Chapter 219: The Duel and the Fallen Angel

"Emmm, this Miss Nina is truly a bit fierce."

Dorothy looked at the small arena where the situation could no longer be called a duel, but was entirely a one-sided crush, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The Centaur race was, after all, only a Bronze-rank race; their starting point really wasn't very high, and their growth potential was truly limited. Under normal circumstances, in the hands of a Calamity-rank race like the Witches, they were destined to be cannon fodder—easy prey that could be slaughtered effortlessly.

However, every race occasionally produces special individuals who, due to various circumstances, transcend the limits of their race. Such existences are generally called by many names, such as heroes, legends, and so on.

This Miss Nina was clearly such a special Centaur. The various attributes she was currently displaying had far surpassed the limits of the Bronze-rank race, reaching a level that could be considered remarkable even among Silver-rank races.

And what was most precious wasn't her attributes, but the techniques the Centaur lady displayed.

The Centaur race is a knightly race; they aren't actually very proficient in magic. Their main power system is the honing of martial arts—especially spear techniques, grappling, and archery, which are famous among all races. It is rumored that Lord Long Wang once followed a Centaur master to learn these three martial arts.

And now, Miss Nina was displaying these three martial arts to the fullest. Short-range melee, mid-range spear thrusts, and long-range archery—the switching between these three combat modes was extremely fluid, and her grasp of the combat rhythm was just right, easily playing the Minotaur Witch, who had lost her mind due to berserk rage, in the palm of her hand.

Hmm, from Dorothy's perspective, the Centaur lady's martial arts should have already reached the Great Accomplishment of Martial Dao Will, just one step away from condensing a Martial Soul. Such an achievement would be considered excellent even in the Witch Academy's Armament Club.

Conversely, the Minotaur Witch, as an opponent, was relatively average. The other party was truly that type—very ordinary.

If you say she's bad, she isn't; after all, having over a hundred thousand Mana at age 20 is far stronger than a true weakling half-witch like Dorothy.

But if you say she's excellent, she can't be called that either. After all, the Minotaur is only a Bronze-rank race, and the attribute bonuses gained from using the Minotaur as an evolutionary template aren't many. Plus, the magic level she was currently displaying was barely passing—the kind that has no obvious errors, but also no merits worth praising.

Hmm, it can only be described as mediocre.

This Minotaur Witch also had a combat style primarily based on the Battle Mage path, supplemented by other schools. Her magic staff was an incomparably thick totem pole, which could not only cast spells but also "reason with people"—it belonged to the category of heavy weapons.

The Minotaur's already immense strength became even more terrifying after berserking. With such giant strength wielding this heavy totem pole, the destructive power was naturally beyond doubt.

Furthermore, the Battle Mage path learned by Witches is a peerless divine skill ultimately created by Lord Long Wang by fusing the essence of the martial arts of a hundred races; its power is far from what the martial arts inherited within the Centaur race can compare to.

Even though the Minotaur Witch had lost her mind at this moment, the Battle Mage moves honed over many years had long since formed an instinct. Every swing of that heavy totem pole possessed immense power, capable of easily splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

Hmm, it was literally splitting mountains and cracking rocks. Under that strike, the small mountain formed by the arena's field magic could be directly split open.

It's just a pity that no matter how great the power of a move is, if it doesn't hit anyone, it's all for nothing.

This Minotaur's Martial Dao Will was clearly insufficiently honed, and her combat experience couldn't keep up; she simply couldn't perfectly control her own power. Every time she attacked, while the power was great, the openings were also far too many.

The attack wind-up and recovery are both too long, the movement of the techniques is too straightforward, and there's a lack of variation; it's just too easy to be countered.

Centaurs are naturally adept at using their high mobility to fight a guerrilla war, so whenever the Minotaur Witch misses a strike and falls into a state of rigidity, Miss Nina can always seize the opportunity at just the right moment—be it a punch, a shot, or a sword strike—hitting and running without being greedy for more attacks.

