Chapter 32: Sophie Liya

The perspective returns to the arena.

Sophie Liya, who flew out from the gate on the other side, also grasped the entire situation of the arena in an instant.

"Is it a mountain map?"

The angel witch thought to herself.

However, it actually made no difference to her regardless of the map; with her Natural Disaster race template, she could easily adapt to all terrains. No matter the terrain, it had a weak influence on an angel, and her strength was already sufficient to ignore such environmental factors.

It was just that in this duel, Sophie Liya was not the only witch possessing a Natural Disaster race template. Her opponent, that teacher's own daughter, was also one, and furthermore, she was a Great Dragon, sharing the same origin as the teacher.

And the teacher's strength was beyond doubt; that almost invincible power had been engraved in the angel witch's heart since she was young. In her heart, the teacher was already an existence capable of rivaling the legendary gods, and she had admired and looked up to her teacher since childhood.

She wanted to become the teacher's pride.

This had been the goal Sophie Liya had been striving for ever since that night ten years ago when she first met the teacher.

She had indeed achieved this; under the teacher's careful cultivation, she had brought her talent into full play. Even in the Dragon Kingdom, where the strong were as numerous as clouds and geniuses were everywhere, she, an outsider angel witch, was able to suppress her peers and become the brightest star among the dragons.

It was just that the dragon group was very exclusionary, and the dragon witches possessing the Great Dragon template were the same. An angel living among the dragons would undoubtedly be ostracized. Over these years, Sophie Liya had not been spared from various forms of targeting, but she did not care much about this; she only cared about the teacher's opinion of her.

And the teacher was undoubtedly fair. The eyes with which she looked at her did not hold the same exclusion as those of her clansmen; there was only appreciation and expectation. Sophie Liya could feel it—the teacher truly acknowledged her as a disciple.

But even so, one thing had continued to trouble Sophie Liya for many years: whenever she achieved a certain accomplishment, the teacher, after happily celebrating with her, would always melancholically spend some time alone.

That was time belonging only to the teacher; even she, the disciple most favored by the teacher, could not integrate into it, with no room to intervene.

Once, when Sophie Liya got up in the middle of the night to drink water, she saw the teacher sitting alone on the sofa in the pitch-black living room, smoking. The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts. Her appearance startled the teacher. At that moment, the teacher turned her head and glanced at her, but Sophie Liya could feel with extreme clarity that in the reflection of the teacher's pupils, there was no her at all, but rather the figure of another person.

Sophie Liya knew who that figure was. After all, she had grown up by the teacher's side, so she naturally had heard that the teacher once had a daughter, only that the biological daughter had later gone missing.

Sophie Liya even knew very well why she herself had not been annihilated under the teacher's wrath along with her own sinful family back then, but was instead mercifully adopted by her. It was probably because her age was about the same as the teacher's missing daughter, so it just happened to stir the teacher's mercy.

She might have always just been a substitute for that person. Sophie Liya was very clear about this point, and she could accept this fact—or rather, she once thought she could accept this fact.

She knew the teacher had never given up on searching for that missing daughter all these years. The reason the teacher pursued power so desperately and expanded the scale of her territory was all just to have more strength to carry out that needle-in-a-haystack task. But when the teacher, who was always emotionally indifferent, laughed rarely a few days ago and said to her, "Sophie Liya, I have finally found that child, my daughter,"

She, Sophie Liya, still felt sour.

Even though she knew herself that such sourness was wrong and shouldn't be, but sour was sour; she couldn't control herself either.

Just like that, accompanied by complex emotions, Sophie Liya followed the teacher to this cheap, rural little island. Before the formal visit, the angel witch felt a bit restless inside, so she left the teacher's side and wandered around the island alone, just to clear her mind.

However, fate was just that playful. Sophie Liya never expected that she would just randomly go to a bookstore and be able to meet the main person directly.

She couldn't have been mistaken. After all, that girl named Dorothy exuded a scent extremely similar to the teacher's, and it was probably impossible for a second dragon witch to appear on this remote, rural little island.

At that time, Sophie Liya was completely bewildered. She had the heart to open her mouth to say hello, but after the words came out, they sounded wrong no matter how she heard them.

In the end, that accidental encounter also came to nothing.

"I probably just don't get along with this guy."

That was what Sophie Liya thought in her heart at the time.

Even now, it is...

The six-winged radiant archangel soared in the sky, with a brilliant and sacred Halo of Faith above her head, wearing high-end battle armor crafted from various precious materials. Violent mana swirled around her, and the pressure naturally exuded made all things bow their heads to her.

The angel witch Sophie Liya descended like a god.

Although she understood in her heart that even if she won this duel, it was meaningless; she was powerless to change the fact that this opponent was blood-related to the teacher. She, an outsider, would probably find it hard to become the teacher's pride in the future, but these things didn't matter.

She just wanted to have a fair and square fight with this guy now, just to vent.

Very quickly, on the other side of the distant arena, the opponent's figure appeared in Sophie Liya's perception, but the other party's appearance made the angel witch pause, and then she felt a bit angry.

"Why is this guy not wearing armor? Is she looking down on me that much?"

Except for an extra gorgeous staff in her hand, her opponent remained in her original appearance—still that tacky braided pigtail, still wearing those big black-framed glasses, and even the lower half of her face was covered by a scarf, looking like she didn't dare to be seen. She had none of the demeanor that the teacher's daughter should have; going out would only lose the teacher's face.

And as a warrior entering the battlefield, this guy was actually still wearing that daily robe and not wearing battle armor. How much did she look down on me? Did she think she could defeat me without wearing armor? Or did she think that since she was going to lose anyway, there was no need to wear armor?

But regardless of the reason, in a duel, this practice of not wearing armor was a disrespect to the opponent.

At this moment, the angel witch's anger surged. She thought for a moment, and the gorgeous battle armor on her body also dissipated in the light. She reached out, and a gilded white two-handed greatsword staff burning with holy fire appeared in her hand.

A proud angel would not take advantage of others. If you don't wear armor, then I won't either. You only have 10,000 mana, then today I will also only use 10,000 mana. I will defeat you fair and square in front of the teacher.

Pointing her sword at her opponent, Sophie Liya decided so in her heart.

The countdown above the arena finally returned to zero.

Just at that moment when it returned to zero, before the health bars of both sides had even unfolded, the angel witch had already swung the greatsword in her hand.

She must win this battle. Having been taught by the teacher for many years, she absolutely could not lose to this guy. Why was this tacky, lazy, and disrespectful guy the teacher's daughter? She didn't want to admit it; this guy was unqualified and too terrible.

The angel witch was trembling with rage. She absolutely had to teach this guy a lesson. ===== CHAPTER 33 =====