Chapter 117: The Martial Saint's Heart

Fine....

Looking at the "guess if I believe it" eyes of the angel witch and the succubus witch who were still riding brooms in the sky, Dorothy put away the fishing rod in her hand, trembling with anger for a while.

Can't there be more trust between people in this world? Am I, Dorothy, the kind of person who would lie casually? I said I was teaching puppet technique, so I really was teaching.

Hmm, hmm, although there was indeed a little intention to tease this innocent little junior sister, this is just a means of teaching through entertainment, humph.

At that moment, she simply didn't explain, but directly turned passive into active.

"Well, haven't you eaten yet? Do you want to join?"

She pointed to the mountain of grilled meat next to her, which, although inexplicably missing a mountain top, was still magnificent, and invited them so.

Anyway, the people present were no longer strangers, and the two opposite were just her defeated opponents, not to be feared.

The Home Witch, who was not righteous but had a strong spirit, deceived herself in her heart.

This wave of hers is called the tactic of blocking others' mouths with delicious food.

"Okay, okay, senior sister, I'm coming."

Upon hearing this, the two small puppets beside Dorothy cheered like this, and then with a slap, very quickly, a vigorous and graceful figure jumped up from downstairs.

Ma Xier: "......."

The succubus witch looked at her stupid sister who was active and proactive, and was also speechless.

Audrey, Audrey, where is your social anxiety? You didn't go when others called you to dinner before. Could this mere barbecue be better than the delicacies at the top gatherings in the past?

It was just that Ma Xier finally didn't say much.

After all, it was a good thing that her sister had someone she wasn't afraid of for the first time besides her family.

If it were before, she might have worried that this situation was someone wanting to have ulterior motives toward her sister. It was just that now, after exchanging hearts with fists in yesterday's battle, she had recognized this somewhat mysterious young lady.

Although the other party's martial arts were still very immature and the tactics were extremely insidious and despicable, these were just on the surface. For a martial artist of her level, the martial arts belief revealed between the fists and feet, that is, the so-called martial soul, is the key point, and this young lady's martial soul was very clear and solemn.

Yesterday, in the first defeat of her life, at the last moment when she was about to lose consciousness, the succubus witch saw the martial soul of the opponent who defeated her very clearly.

That was a lonely figure sitting in a broken sword tomb, at the peak of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, on a cold bone throne.

She was clearly not a genius who won every battle. The broken battle robe on her body, the dilapidated weapon by her side, the broken dragon horn on her head, the broken dragon scales under the battle robe, etc., all told of the countless tragic failures she had experienced in the past.

But the domineering spirit revealed in her upright figure, who finally lived to the end and proudly sat on the bone throne piled up with the corpses of past enemies, and the cold, unyielding, and solemn eyes hidden under the plainness were so dazzling and dazzling.

In the haze, Ma Xier saw this figure like a god of war stand up from the throne and walk gently toward her martial soul.

And her own martial soul, which was like the most brilliant holy knight in the story because she had never failed in the past, so the battle robe was clean and tidy, and her whole body was spotless, was now like a paper tiger. Facing the invasion of this seemingly down-and-out opponent, she was in a panic, and didn't even have the courage to fight against it. Finally, she was defeated in one blow and became another decoration in the mountain of corpses under the throne of this god of ten thousand battles.

Therefore, yesterday's competition was indeed her defeat. Even if the club members had been complaining for her afterward, comforting her, saying that she didn't lose in pure martial arts, and this time the rules were unfair to her, so the result didn't count.

But as a martial artist, Ma Xier couldn't deceive herself. She knew she lost, lost in a mess, and was simply killed and lost her helmet and armor.

Her belief as a martial artist was lost.

Of course, these are actually not the point. The point is that this young lady's martial soul is so handsome, it is completely her ideal type.

Cough cough, it is actually a bit shameful and embarrassing to say it, but Ma Xier, a seedling born in an artistic family who should have worn the best-looking clothes and put on the most charming makeup to sing and dance on the stage, grew crooked and became the succubus martial saint who loves armed forces more than red makeup now. The reason behind it is actually quite simple and quite childish.

She simply fell in love with the arrogant look of the Long Wang in the story at first sight when she saw her two mothers perform a story about how Long Wang stepped on the Dragon Island alone and subdued the dragons with supreme violence when she was a child.

Especially at the end of the story, the upright figure standing proudly in the bowing of the dragons, who was seriously injured and stained with blood and exhausted, but still supported her dilapidated body with a long spear, that scene was simply handsome.

Since then, the heart of wanting to be such a world-famous hero has arisen in Ma Xier's heart, and she could no longer suppress that impulse. Afterward, she resolutely ignored the opposition of her two mothers, and even overcame the instinct of the succubus template, and turned to devote all her body and mind to the infinite pursuit of martial arts and the way of combat.

It's just a pity that her talent in combat seems to be a bit too much. Since she switched to armed witch and specialized in the combat department, the peers she met along the way were all weak, all the kind of dishes that were beaten down in a few punches, which made Ma Xier quite distressed.

She clearly yearned for the kind of hearty confrontation between chess rivals in the story, and longed for the tragic beauty of winning the opponent after using all means. As a result, how can the witches of this session not be good? There are not many who can fight at all. She didn't even sweat a few drops after beating that group of dishes, let alone any tragic two-loss situation.

Sigh, sometimes being too invincible is very annoying.

Therefore, seeing her martial soul evolving more and more toward the direction of the invincible glorious holy knight, the succubus witch was anxious in her heart. She longed for a nemesis to come and give her a hearty, flesh-to-flesh real duel.

Originally, Ma Xier was almost disappointed with this academy. She thought it would be better to go to the real battlefield after graduation. The flowers in the greenhouse like the academy were too dishes, and real killing still had to go to the battlefield.

Then.... then she lost yesterday.

And she lost to someone who possessed the martial soul she dreamed of. This young lady's martial soul is exactly the same as the Long Wang in the Long Wang story that her mother performed when she was a child.

She clearly worshipped and longed for such an opponent, but when she truly faced such a martial soul, she sadly discovered that the martial heart she had honed all along was so fragile.

I am still far behind, and the best way to overcome fear is to face fear. As long as I spar with the young lady a few more times, I will definitely be able to do it.

The succubus witch thought so in her heart.

Therefore, now that the young lady asked if she wanted to eat together, does this still need to be asked? Of course I eat. Not only do I want to eat, but I also want to spar again after eating.

Ma Xier thought so in her heart, and then she turned her head to look at the president who seemed to have a bad face beside her. After all, the nominal owner of this top floor is the president. Going to her place as a guest naturally requires the permission of the owner of the house.

Sophie Liya: "......"

Stared at by three pairs of eyes, the angel witch, who actually inexplicably wanted to refuse, finally couldn't say that resistance.

After all, whether as a student council president or as an old acquaintance, she had no reason to refuse this kind of gathering with the Ma Xier sisters. It would really be a bit strange if she refused.

So.....

"Whatever you want, she is the young lady."

She finally said so.

.... Angel witch is being arrogant against her will....