Chapter 91: 90. This is My Escape Route
"Oh my, when did she arrive? I didn't even sense her in advance."
Dorothy bristled like a cat, her hair standing on end, a strange sense of dread welling up within her.
She was a High Perception Witch, with her Inspiration stat as high as S, but even so, she hadn't sensed anything in advance. If the other party hadn't spoken, she might not have known there was someone standing behind her even now.
This was absolutely ridiculous. Was this the terror of a professional, top-tier Assault Witch?
Dorothy felt immense pressure all of a sudden. She realized that the money for today might be truly hard to earn.
Although, according to the information Alice provided, the Armed Society President's attributes were actually on par with Senior Mia, whom she had just carried away. Their overall strengths were nearly identical.
However, Mia, as an Artillery Witch, was already at a disadvantage in this Battle Method assessment. Battle Method was merely her side profession. But this Succubus Witch, her opponent, was different. She could be said to be the strongest Assault Witch of the younger generation, and the Battle Method style was her primary study.
At this moment, Dorothy finally understood the difficulty of challenging someone's main profession with her own side profession.
Chances of winning?
About thirty percent, no more.
After all, her trump card, her main killing move, had already been revealed. It was impossible to launch a sneak attack now. This battle could only be fought head-on.
[True Name: Madeline]
[Age: 21]
[Race: Pureblood Witch (Succubus Template)]
[Rank: Elite Witch]
[Talents: Physical Control (SSR), Succubus Body (SR), Dream Weaver (SR).]
[Specialties: Myriad Forged Body (SSR), Martial Arts Pinnacle (SSR), Desire Perception (SR).]
[Skills: Demon King Style Martial Arts Secret Transmission (SSR), True Self Style Esotericism (SR).]
[Total Mana: 280,000 Mana]
[Strength: A]
[Speed: A]
[Constitution: A]
[Spirit: A]
[Inspiration: A]
[Precision: S]
In her mind, Madeline's attribute card appeared, but Dorothy no longer had the energy to spare to check it.
Before, she had looked at this attribute card and felt she had a great advantage, but now she understood the absurdity of talking tactics on paper.
For true powerhouses, their real combat strength was far from being summarized by a pale attribute sheet. It was like in a game where everyone played the same character, but some people could beat anyone, and others couldn't beat anyone.
"Tsk, my arrogant words earlier about 'don't disappoint me' were just for show. This opponent is indeed not boring, but it's really a bit too exciting."
Dorothy smiled bitterly in her heart.
But don't panic, the problem is huge, and panicking is useless.
She kicked the challenge herself, no matter how tough or tiring it was, even if her brains might be knocked out later, she had to persist and finish the fight through tears.
After all, the money bet on the Dark Net had been placed, and it couldn't be refunded. What else could she do but grit her teeth and go for it? A gambler had no way back. (Friendly reminder: For novel plot purposes, gamblers in reality are doomed.)
Although stingy as she was, she would certainly not do something as risky as going all-in, even if the Dark Net's odds were 1:100. Dorothystill calmly placed only 10,000 gold coins, which was just a day or two's food money. The loss, if she lost, was still acceptable.
Moreover, even if she really lost, she could still gain a wave of combat experience for free. It was a win-win situation.
Besides, it wasn't a hopeless situation, was it? She had played too many easy, crushing victories. It felt good to have such a tense and exciting comeback battle after a long time. She wasn't a fragile person who couldn't accept failure; she had grown up through countless failures.
Dorothy raised her head, her crimson eyes, now transformed into golden Dragon Eyes, sharply fixed on her opponent not far away, battle intent surging from her body.
She no longer thought about winning or losing. All she needed to do now was give her best.
The wild, combative nature of the Dragon Witch, usually suppressed by her rationality, began to be unleashed. This made her heart beat faster, her blood surge through her body, and the normally peaceful magic fluctuations around her began to become violent.
Then let's fight.
The young dragon, revealing its fierce nature, thought this in its heart.
Then, it flapped its wings and charged towards the enemy not far away.
On the other side, the Succubus Witch, Madeline, also sized up her opponent who had come to challenge her, her mood complex.
Was this the Senior Sister her little sister spoke of?
Although she didn't particularly like this person who tried to lead her cute little sister astray, Madeline had to admit that the other party indeed had some substance.
Did she have a spatial talent?
Recalling the opponent's punch that had just shattered space, and her miraculous footwork that was like instant teleportation, instantly moving far away with a single step, Madeline's martial arts fanatic heart stirred.
This was a good opponent. She probably wasn't as good as her when she was sixteen.
But now...
The Succubus Witch calmly raised her hand, then calmly met the rapidly approaching attack with a punch.
Boom.
With a loud bang, the impact rippled, kicking up dust from the desert arena into the sky.
It was another clash of fists, but this time, the two parties exchanging punches were evenly matched.
Dorothy frowned. The spiraling hidden force, condensed from magic, in her punch had clearly penetrated her opponent's arm, but the tearing that should have occurred did not happen.
The punch she threw had now completely lost contact, as if it had been swallowed by something. This Succubus opponent's seemingly graceful and delicate body was simply unfathomable.
Not good
Facing something beyond her control, Dorothy didn't hesitate, instinctively preparing to withdraw and flee. However, when she tried to pull her fist back, she found a suction force emanating from the opponent's fist, making it impossible for her to break free for a moment.
