Chapter 144: A Different Little Fox

It was a pity that before Dorothy could do anything to salvage her potentially savable first love, a figure fell from the sky with a *plop*, landing right between her and Senior Miya.

*Hmm*, it was a fox spirit.

Dorothy had no choice but to use her tentacle-like Mage Hand to catch the limp little junior sister, and then place Audrey, who couldn't even stand up, onto the chair next to her.

However, compared to her own situation of full-body phantom pain, the little fox's expression was slightly strange; her charming, moving face was flushed with a seductive flush.

"So, why on earth would you, an art student, want to participate in this special training for the Combat Department?"

She said to this ignorant and fearless little junior sister with some annoyance.

"But Senior Sister, you and Elder Sister both went, and learning more things is never a loss. I learned the Orc Secret Combat Technique from my mother before."

Although the little fox hadn't fully recovered, her spirit had returned. She manipulated her small puppet to make a punching gesture while saying this.

"Besides, it's not that exaggerated, is it? I feel like my whole body was just massaged; it was quite comfortable."

After Audrey slightly recovered, she lazily stretched her body, as if she had just come out of a massage parlor. She hugged her big tails and didn't really want to move.

Dorothy: "..."

She remembered that although this little junior sister looked like a fox spirit on the outside, she was, after all, a succubus hybrid. It seemed she, like the Society President, possessed that magical talent that could transform pain into pleasure.

*Tch*, having good talent is amazing, isn't it? Having good talent means you can do whatever you want, right? Let me tell you, Audrey, once you lose the fear of pain, it will also make your perception of danger dull. True warriors always face pain directly and overcome it. You guys who cheat with talent won't go far.

Actually, this was just Dorothy, who didn't have enough Mana to evolve such redundant talents, comforting herself with a sour heart.

However, sour as she was, she had actually been watching her mother's baseline test of the little fox, and during this process, the strength Audrey displayed had also shocked her.

It was the first time she knew that this little junior sister, who looked soft, weak, and harmless, was actually a master of fist techniques and could throw a good punch.

Just as she had said before, Audrey had learned the Orc Witch Secret Combat Technique, and Orc Witches were inherently fierce in close combat. Although their clan's secret combat technique was a bit inferior to the direct inheritance of the Dragon King from the Dragon Kingdom, it was also an ancient inheritance that could not be underestimated.

Audrey, who had the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Fox Witch, naturally learned the Fox Witch Secret Combat Technique. Fox people were not known for their strength, so this school of combat technique placed more emphasis on skill than power. The fist style was relatively soft, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. It focused heavily on footwork and evasion, with the main idea being to lock onto the opponent's vital points during movement and strike unexpectedly.

Anyway, once she entered combat mode, this usually well-behaved and sensible little junior sister immediately displayed the beastly cruelty of her Orc template. She stepped with footwork that was as agile and elegant as a dance, and her every move was exceptionally beautiful. However, in the natural world, the more beautiful something looks on the outside, the more dangerous it often is.

It was just like a rose with thorns; when one is seduced and blinded by that beautiful appearance, the thorns beneath the flower can prick one's hand if one isn't careful.

Every one of Audrey's strikes aimed at vital points. Once she found an opportunity, it was a sharp punch like a python emerging from its hole. And on her hands, the ten ring-style wands transformed into close-combat forms—a pair of brass knuckles with sharp spikes, which looked ferocious.

In addition, besides that fierce fist technique, this little fox was also proficient in grappling techniques, using various joint locks with great skill. As a song and dance artist, her seemingly harmless, delicate body hid amazing flexibility, allowing her to easily perform postures that ordinary people couldn't. This not only made her fist style more tricky and strange, but also gave her an advantage in joint techniques.

In short, in Dorothy's view, the skills displayed by this little junior sister were even stronger than those of Rena, the Tiger Witch who was the second seat of the Armed Society, whom she had fought before.

But with this combat power, you tell me you're a song and dance artist?

Anyway, the Home Witch was scared by this little junior sister's combat posture. Who would have thought that this usually silly and cute guy would be so insidious once she entered combat mode? Gouging eyes, pulling hair, picking nostrils, kidney strikes, low blows—nothing was off-limits. She used whatever was effective, perfectly interpreting what it meant to be "as cunning as a fox." Dorothy felt her scalp tingle just watching.

She even suspected that Audrey's usual silly and cute appearance was also an act, and that this fox's true face was actually an insidious and cunning belly-black.

It was a pity that although Audrey's strength was a bit beyond Dorothy's expectations, it was still useless against Yufiliya. The little fox tried everything she could, but was resolved one by one by the Dragon Witch. And once she had no new tricks left, this kind of battle turned into inhuman, one-sided ravaging again.

*Hmm*, to emphasize again, Long Ma had really gone easy on Dorothy before. After all, Audrey had almost been turned directly into hand-beaten fox meatballs.

Dorothy stared sharply at this lazy little junior sister, but in the end, she couldn't see anything. If this silly fox could be belly-black, then there would be ghosts. Which belly-black would be this socially anxious?

Moreover, the Witch clan was, after all, a combat race. Armament and research were just a division of duties, not a representation of strength. After all, in necessary times, Witches could be a nation in arms. When it really came to that, research Witches also had to go to the battlefield. Therefore, there was no saying that Armed Witches were necessarily stronger than research Witches; it could only be said that Armed Witches were better at fighting.

In fact, there were many big shots among research Witches. Some research Witches who stayed in the laboratory for a lifetime would destroy several worlds the first time they went to the battlefield. Such things had happened often in the past. Sometimes, in terms of destructive power alone, those doing research were even greater.

Dorothy felt relieved and lay flat again.

And so, the three Witches lay in a row, watching the direction of the arena together.

Next, it was Yufiliya's turn to gauge Madeline.

"Three minutes. At most, no more than 3 minutes, and Madeline will definitely be lying beside us."

Dorothy said so.

"That's my sister. Senior Sister, how can you say that? Add 30 seconds, three and a half minutes, no more."

The little fox's puppet retorted like this.

"How can you two say that? That's the Society President. This has to be... *hmm*, 30 seconds. I think it might be even faster."

Senior Miya smiled and gave her own opinion.

... The three Witches are sitting in a row eating fruit... ===== CHAPTER 145 =====