The Aesthetics of Violence!

"What's the deal with this little girl?" Samuel thought back to the fleeting, petite figure he had glimpsed earlier, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be... that figure was this little girl!?"

But how could a girl who looked no older than seven or eight years old have managed to kill Lei Gang with a single sword strike? Lei Gang had the strength of a Tier 3 peak!

Yet, the blood droplet that had fallen to the ground was a grim reminder, confirming his suspicion as likely correct.

"This!" The others from Supreme Hall were also stunned.

They should have been excited and happy, but all they could manage now was astonishment.

They too had seen Eva.

Although from their angle they couldn't make out Eva's full appearance, it wasn't hard for them to discern that the petite figure was a little girl with pale, delicate skin, looking almost like a porcelain doll.

But it was this seemingly fragile and adorable little girl who had killed one of them with a single strike! Even at his best, Floyd couldn't claim he was capable of such a feat.

And like Samuel, they too noticed the blood-dripping sword which then appeared clean again.

This was quite telling.

"No wonder he managed to kill the tree creature; he has such a skilled and stealthy assassin at his side," Floyd muttered to himself.

With his own powerful imagination, Floyd concocted numerous excuses for Eva, forcibly linking the events together in his mind.

Floyd looked up at the man standing before him. The young man raised his hand, gently patted the little girl's head, and said with a soft smile, "Eva, go on, kill them all."

"Kill them all? With just this little girl? You must be dreaming."

Although Maxwell's voice was not loud, Samuel in the sky, also being an Evolver, naturally heard it.

In Samuel's eyes, Eva's attack was a sneak attack, heavily reliant on luck.

The remaining three were now psychologically prepared. They perceived Eva as a little girl who simply possessed stealth and burst speed abilities. Given her small stature, combined with such abilities, she was perfectly suited to be an assassin.

Assassins typically aim for a fatal blow, which explained why Lei Gang couldn't evade it. It was the result of multiple factors coming together.

But who allows an assassin to engage in head-on combat?

In a direct confrontation, how could they possibly be a match for them?

These were Samuel's thoughts. However, Eva wasn't concerned with what Samuel thought; she only obeyed Maxwell. So, upon receiving Maxwell's command, she initiated an attack on the remaining three.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a little girl!" Samuel shouted from the sky.

The remaining three, somewhat unsettled by the initial attack, shared thoughts similar to Samuel's. Seeing Eva opting for direct combat, they rallied their spirits and charged with a shout to meet her advance.

The first to counter Eva's strike was one of them, his fist clad in a steel knuckle-duster, which he thunderously swung at Eva.

Eva, of course, did not dodge nor did she opt to use the sleeve sword in her right hand to counter the attack. Instead, she simply lifted her small, delicate left hand.

Her palm was tiny, and her frame was slight, making the act look as ludicrous and comical as an ant shaking a tree.

"Daring to block an iron fist with her hand! Ridiculous!" Samuel almost visualized Eva being smashed into a pulp by the powerful punch.

He sighed regretfully, "Ah, such a likable little girl, what a pity."

Samuel smacked his lips, but his tone betrayed no real regret, only a thirst for blood and cruelty.

The onlookers from Supreme Hall could hardly bear to watch, but before they could even close their eyes, Eva's small hand had already collided with the iron fist.

"Ah!" Two of the female students from Supreme Hall screamed, raising their hands to cover their eyes, imagining the gruesome scene that was about to unfold.

But after a moment, they began to regret their assumptions.

Upon contact, the petite Eva did not budge, while the burly man, as if he had struck an immovable object, was sent flying backward.

"What the hell is this?" Samuel's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

This shattered his understanding. How could he believe what he was seeing?

Aside from Samuel, everyone else present could hardly believe the scene before their eyes.

Even Floyd raised his hand to rub his eyes, wondering if he had seen incorrectly.

But the scene before them remained unchanged, no matter how much they doubted what they had witnessed, there was no mistake.

In the moment he was sent flying, Eva moved. Although she was petite and had relatively short legs, her speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she caught up to the man who had heavily fallen to the ground, grabbed one of his arms, and swung him up into the air.

A two-meter-tall burly man was lifted off the ground by a little girl barely over a meter tall, his body flying over Eva's head before crashing down to the ground on her right.

With another sweep of her hand, he was smashed from her right to her left.

Back and forth, back and forth...

For a moment, the only sound was that of the heavy body hitting the ground.

The scene was utterly absurd.

This was the violent aesthetics of a little girl.

Sometimes, the greater the contrast, the more endearing it seems.

This must be what they call "gap moe."

The other two had already stopped, their gaze frozen as they watched Eva, their faces filled with shock.

It took them a while to snap out of their stupor, and after exchanging a glance, they both saw the intent to retreat in each other's eyes.

This is a freak!

She looks pure and adorable on the outside, a little girl, but her actions are anything but pure and adorable!

Absolutely terrifying!

Not only is she fast and her blade sharp, but her strength is also astonishing!

Is this a girl?

Ah, no, is this even human?