Chapter 19: Battle Robes and Traps

If one were to look at this duel in the arena below through the eyes of a mortal, one would basically only see red and blue streams of light colliding with each other at super high speeds. A mortal's vision simply couldn't keep up with the speed of a witch, let alone see the details of this duel clearly.

Fortunately, Dorothy was not a mortal. As a witch, she didn't even need to cast any eye-technique spells; she could easily capture the movements of the two witches below with just her naked eye.

And if she added a little bit of mana to her eyes, even just a basic mana enhancement that didn't even count as a spell, it would make everything in her line of sight seem as if time had slowed down, turning into slow motion.

This was Dorothy's talent as a high-inspiration witch.

Therefore, Dorothy could clearly see the bodies of the red and blue lights entwined in the arena below.

The red light was Alice, and the blue light was Isabella. At this moment, both witches were riding their respective flying brooms, moving at high speeds. Their attire was also different from before.

Alice was wearing a bright red robe as vivid as blood, and this was not an ordinary daily magic robe, but a battle robe style. The fabric looked very thick and sturdy, and vital parts of the body such as the shoulders, joints, forearms, and chest seemed to be filled with extra armor. Even the skirt hem below was a battle skirt style with layers of armor plates. Looking inside through the gaps revealed by the swaying of the battle skirt, one could vaguely see that the legs under the skirt were also equipped with leg guards and long combat boots and other equipment.

This was not the attire a mage should have; it was clearly a heavy warrior.

It was just that Isabella's attire on the other side was similar, also an armored magic robe, with protective parts that were about the same. It was just that the color was blue, and the style of the armor plates wasn't like Alice's heavy plate armor. The young lady's armor was more like a fish-scale armor structure, so it looked much lighter. Moreover, the form-fitting design of the fish-scale battle armor revealed the proud figure of this somewhat precocious young girl without reservation.

Although the two looked very "un-mage-like" in this attire, this was very "witch-like." This type of armored battle robe was also common attire for Armed Witches.

According to the detailed explanation of Armed Witch battle robe configurations that Dorothy had read before, their full set of battle robe structure had four layers.

The innermost layer was a specially made one-piece bodysuit worn close to the skin. This was the lightest and thinnest, woven from extraordinary silk threads, which was breathable and warm while having excellent toughness and decent defensive power.

Outside the one-piece bodysuit were battle robes tanned from various types of magical beast leather, generally made into a style similar to a magic robe, which could basically cover the witch's whole body. Battle robes made of magical beast leather had excellent magic resistance, which could effectively reduce some magic damage.

Outside the battle robes were those external armors. There were various types of armor, such as plate armor, chain armor, fish-scale armor, etc., which could be chosen at will. However, the general structural style was composed of parts such as a helmet, shoulder armor, chest armor, gauntlets, skirt armor, leg guards, and combat boots.

And outside the armor, some witches who weren't short on money would add a cloak or cape. Such a cloak, which was warm and inscribed with special magic arrays, could also effectively defend against some long-range piercing moves. Some cloaks specially made by masters could also have wonderful uses such as increasing concealment, movement speed, and so on.

Of course, the most important point was that this looked better and was very cool, especially when embroidering one's personal logo on the cloak, which was very recognizable.

One-piece bodysuit, battle robe, armor, cloak—these four layers were the standard attire for an Armed Witch. Added together, the weight was actually not light. Ordinary mortals might be tired after walking a few steps in them, but the powerful physique of witches allowed them to treat this set as ordinary clothes, and they could still move as fast as flying after being fully armed.

Of course, this was the standard on the battlefield. If it was a duel competition, then outside these four layers of protection, there was a fifth layer, which was the Duel Blessing.

This was a composite spell exclusive to the arena, acting directly on the witch's body surface. Its function was to detect the strength of the witch's vitality and generate equivalent false life based on the detected data.

In this way, the thickness of the false life would be displayed in real-time above the arena, just like a blood bar in a duel game. And the damage received by the dueling witches in battle would consume the false life. Once the false life reached zero, the witch would be judged to have lost the duel, would be directly put into an invincible golden body state, and would be directly teleported out of the arena.

Now, Alice and Isabella in the arena below had the Duel Blessing, and the blood volume of their false life was also displayed above the arena.

Among them, Alice's blood volume was 190,000, while Isabella only had a pitiful 90,000-plus blood.

There was no helping this. Alice, as a Strike Witch, was a template for high blood, high defense, and high damage, just with a shorter reach. While Isabella was a rare Artillery Witch, with damage and range maximized, but her blood volume and defensive power were relatively average.

Nowadays, the battle situation in the arena below was also in Alice's favor. The little witch, with her anger points maxed out, was driving the broom between her legs at full speed, chasing Isabella all over the arena like crazy.

Although as an elite profession, Artillery Witches were like archers, they actually had decent melee ability and could fancy-beat some ordinary Strike Witches. But as old rivals who had been fighting since childhood, Isabella knew Alice's abilities like the back of her hand. She knew that she was definitely not the opponent of that muscular brute in melee combat, so she was single-mindedly thinking about opening up the distance to bring her advantages into play.

As a "white, rich, and beautiful" girl, Isabella wasn't short on money, so her equipment had always been the best. The flying broom between her legs was also the same; this was the latest model from the famous broom manufacturer, Sky Shuttle, with a maximum flight speed of up to Mach 5, which was even faster than the maximum speed of 4.5 Mach of Alice's Flying Wing 6000 broom.

Theoretically, Isabella, who had an equipment advantage, could easily open up the gap, but in reality, the distance between the two was shrinking rapidly.

"Fat salted fish, wait for your death. Blood Rage Mode, activate."

Alice, full of murderous intent, had a ferocious grin on her face. Her parted lips revealed those two sharp fangs. Her originally emerald eyes had now turned scarlet, and blood-colored mana lingered around her whole body, looking exactly like a villainous Demon King.

As a Strike Witch with a short reach, high mobility was a good choice to make up for her own shortcomings. Therefore, Alice chose to become a broom racing enthusiast. And how could the ride of a racing enthusiast not be modified? The performance of any manufacturer had long since lost its reference value.

As Alice increased her mana input, the broom between her legs also entered overclocking mode. The tail of the broom suddenly expanded, and then the original single-jet flame split apart, turning into a triple-jet mode. The violent mana was exchanged for extreme speed.

Thus, the originally lagging red light suddenly accelerated, turning into a crimson meteor of the end, crashing directly into the blue light in front.

"Ahahaha..."

On the violent broom, the black and white dual-gun magic staves had already fallen into Alice's hands. She laughed happily while aiming at her nemesis who had already entered range.

"Goodbye, Isabella."

Alice's lips opened and closed, silently pronouncing the verdict.

Then came two gunshots, and the explosive magic bullets shot straight at Isabella, who had a look of horror on her face.

Clearly, the outcome...

"Damn it..."

The little witch, who had been laughing smugly, suddenly changed her expression. She slammed on the brakes, subconsciously wanting to turn around, but it was already too late. How could a broom speeding to the limit be so easy to control? For a moment, she couldn't control the speed at all and could only crash forward following the inertia.

And in front, through the layers of forest, a huge lake came into the eyes of the two.

The blue-haired young lady, who had been looking terrified, curled her lips. She tilted her head, dodging the two magic bullets that were originally aimed at her head at the limit distance, and then elegantly snapped her fingers.

The next moment, in the lake below, waves exploded, and water currents danced wildly... ===== CHAPTER 20 =====