Chapter 33: Just This?

"What's the situation? Why did she suddenly take off her clothes?"

Sensing the opponent's movements transmitted by the wide-area detection magic, Dorothy, who was preparing to strike first, was stunned for a moment.

However, in battle, she couldn't afford to think too much. The opponent's baffling behavior actually made things convenient for her.

After all, she had been quite worried about whether her surprise attack could break the other party's defense. That golden battle armor the other party wore looked very high-end at a glance, which made her feel sour inside.

If she could, who wouldn't want to wear a set of gorgeous battle armor?

Men all had a dream of armor to some extent, and Dorothy, with a man's heart, was no exception.

Actually, she had always wanted to get herself a handsome witch battle robe, but...

Sigh, it's the same old story—her pockets were empty.

A witch's battle robe was the most expensive equipment in a full set of gear, and it was ridiculously expensive. The price of a standard witch battle robe was about one-third the price of a small floating island, and if it were a professional custom-made version, the price was even more outrageous.

For example, her sister Alice's set of battle robes—it wasn't actually her own, but her stepmother Annie's battle robe. It was just that Stepmother was now working as a research witch and didn't need this battle robe, so she simply passed it on to Alice.

As for the price of that gorgeous blood-colored battle robe?

Hehe, the family fortune that Stepmother had saved up after life-and-death struggles on the battlefield was all spent on that battle robe, and the remaining scraps were used to set up the current floating island family business.

That set of battle robes could at least be exchanged for a dozen floating island houses that Dorothy dreamed of.

She couldn't afford it; she really couldn't afford it.

Dorothy hadn't saved enough money to buy a house to this day, let alone buy any custom battle robes. As for that relatively cheaper standard battle robe?

Forget it; that thing didn't even have higher defensive power than her natural dragon scales. Buying it would be a pure waste of money; it was neither good-looking nor useful.

And the battle robe on Sophie Liya opposite her looked like high-end goods at a glance. In the Witch World, expensive things generally only had the disadvantage of being expensive. You get what you pay for; the defensive power of battle robes bought with so much money was one more terrifying than the other.

Dorothy looked at her pitiful mana pool of only 10,000 mana and felt that she might not be able to penetrate the other party's defense even if she used all her mana for an ultimate finishing move, and even if she did penetrate it, she might not be able to cause much actual damage.

She had been pondering how she could deal as much true damage as possible to break the armor.

However, before she could think of an answer, the opponent suddenly took off her battle robe herself.

Although she didn't know what exactly was going on in Sophie Liya's mind—perhaps her brain was broken—Dorothy was too lazy to think too much. Since that was the case, she would strike without ceremony.

As for whether this was a trap? Intentionally showing weakness to lure the enemy into a sneak attack or something.

Dorothy had thought about this, but she still felt she should just charge directly. After all, regardless of whether this was a trap intentionally exposing a weakness, as long as the weakness was a real weakness, that was enough. This might be the only chance she had to win.

After all, no one would really think she could beat a full-state Sophie Liya, right?

What a joke; she only had 10,000 mana, while the other side had 290,000. With a 29-fold mana gap, it would be a ghost if she could counter-kill.

It had long been said that for witches, mana was the most important thing. Only when the mana difference was not large was there a chance to show off operations. If the mana gap was huge, then no matter how you showed off, it was nothing more than showing off a sliding shovel in front of a tiger—delivering a package to the door.

Although she was indeed the champion of the Mana Web duel, the Mana Web duel was absolutely fair; everyone had the same mana value. But in a real-world duel, no one would balance mana for you.

The reason she proposed the duel today was just to probe for information as much as possible. Twenty years later, when she graduated from the Witch Academy, that should be the real day of the duel.

Hmm, this was a twenty-year agreement.

As for today's probing?

Hehe, as long as she could break the defense, that counted as winning.

Dorothy was still very pragmatic. Being able to break the defense while facing a 29-fold mana gap was already a remarkable achievement.

