I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

Chapter 474 - 471 – A Brief Battle

The next instant, Sylvia’s figure completely vanished from the sight of everyone watching.WHOOSH!

A faint black shadow shot forward like an invisible wind of death, moving so fast it only left behind thin wisps of black mist in the arena air. She reappeared directly behind one of the Rank S group members, a large, bear-like man holding a heavy war axe in his right hand. Alicia’s slender, beautiful silver staff, normally used for precise magic channeling, spun rapidly in Sylvia’s hand like a martial artist’s baton. With controlled yet lethal power, the staff slammed hard into the back of the man’s head, striking a vital point.

THUD!

The man didn’t even have time to react. His eyes suddenly went blank, pupils dilating from the sudden nerve shock. His body went limp like a puppet whose strings had been cut all at once. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the arena sand with a heavy thud that echoed. A thin trail of blood flowed from the back of his head, but his breathing remained steady. He was completely unconscious, not dead. Sylvia had deliberately held back her strength so as not to kill him, even though she could have done so easily.

Sylvia didn’t stop for even a second. Her movements flowed like unstoppable black water.

WHOOSH!

Her shadow vanished again. She appeared behind the second target, a lightning mage in a yellow robe who was raising his magic staff high, his mouth already chanting a crackling lightning spell. Alicia’s silver staff spun once more in the air and struck the weak point at the back of the man’s neck with terrifying precision.

THUD!

The man convulsed for a moment, small sparks of electricity jumping from his fingertips before dying out completely. The lightning spell that was about to be released vanished into thin air, and his body collapsed right after his first comrade. Arena sand sprayed slightly as the heavy body fell.

The third, fourth, and fifth members of the team suffered exactly the same fate. Sylvia’s movements were too fast, too smooth, and too deadly for ordinary eyes to follow. She moved like an invisible death ghost. The silver staff in her hand had transformed into a terrifying physical weapon, even though it was originally just a tool for delicate magic channeling. Every strike accurately hit vital points on the nape, temple, or base of the neck without causing permanent injury, only hard enough to knock them out instantly. Their bodies fell one after another like dominoes toppled by a cold gust of wind.

The entire sequence of attacks lasted less than five seconds.

Sylvia returned to her original position in the center of the arena, standing tall with a relaxed posture as if nothing had happened. The silver staff was still loosely held in her right hand, its tip still vibrating slightly from the remaining momentum. The five previously arrogant and mocking Rank S hunters now lay motionless on the white sand, their bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Arena dust still drifted slowly around them.

Outside the arena, the stands that had been noisy with excited cheers and shouts suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Hundreds of pairs of eyes froze in place. Mouths hung wide open, breaths held, as if the entire audience had forgotten how to breathe. No one had truly seen the attacks clearly. They only caught faint black shadows flashing several times, followed by a series of rapid thudding sounds, and then all five Rank S members fell together.

The Guild Master, standing on the VIP balcony, narrowed his sharp eyes. As a senior Rank S, he had managed to catch some of Sylvia’s movements, but even with his decades-honed vision and instincts, it was difficult to fully follow that speed. "...Too fast," he muttered quietly, his voice filled with rare admiration. "That movement... is not something normal humans do."

Slowly, the oppressive silence shattered like falling crystal glass.

"What just happened?!"

"They... all passed out in just five seconds?!"

"She’s alone... fighting five Rank S at once... and won without getting hurt at all?!"

"Impossible... that’s a monster!"

Shouts of amazement, fear, and disbelief exploded simultaneously like a burst of magic. Some young hunters screamed hysterically in admiration, jumping up and down in their seats. Meanwhile, senior hunters stepped back with deathly pale faces, their hands trembling. Baron Veldor, who was watching from afar behind the crowd, nearly fainted on the spot. His face was as white as a corpse, cold sweat soaking his back. He finally realized how big a mistake he had made by provoking Sylvia and decided he would stay far away from that girl.

Sylvia walked casually toward the edge of the arena, her steps light as if she had just finished a morning stroll. She returned the silver staff to Alicia, who was standing at the arena’s edge. The beautiful staff was now slightly bent in the middle from the repeated powerful strikes, its once-shiny surface covered in small scratches and sand dust.

Alicia accepted it with a clearly visible sad expression. Her slender fingers gently touched the bent part, as if stroking an injury on her beloved pet. "...My staff..." she murmured softly, her voice like a child who had lost her favorite toy. Her blue eyes grew slightly teary, and her lips pouted. The Qilin beside her also lowered its head sadly, its ears drooping.