After only a few rounds, the Centaur lady hadn't even broken a sweat, but the Minotaur Witch was already covered in wounds.

And the more injured she became, the angrier she got, the deeper her berserk state became, and her intelligence dropped further, which led to this battle basically having no suspense left.

"Very good, the Minotaur lady is angry; she's going to her second stage. Hmm, she's planted the totem pole; what is she doing?"

"It's floor-ripping. It appeared, the Minotaur's ancestral secret technique, War Stomp. This move can continuously create earthquakes and generate earth-spike attacks within the seismic wave range. It is indeed very suitable for dealing with high-mobility enemies. I didn't expect the Minotaur lady to be able to use this skill specifically targeting the Centaur lady even after losing her mind."

"So now the pressure is on the Centaur lady. Oh no, the Centaur lady is indeed being pinned down by this large-scale artificial earthquake. She's a bit unsteady on her feet, her mobility has plummeted, and the Minotaur lady has already charged over. This is another strike of the Minotaur race's famous Savage Bull Charge..."

"The Minotaur lady has charged, she has charged, a beautiful sprint, but unfortunately, this strike missed completely. The Centaur lady actually flew up."

"That's right, audience friends, you didn't see wrong. The Centaur lady has grown wings and transformed into a Pegasus, flying up. I didn't expect the Centaur race, who aren't good at magic, to actually start learning magic. Or is Miss Nina an exception?"

"Very good, now the advantage has returned to the Centaur lady's side. She has taken out her long spear and is also preparing to launch a charge. After all, she is a knight, and charging is a knight's romance."

"Very good, Centaur and spear as one, the spear borrows the horse's power. The Pegasus lady has launched her strongest charge. This strike descends from the sky, like a shooting star. This strike is destined to put an end to this battle."

"It hit, it hit, the Pegasus lady's beautiful strike, once again grasping the Minotaur lady's opening. This strike dealt full damage. Camera, quickly focus on the Minotaur lady; does she still have the strength to fight?"

"Alright, unfortunately, the Minotaur lady has been split into two halves and scattered all over the floor. So, let us congratulate Miss Nina on winning this duel."

Listening to Senior Hat's play-by-play commentary in her ear, Dorothy felt that this duel had the flavor of the competitions from her past life. Anyway, she was watching quite happily; the only regret was that the bottle of wine Miss Nina had treated her to was already finished.

Just as she was thinking this with regret, she heard the sound of wine being poured beside her, and then her wine glass was pushed back to her side.

"Ah, thank you."

Dorothy said this subconsciously, but soon realized something was wrong.

She was the only one in this seat; after all, the Centaur lady who was originally keeping her company was now on the stage. So, who was the one who just poured her wine?

The Home Witch turned around, and then she discovered that a black figure had appeared out of nowhere in the Centaur lady's original seat.

This was a black-haired lady with smooth, straight hair. At first glance, Dorothy thought it was Senior Fan Ni transformed into human form, but upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn't. For instance, unlike Senior Fan Ni's gentle and graceful demeanor, this lady's temperament appeared somewhat cold and aloof. Even though she was wearing a kind smile at this moment, she still couldn't hide the arrogance emanating from her bones, as if she didn't put anyone in her eyes.

And this wasn't the point; the point was behind the other party—those six pairs of folded wings.

Those were angel wings, only the feathers were pitch black.

"Fallen Angel?"

Dorothy raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Although the Home Witch had seen too many different races in this bar today, the race of the black-haired lady in front of her still surprised her a bit.

Good fellow, what kind of shop is this? How come even a genuine Calamity-rank has appeared?

And she hadn't sensed a thing when this Fallen Angel appeared; she was clearly a big shot.

"Young Lady, my name is Lucifer."

Seeing Dorothy's guarded expression, the Fallen Angel lady introduced herself.

... Dorothy is surprised... ===== CHAPTER 220 =====