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"This battle is extraordinary..."
Halgaen's voice resonated like a distant bell, deep and far-reaching, as if it could stir the very depths of one's soul.
His gaze was as profound as the sea, fixed on the distant night, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he anticipated the arrival of a familiar figure.
"Surely, that remarkable woman will also be present?"
Ye Mo Li paused at his words, then nodded thoughtfully.
"If she can make it, that would be wonderful."
Her voice unconsciously lowered, tinged with both respect and anticipation.
That woman was a legendary figure, the only one capable of standing alongside her in this "Aesthetic Battle."
While they might not be friends in the traditional sense, their mutual recognition had long surpassed any emotions that words could convey.
Just as Ye Mo Li was lost in thought—
"Vroom—"
In the darkness, a car's headlights slowly pierced through the gloom. A discreet yet imposing black sedan glided to a stop at the entrance of the mansion.
"Screech—"
The vehicle came to a steady halt, engine still running, remaining eerily silent as it lingered there.
It was as if a lurking beast was assessing the battlefield before it.
Halgaen and Ye Mo Li instantly fell into a heightened state of alert!
Halgaen slightly shifted his stance, feet firmly planted on the ground. A strand of hair lifted slightly with the breeze, clearly indicating he had summoned his inner strength, ready to unleash the "Hair Bun Technique" at any moment!
Ye Mo Li gently raised her hand, and the two Armpit Braids swayed lightly in the night breeze, as if they had come to life, exuding an aura of hidden danger.
"Are they friend or foe?"
Ye Mo Li narrowed her eyes slightly, fixating on the vehicle as her heartbeat began to quicken.
Would the arrival of this car bolster the impending war, or would it bring forth new peril?
Under the night sky, everyone's gaze was locked onto that car door—
The door would slowly swing open.
And who would emerge?!
"Tap—"
The sound of high heels lightly striking the ground echoed in the stillness of the night.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The footsteps were slow and composed, carrying an indescribable allure and pressure, as if the rhythm of the world itself trembled with each step of those high heels.
"Whoosh—"
The night wind brushed past, a strand of silvery long hair danced gracefully in the air—before being tossed aside!
"Slap!"
With that toss, it was like a fleeting glimpse of a stunning beauty that could make heaven and earth pale in comparison.
It was Alice Mao—"Alice Mao, The Wandering Hair Sorceress," a legendary woman not to be overlooked in this war!
Her eyes were like the deepening night, with a smirk playing at her lips that hinted at a playful arrogance. Yet within those eyes lay boundless wisdom and fighting spirit!
Her battle robe, woven from pure natural long hair, fluttered gently in the wind, resembling a living creature that enveloped her enchanting yet formidable figure.
It was not merely clothing—it was a symbol of her power!
"Oh dear..."
Alice Mao lightly raised her hand, her slender fingers gliding through her long hair. With a seductive squint of her eyes, she gazed at the two individuals before her, who had assumed a combat stance, and her crimson lips parted slightly.
"Being treated as an outsider... how truly heartbreaking."
Her tone was like the whisper of a lover, yet it carried an unmistakable hint of provocation, as if she were deliberately teasing the two warriors in front of her.
Ye Mo Li widened his eyes, quickly retracting his two Armpit Braids and relaxing from his tense combat posture, surprise evident in his gaze.
"Alice Mao! You really came!"
Pitter-patter—
A flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from the direction of the mansion's hall, breaking the silence of the night.
"Mo Li!!! I was just adjusting our hair care products and found that several could be further optimized—"
Shen Dudu rushed in, panting heavily, holding several bottles of hair essence. As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, she prepared to report to Ye Mo Li.
However, just as she began to speak, her gaze fell upon Alice Mao standing at the door—
"…?!"
"Alice Mao?!"
Shen Dudu's body instantly froze, her eyes wide as saucers. She looked as if she had encountered a legendary ancient deity descending from the heavens. Her lips trembled, unable to form a complete sentence!
Countless long-buried memories flashed through her mind—the legendary designer who had shocked the global Fashion Industry ten years ago was standing right before her!
"Well... the genius designer who publicly advocated for Hair culture ten years ago..."
"Her Fashion Brand originally only designed ordinary fur garments... but one day, she suddenly discovered—"
Shen Dudu murmured, her tone filled with awe, her eyes sparkling with a fervent light—
"Human body hair is the truly revolutionary fashion element!!!"
Upon hearing this, Alice Mao slightly curled her lips into a seductive smile, as if reminiscing about the past while savoring the lingering echoes of her fame.
"Oh my... you actually remember."
She gently lifted her long hair with her fingertips, her gaze flowing gracefully, like a queen emerging from mythology.
However, Shen Dudu's memory did not stop; her voice trembled slightly as she continued to recount that shocking tale—
"At an International Fashion Week..."
"She designed a gown... woven from the model's own body hair...!!!"
"The result caused a global sensation, and she was dubbed by the Fashion Industry as—the most insane designer!!!"
That fashion show is still regarded by countless fashion historians as the "Turning Point of Fashion Evolution"!
—Either viewed as a madwoman or revered as the revolutionary leader of Hair aesthetics!
Yet, it was precisely because of this fashion show that Alice Mao's design style was criticized by global conservatives as "violating human aesthetic limits," with numerous brands distancing themselves from her, and many conglomerates even joining forces to blacklist her!
Over the years, she had lived in seclusion, nearly disappearing from public view...
But now, she stood here!
Shen Dudu opened her mouth, unable to express the shock within; the designer she once idolized was truly standing before her?!
"Did you expect this...?"
Alice Mao stepped forward slowly, her high heels echoing softly against the marble floor. She lifted her chin slightly, a teasing smile dancing in her eyes as she looked at Shen Dudu.
"Even the world has forgotten me, yet I can still return, right?"
The night breeze brushed against her, causing her long hair to sway like silk. Her battle robe shimmered with an unusual glow in the dim light, resembling the living legend of Hair.
Ye Mo Li took a deep breath, his gaze fixed firmly on Alice Mao, his voice steady and resolute.
"The world has not forgotten you, Alice Mao."
"It simply fears you."
The two locked eyes for a moment before both corners of their mouths lifted into an inscrutable smile.
This final battle of Hair aesthetics had gathered the strongest warriors—
"Hair-clad Warrior Monk Halgaen!"
"Alice Mao, The Wandering Hair Sorceress!"
"The Last Warrior of the Ye Family Ye Mo Li!"
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