Sylvia smiled faintly, her usual cold expression softening for a moment. She raised her hand and gently stroked Alicia’s silver hair. "Sorry. I got a bit carried away earlier. I’ll buy you a new one later, or even a better one. Maybe with additional strengthening runes."

Alicia let out a long sigh but finally nodded slightly, though she still hugged her bent staff tightly. "Hmph... this is my favorite staff, Sylvia. But... thank you for not killing them."

The three of them left the arena under the heavy silence of the still-shocked audience. But the moment they passed through the large arena gate, an explosion of cheers erupted like a broken dam.

"RANK S!!! SHE’S REALLY STRONG!!!"

"MONSTER!!! THAT’S A REAL MONSTER!!!"

"SYLVIA!!! SYLVIA!!! SYLVIA!!!"

Some people clapped hysterically until their palms turned red. Others knelt in respect, while some stepped back in fear, whispering, "Don’t ever get involved with them...", "We’d better stay far away." News of this extraordinary short duel would surely spread even faster throughout the capital, perhaps even reaching the ears of imperial officials.

Sylvia, Stacia, and Alicia left the Hunters Guild with their heads held high and steady steps. For them, this was just a small, insignificant distraction, a quick way to silence the doubting mouths.

After leaving the magnificent guild building, the three sisters parted ways at the busy main crossroads.

Stacia yawned widely while lazily waving her hand. "I’m going back to the inn first. My novel is waiting at the exciting climax Chapter. Don’t take too long, okay? I’ll summarize it for you later if you want." She turned around and walked casually toward The Dragon Inn, her thick novel already open in her hands again, her green eyes scanning line after line with great interest. Her loose robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

Alicia smiled gently while stroking the Qilin’s back, which was now in her arms. "I’m going to the best blacksmith in the crafting district to fix this staff. Kirin, come with me, okay?" The small deer nodded cheerfully, its tail wagging happily, its little horns sparkling under the sunlight. Alicia waved to her sister before walking eastward, her light blue dress looking graceful among the crowd.

Sylvia nodded slowly. "I’ll take a short walk around the city. I still feel a bit tired from yesterday, but I need some fresh air and time to think. Sol, come with me."

Sol meowed in agreement from her shoulder, its tail comfortably curled around Sylvia’s neck.

The three of them parted at the intersection. Sylvia walked alone along the bustling main street of the capital. Sol lounged comfortably on her shoulder, occasionally meowing for food. The city air was filled with tempting aromas: smoky savory grilled meat skewers, fragrant melted cheese bread, freshly picked fruit, and the distinctive spices of street vendors. Sylvia calmly sampled a few snacks. She bought spicy chicken skewers that were still hot from a friendly vendor, along with a glass of fresh, sweet mixed fruit juice.

She walked slowly, enjoying the city’s liveliness while thinking deeply. Level 110 had given her extraordinary new strength, but the sudden attack on Nocture yesterday still disturbed her mind. The image of the shadow army attacking her territory, the possible casualties, and the hidden threats made her uneasy. She needed a fast way to level up again so she could evolve into a stronger form soon. Maybe a new Rank S quest, exploring a hidden dungeon, or gathering information about the shadow organization that dared to attack her territory.

Meanwhile, in the crafting district filled with the sounds of hammers and blazing forges, Alicia arrived at the best blacksmith shop named "Hammer of Eternity." The old blacksmith with a long graying beard greeted her with deep respect after hearing her reputation as one of the new Rank S. "For the hero who slew the Ancient Hydra, I will repair it with the best I can offer," he said enthusiastically. He carefully repaired the silver staff for nearly an hour, adding new strengthening runes made from holy silver so it would be more resistant to physical impacts while still optimal for magic channeling. Alicia smiled in satisfaction when she saw her staff shining again, though slightly different.

Stacia had already returned to her comfortable inn room. She lay on the soft bed with her thick novel, her legs swinging happily as she continued reading at the climax Chapter. Occasionally she giggled or frowned when the plot took an unexpected turn.

Sylvia continued walking through the city, with Sol occasionally meowing for more snacks. The morning felt peaceful on the surface, but her mind was already seriously thinking about the next steps. New Rank S quests, information about the shadow organization, or perhaps an audience with the imperial side all had to be planned carefully.