"Oh no, I'm really going to be sucked in."
Dorothy's face changed drastically, while Madeline on the opposite side sensually licked her lips. This usually cold Succubus Witch only revealed her inherent seductive demeanor when enjoying a Battle.
"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Let's play more. Your punch just now was good; I felt very comfortable. Can you hit harder?"
Dorothy: "..."
"Damn, what kind of lewd words are those? Are all you duelists so perverted? Those high-ranking Magic Net Duel guys act like they're in heat when they fight, and now you're like this in reality too."
"How strange. I need to go."
Seeing the Succubus Witch in front of her, with a strange blush on her face, already raising her other hand, Dorothy gritted her teeth and also raised her other hand, then flattened her palm into a blade and chopped down.
The Succubus Witch, seeing this, also cooperatively adjusted her punch, preparing to clash head-on with Dorothy again.
However, Dorothy's palm-blade, at the moment it touched the opponent's fist, shifted, avoiding the Succubus Witch's punch, and then directly chopped towards her own wrist.
"Sizzle..."
As the blade fell and blood spurted, Dorothy's figure had already vanished from her original spot.
"Tsk, didn't expect that, did you? This is my escape route."
Although this self-harming method twisted Dorothy's face in pain, as she had been afraid of pain since childhood, she had once again escaped far away by relying on her self-created magical version of the "Shrinking the Ground into an Inch" footwork. While controlling her magic to stop the bleeding from her severed wrist, she still showed the relief of surviving a disaster.
Because at this moment, the Succubus Witch's punch had already been thrown. That inexplicably familiar, super-amplified spiral punch force destroyed everything in front of her, creating a horizontal sand tornado out of thin air.
"Damn, isn't that my Spiral Force?"
"Society President, may I ask if your surname is Murong? Is this the legendary Star Shifting Great Art?"
Seeing her own punch force, which had just disappeared, being unleashed by her opponent, Dorothy's jaw dropped in astonishment.
It was a good thing she had been decisive enough to 'cut off her wrist like a brave warrior' just now, otherwise she might have already died shamefully from her own punch force.
"By the way, Alice, why wasn't this move in your previous information?"
Dorothy cursed her unreliable younger sister in her heart, but then, with a change of thought, she quickly felt relieved.
"Oh, right. She herself doesn't need moves to beat Alice. Presumably, the Society President is also like this. It's likely that my foolish sister is really too weak to know that her Society President also knew these things."
"I misunderstood. So it's because Alice is too weak. Then it's fine."
Dorothy shook her head and looked again at the Succubus Witchopposite her, who was playfully toying with her severed hand.
She had always been the one to crush others with skill. This first time being crushed by someone else's technique made her somewhat unaccustomed.
Moreover, in this first exchange, she was completely at a disadvantage. This Battle would be difficult.
"So, how to break the deadlock?"
She shook her wrist, and under the glow of a verdant healing spell, a brand new hand quickly grew out.
She sighed, then extended this new hand towards the black cat on her shoulder.
"Buster, lend me your strength. Switch to melee form."
Dorothy said this to her partner.
"Meow!"
The small black cat excitedly jumped into its owner's hand, then transformed into a peculiar weapon.
Originally, the Cat Staff in its staff form resembled a Celtic cross, a combination of a standard cross and a circular halo.
However, now, the halo rotated along the vertical branch of the cross, transforming into two crescent moons leaning back-to-back, and the short horizontal branches of the cross also split into two, separating top and bottom, firmly connecting the crescent moons to the main body of the staff, forming a grid-like structure.
Coupled with the spear-tip design already present at the top of the staff, a strange and unique weapon, very unusual for this magical world, was thus born.
In Dorothy's previous world, this weapon was called a Fangtian Ji, a domineering weapon that could only be wielded by peerless generals on the battlefield.
"We're an Assault Witch, not a boxer. Why are we boxing? I'm not doing it anymore; it hurts like hell. Let's have a weapon Battle."
Carrying the heavy, three-meter-long halberd with one hand, Dorothysuggested this.
"Hmm, long-handled weapons still give her a sense of security. I'll just kite her with the advantage of weapon reach later."
She thought to herself.
Then she saw the Succubus Witch opposite her also pull out her staff.
It was a rare and peculiar weapon, neither quite a sword nor quite a whip, commonly known as a chain sword or a snake-belly sword.
"Hmm, that's fine. It's just that my weapon might be a bit long, Young Lady, you'll have to bear with it."
The Succubus Witch said this while reaching behind her neck, pulling out the strange, still blood-stained staff from her spine.
This process looked painful to others, but Madeline seemed very pleased. Her breathing became rapid, and the strange blush on her delicate and charming face deepened.
"Then, let's begin the second round, Young Lady. In the Battle Methodfaction assessment, very few can remain undefeated against me for one round. Just for that, your examination has already passed. Now, let me see what your limit is."
The Succubus Witch performed a blood shake, flicking off the remaining blood beads from her oddly shaped staff. She raised her head to look at her opponent, her purple eyes beginning to sparkle with pleasure.
Dorothy: "..."
"Damn."
The Little Witch is swearing.
3500 words, boo hoo hoo, battles are so hard to write. After writing this, I don't want to touch battles again for a while, it's too difficult.