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Although Troy had many bruises on her body, thanks to the recovery ability of her demigod physique, these injuries, which did not exceed her body's threshold, did not actually harm her foundation and did not affect her actions.

Troy was not planning to sit still this time. Wanting to seize the initiative, she drew her sword and charged towards Diana. In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Diana, her movements swift and decisive, the sword swinging out without hesitation.

Diana saw through Troy's intention, and with a backhand, she used her sword to block the latter's slash, adding a touch of skill to knock the opponent's sword away. The sword rotated in her hand and returned to a forward grip, slashing down from top to bottom.

Troy retreated a few steps to dodge the slash, then lunged forward again, seizing the gap when Diana had not yet retracted her move to launch an attack. However, Diana's speed was simply too fast. Hermes' blessing not only enhanced her movement speed, but also greatly enhanced her reaction and thinking speed.

Faced with Diana, who was all-around and without blind spots, Troy felt a sense of powerlessness for the first time. Even if she saw the opponent's flaw and wanted to launch an attack, Diana would block the attack before she could.

This was no longer a matter of being one step ahead; it was pure physical dominance.

Unable to break the situation, Troy couldn't help but feel anxious, and her offensive became even more fierce. In just a few seconds, the two exchanged dozens of sword strikes, the sound of metal clashing incessantly, as if they had entered a blacksmith's shop.

The frequent collisions made the blades of the swords in both hands extremely hot, but Diana's sword was forged by Yang Le using the chains that trapped the demigod. It was the crystallization of his current technology and would obviously not be damaged by this level of combat.

Although the origin of the weapon in Troy's hand was unknown, it was obviously not an ordinary product. At least it didn't seem to have any problems, but the person holding the sword had a little problem.

In just one minute, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows. Troy only felt her tiger's mouth go numb and her arms ache, while Diana looked relaxed and at ease compared to her.

Blessings of the gods, kid.

Troy had unspeakable suffering. It was originally her who initiated the offensive, but at this time, she not only fell into a disadvantage, but also couldn't escape. Diana used a more violent offensive to tightly bite her. As long as Troy had a moment of slack, she would be defeated and then chopped into minced meat.

Under Diana's storm-like attack, Troy finally couldn't hold on. Her hands could barely hold the sword. Diana seized this opportunity to knock the sword out of her hand, and then placed the sword on Troy's neck.

"You lost," Diana stated the fact calmly. "Now tell me where Circe is?"

"I said," Troy lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression. "No way!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Troy went straight towards the blade, wanting to extract information. Diana naturally didn't want Troy to die, so she withdrew her sword first. Who knew that Troy would take advantage of the situation and fall in the opposite direction of Diana.

Not understanding the other party's intention, Diana had to retreat. With this retreat, Diana saw clearly that a rope had appeared in Troy's hand at some point. She was very familiar with that rope; it was one of her original equipment—the Lasso of Truth.

Diana's expression changed drastically immediately, pleasantly surprised. This was really a good thing that came just when she needed it. She was worried about not being able to get useful information.

Throwing the sword in her hand towards Troy's head, Diana knew that Troy, who had taken out the Lasso of Truth, still wanted to resist. She would not have the will to die. She was sure that the other party would dodge this sword.

Just as Diana thought, Troy did tilt her head to dodge. Diana took this opportunity to rush up instead, grabbed Troy's hands first, stepped out her slender right leg, and stuck it behind Troy's legs, knocking her to the ground.

Holding Troy down with one hand, Diana used the other hand to pull the other end of the Lasso of Truth, instead tying Troy up. It was almost impossible for someone controlled by the Lasso of Truth to break free on their own, and Troy was obviously no exception.

Releasing the hand that was holding Troy down, Diana pulled Troy up with the Lasso of Truth and asked again, "Where is Circe? What is her conspiracy?"

"She should have gone to Washington. She agreed with the Witch Child to launch all the nuclear bombs to attack various countries in the world to cause a world war, so that the entire earth would fall into chaos."

Under the power of the Lasso of Truth, Troy told everything she knew, even if she didn't want to.

Hearing Troy's words, Diana's expression changed drastically. She didn't dare to waste time and quickly contacted the other members of the Justice League. She was currently on Paradise Island, and it would definitely be too late to rush back to Washington. She could only hope for the others.

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Outside Paradise Island, the Witch Child with his peculiar hairstyle watched everything that happened. When Diana instigated his people to riot, the Witch Child was happy because that would cause chaos. But when Diana asked about his plan and told it to others, the Witch Child was unhappy.

"I've been waiting for months just for this day, and I can't let that manly woman princess ruin my good deeds." The Witch Child released the cat in his arms, raised his palm, and prepared to attack Diana, who was contacting the Justice League.

"The dignified Lord of Chaos only knows how to play petty tricks."

The sudden voice startled the Witch Child. He didn't even notice anyone coming to his side. The Witch Child immediately turned his head and only saw a cyan energy body wrapped in metal armor. There was also a uniquely shaped mask in what was probably the head position.

"Who are you?" The Witch Child hid one hand behind his back, and a vicious magic was already brewing on it, ready to send this inexplicable life form to hell if they disagreed.

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"Before I answer you, you might as well answer my question first." Yang Le spread his hands. "What do I look like in your eyes?"

What kind of question was this? The Witch Child looked at Yang Le in confusion. The other party's appearance did not change because of the previous sentence, and it was still the same as at the beginning.

Ignoring the other party's pretentious behavior, the Witch Child lost interest in communicating with Yang Le. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he threw out the magic he had prepared long ago. He couldn't wait to see Yang Le wailing.

At least that's how it was in his perspective, but what Yang Le saw was completely different from him.

In Yang Le's eyes, the Witch Child was throwing the purple energy ball in his hand with an evil smile of success. After the energy ball left his palm, it seemed to have undergone some kind of change, but this change was destined not to happen.

Because he and his magic were forever "frozen" in this space.