long time, she still hadn’t defeated Natasha, nor forced her to use her higher-level strength, which was really not up to par.

Considering he always challenged levels beyond his own, at Level 300 he dared to tackle Level 350 creatures, even elite beasts weren’t a problem. After reaching the Saint Tier, he could defeat Level 600 enemies at Level 500, even minor bosses could be taken down.

Vivian’s current performance was like a template of an average player, far from even approaching the edge of a top professional player, let alone an elite player.

"Bam bam!"

"Bam!"

At this point, the human and dragon, who had been sparring for a long time, separated after another clash.

Vivian took two punches from Natasha, but she also managed to land one punch on Natasha. It seemed Natasha had the upper hand, but her two punches hit Vivian’s arm, whereas Vivian’s punch landed directly on Natasha’s chest.

If this had been a real battle instead of a sparring exercise, Natasha would certainly have been more hurt than Vivian, and the scale of victory would be hard to determine.

"What a monster! Didn’t you say you’d need two and a half days? Why do I feel like you’re almost there?"

Unconvinced after being pushed back, Natasha yelled. With that last punch, Vivian could already utilize 90% of her full strength, with only slight wastage. If Natasha was truly only at Level 300, Vivian’s punch would already have caused her internal injuries.

"This must be the effect of diligent practice."

Vivian said, wiping the fragrant sweat from her forehead. She felt exhilarated fighting with Natasha. Natasha’s control over power was strong; no matter how the fight progressed, she remained within the realm of Level 300 prowess, as if actually fighting a same-level opponent.

However, Natasha probably was holding back; she never used any attack skills against her, only engaging in hand-to-hand combat, intentionally letting her win due to her inexperience. Otherwise, facing a same-level opponent with complete skill mastery would have been extremely difficult for her.

Yet in reality, Natasha wasn’t holding back at all. As a member of the dragon race, Natasha’s original profession was that of a Molten Giant Dragon. Before Level 500, Molten Giant Dragons only had their dragon physique, and so-called skills were just innate abilities like Claw Strike, Tail Whip, and Flaming Breath, lacking any formed skills.

Once she could transform into human form, she could learn skills, but those were based on Level 500 skills. How could she use them on Vivian? Using them would be against the rules and the judge would kick her out...

"Damn! If I had your talent, I’d probably rank among the top twenty on the entire continent by now!"

Natasha gritted her teeth, wanting to bare her fangs, but seeing Lynn on the side, she shrunk back.

It should be known she was currently at Level 720, but she hadn’t even mastered Level 650 skills, let alone High-tier Saint Skills above Level 700.

If she had Vivian’s abilities, mastering all skills appropriate to her level during this period, her actual combat strength would place her among the top 20 on the Divine Protection Continent, ranking just below the top powerhouses with the Saint Emperor title.

Of course, you’d have to exclude Lord Lynn, or else all the so-called top powerhouses with only High-tier Saint strength wouldn’t count as anything...

"Natasha, you must also work hard! With hard work comes progress and success!"

Vivian cheered on her equally matched opponent, her adorable demeanor left Natasha, under the pressure of a genius, utterly speechless for once.

"Vivian is right. If your head weren’t full of nonsense, you’d already be able to match wits with an average Saint Emperor by now."

Lynn chimed in from the side. Vivian had only been brought up to Level 288 by him, yet Natasha had her levels boosted by his Divine Gift experience to reach Level 720. Even compared to Akelie, she was only 30 levels lower. Ordinarily, unless she was incredibly lazy and learned nothing at all, by now she should have been able to rival a Saint Emperor.

"That’s not true... It’s just Lord Lynn keeps stringing me along, otherwise, fulfilling my wish, Natasha would surely be more diligent than Vivian!"

In front of Vivian and Catherine, and with no children around, Natasha had no qualms about speaking her mind. After all, they were all Lord Lynn’s women; eventually, everyone would have their day, so no one could mock the other.

"Is that so? But I have a feeling you’d just become addicted, clinging to me every day without letting go?"

Lynn walked up and flicked Natasha’s forehead, preventing her from indulging in unsavory fantasies.

Though he hadn’t experienced the real deal, he had seen the process. Having watched plenty of movies where the plot wraps up with just two or three actors, he’d never seen an example where an obsessed woman turns honest after tasting the ’forbidden fruit.’

For most examples, an anti-addiction system is needed to keep them in check; otherwise, they’d probably be bed-ridden every day.

"Well, how would Lord Lynn know unless you give it a try?"

Natasha twisted her body coquettishly, speaking in a charming tone.

"Don’t start getting frisky at a time like this!"

Lynn gave Natasha another, more significant forehead flick, reminding her to come to her senses — it wasn’t dark yet; it wasn’t the right time...

Wait, no! Even if the timing was right, it couldn’t be this way. He had arranged her to warm his bed, not for her to sleep with him.