Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

After landing on the floating stone in the water, Wen Yuting drew out two short swords with hollow interiors. Once Magic Power was infused, strands of red Magic Power light emerged. This was Ehong Academy's unique legacy, the Fate Red Threads, which has many matching uses and secret techniques.

On the other side, Will Wilson from Gessi Academy entered the arena wearing a high-collared white and green uniform, exceptionally neat in appearance. Beside him floated two octahedral Autonomous Units, flickering with various electronic indicator patterns and lights. Gessi Academy was famous for producing various Autonomous Units and known as a prestigious engineering academy. The students from this academy greatly utilized the assistive power of different Autonomous Units.

"The match begins!"

At the referee's command, both parties took action. Wen Yuting was the first to move; her two short swords spun and hovered in mid air, then they shot out, drawing two red lines cutting across the entire venue like startled swans.

Faced with this, Wilson immediately had his two Autonomous Units move forward to create a semi-transparent but Sturdy barrier. However, the moment the barrier was formed, the two short swords struck it.

The red threads inside the swords flickered, followed by the spread of deep red light along the point where the Sword Edges had penetrated. In less than two seconds, the barrier shattered.

Afterward, the short swords shot out again, crossing each other and directly attacking Wilson, who tried to avoid them using some sort of Illusion displacement secret technique. However, he was still stabbed under the rapid Strangulation of the short swords.

Once Wilson was stabbed, the tails of the short swords displayed a bright aura, following which Wilson's body trembled, his skin and surface covered with red cracks and threads, slowly falling down.

This was the result of Wen Yuting's restraint; had it been actual combat, Wilson's body would have already been split into various pieces by now.

Sheathing her Dual Swords, Wen Yuting tied up her ribbons and bowed as a sign of respect; thus, the match came to an end.

"Indeed, a genius from Ehong Academy. Few of her peers can withstand such methods; the Anti-Magic penetration power of Fate Red Threads is too strong," the audience murmured quietly.

Ehong Academy, ranked 136 in the Federation, is also at the forefront within the Academy City, especially renowned for its individual lethality.

"That's terrifying, in almost the blink of an eye, that senior lost," Blanchi was a bit shaken.

"Blood Pupil Sequence, specialized in combat direction training, of course the strength is astonishing," Shui Yanqing shook her head slightly as she commented.

"Wilson's Autonomous Unit deployment takes time, not to mention, in sudden burst strength and speed, he is far inferior to Wen Yuting. The defeat is quite normal," Ores shared her view.

The black-haired girl beside recollected her gaze, leaning into the plush feathers of White Kite and tilting her head to think, contemplating how she would deal with such an enemy.

If she unleashed her full speed, she was confident she could dodge the Strangulation of the short swords, but if she were truly stabbed, the special red thread's erosive and destructive power would greatly inhibit her self-healing Ability, preventing her from recovering quickly.

And in such battles, it's often like a snowball effect; if you can't recover quickly, your combat capacity decreases, you'll get hit more, suffer more injuries, and ultimately be defeated.

Therefore, the key is to avoid getting hit. If she were to go on stage and battle against Wen Yuting, the most direct way would be to beat her opponent with an even faster speed, whether it be using Teleportation Ability or the terrifying speed after transformation into a Fairy, either would help Tilan achieve this.

Victory is certainly possible, but it now seems fraught with danger.

Not long after, the second match also began.

"This round's contestants are Cook from Gate Academy and Mo Hu from Swift Shadow Academy."

On one side entered a rascal-looking man with his hands in his pockets and a large cape, while on the other side stood a youth with a resolute gaze, dressed in the black and white uniform of a Swordsman.

"Oh snap, someone from Swift Shadow," someone remarked.

Upon reaching the stage, Cook split his lips in an exaggerated expression, gesturing with one hand and then pointing widely at his opponent with his thick index finger.

"Listen up, I'll defeat you in five moves, no, no, no, four moves," he declared.

"Is that so?" Mo Hu stood on the floating stone, leaning slightly forward, one hand on the handle of his sword.

"Now, let the match begin." As the two were ready, the referee loudly announced.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Hu's figure disappeared into an afterimage. At that moment, Cook was still retracting his hands, and when the audience sensed something was amiss, thinking Cook would be split in half by Mo Hu's waist strike, Cook's figure paused, snapping his fingers.

"The gate opens."

It was as if teeth of a gate quickly closed in collision, successive slamming sounds permeated the venue. Some were on the water surface, some in midair, others beneath the water, with slightly distorted spatial displacements indicating these invisible gates were suddenly closing, producing noise.

And then, among the sequence of closing sounds and splashing waves, everyone finally saw the blurred figure passing swiftly by. These gates were all positioned along the essential paths of Mo Hu's advance and evasion. If not for his high speed, he would have long been sliced in half by these closing gates.

After several seconds of intense dodging, Mo Hu's figure surged, almost breaking the sound barrier in an instant, charging directly at Cook.

Anticipating this, Cook seemed to have expected it, as a giant gate about ten meters wide, much like a guillotine's Chopping Knife, fell rapidly from the sky. He stood right beneath this knife.

At this point, Mo Hu, already lunging forward, could not afford to retreat. Doing so would only slow him down, making it easier for him to become a target. Thus, he resolutely accelerated even more, aiming for the gap where the Chopping Knife fell, closing in on Cook, the tip of his blade also showing a faintly glowing white edge.