And now the other party had even taken off her battle robe herself, and Dorothy immediately got excited. The difficulty of breaking the defense had decreased now, so why not be bolder? Maybe she could even see angel blood today.

Charge, charge, charge.

"Roar~"

After a loud dragon roar, Dorothy didn't cherish the mana in her pitiful mana pool at all, directly erupting with full force, charging at full speed toward the archangel who was still standing in place.

And that dragon roar wasn't for showing off; it was actually spellcasting—casting spells in the Dragon Language.

Although magic was a mind-only power, and a believing heart was your magic, the strength of the mind's power might directly affect the power of the magic. However, besides the mind, there were still some other ways to strengthen the power of magic.

Using extraordinary languages to chant incantations was one of the most common means to strengthen spell power.

And so-called extraordinary languages were simply the languages of extraordinary races, such as Elvish, Mermaid, Giant, etc.

The strength of an extraordinary language was directly linked to the strength of the extraordinary race that created it. Therefore, the strongest extraordinary languages in the world were still the old three: the Dragon Language of dragons, the Word Spirit of angels, and the Blasphemy of demons.

As a dragon witch, Dorothy was born mastering the Dragon Language. This was something she knew without learning; the * in her skill bar was Dragon Language Proficiency.

She didn't want to use it before, so Dorothy actually used human language to chant incantations when casting spells in the past, and all spells were original versions without strengthening.

But now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, it would be too wasteful to leave the easy-to-use Dragon Language unused.

Dragon Language was a very complex and magical language. Thanks to the dragon's vocal range, which was much wider than humans', every low roar in the Dragon Language contained a vast amount of information.

Therefore, an incantation that might need to be written in a dozen lines and chanted for several minutes in human language could be summarized in just one or two syllables if changed to Dragon Language.

This was even more convenient and fast than high-speed divine speech, and not only was the speed fast, but the power of the magic would also be blessed by the dragon's power.

I am not only faster than you, but also stronger than you. Just ask if you are angry.

But just this was not enough...

Anyway, with 10,000 mana fighting someone else's 290,000 mana, don't think about any war of attrition or the art of pulling; it was impossible to outlast them. Dorothy only had one path to choose, and that was a full-force one-shot.

Success or failure in one move.

"Then, success or failure depends on this one move."

The map of this arena was still very large, about the size of a small mountain range, but under Dorothy's full-speed flight, this distance passed in a flash.

That was to say, less than two seconds after the countdown ended, just as the angel witch's raised sword blade was about to slash down, Dorothy had already appeared directly under the falling sword blade, and just as the sword blade burning with holy fire was about to touch her body, she suddenly disappeared.

By the time her figure appeared again, she had already appeared behind the angel witch, and her right hand, which had already turned into a sharp dragon claw, had pierced through Sophie Liya's chest, and in that hideous claw, she was holding a heart that was still beating.

The next moment, Dorothy, who was still a bit confused and hadn't even come to her senses, subconsciously exerted force on her hand.

And so, blood splashed everywhere, and that angel heart was squeezed and exploded like a tomato, with sauce all over the ground.

Subsequently, the sound of glass shattering rang out, and the angel witch's figure, which was also confused, cracked like a broken mirror.

This wasn't the end. A suddenly rising water ball wrapped around the broken angel pieces, but immediately after, a ghost claw of fire rising from the ground grabbed the water ball and the angel pieces inside and crushed them together. Fire and water evaporated, and high-temperature water vapor spread.

At this time, thunder erupted, so water and thunder conducted electricity, and thunder and fire overloaded...

Then the cooled water vapor turned into cold ice, and the millstone of the earth rolled...

Various elemental magics bloomed in an instant, and the dazzling special effects erupted from the combination of different elements blinded people's eyes.

Finally, after nearly a minute of elemental bombardment, a wisp of dust dissipated in a breeze.

Only Dorothy was left frowning, looking at her hand still stained with tomato sauce, lost in thought.

"So, just this?" ===== CHAPTER 34 =====