[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-33":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Armed Witch",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2353573,4604,"Chapter 33: So That","armed-witch-chapter-33",33,"\u003Cp>What’s going on? Why did they suddenly take off their clothes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing her opponent’s movements through the wide-area detection spell, Dorothy momentarily froze, having been ready to strike first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in battle, there was no time for hesitation—her opponent’s baffling move actually worked in her favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d been worried whether her ambush could pierce the enemy’s defense, given how clearly advanced that golden battle armor looked—it made her heart ache with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn’t want to wear a gorgeous set of battle armor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men all have a dream of armor, and Dorothy, with her masculine heart, was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always wanted to buy herself a stylish witch’s battle robe, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, still the same old story: broke as hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch’s battle robe is the most expensive piece of gear in the entire setup—ridiculously overpriced. A standard command witch robe costs about a third of a small sky island’s price, and a custom-made one? Even more insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Alice’s robe? It wasn’t even hers—it was her stepmother Anne’s, but now that Anne had become a research witch and no longer needed it, she’d just passed it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how much did that blood-red, lavish battle robe cost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha, her stepmother had spent her entire wartime savings on that one robe, leaving barely enough change to buy their current sky island estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one robe could’ve bought her at least ten sky island homes she’d dreamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaffordable. Absolutely unaffordable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy still hadn’t saved enough to buy a house, let alone a custom robe. What about the cheaper, mass-produced ones?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it—those things don’t even offer better defense than her natural dragon scales. Buying them would just be wasting money: ugly and useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie’s robe, on the other hand, was clearly top-tier. In the witch world, expensive things usually only have one flaw: their price. You get what you pay for, and robes costing that much had defense stats that were downright terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at her pitiful magic pool of just 10,000 mana, Dorothy felt sure even her ultimate attack might not even pierce the enemy’s defense—and even if it did, it’d barely scratch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been racking her brain trying to figure out how to land enough true damage to break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she found an answer, the opponent suddenly took off her own robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t care what Sophie was thinking—probably lost her mind—but Dorothy wasn’t going to overthink it. If the enemy was handing her an opening, she’d take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be a trap? A feint to lure her in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d considered that too, but still decided to charge. After all, whether it was a trap or not, if the weakness was real, then it was her only chance to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody seriously thinks she can beat a full-power Sophie, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, she’s got 10,000 mana. Sophie’s got 290,000. A 29-fold gap? If she could pull off a comeback here, then ghosts were real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve always said: for witches, mana is everything. Only when mana levels are close can you show off fancy moves. When the gap’s this huge, all your skill is just doing a slide tackle in front of a tiger—courier delivery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, she’s the Magic Net Duel Champion—but Magic Net duels are perfectly balanced. Everyone has the same mana. Real duels? No one gives a damn about balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d challenged Sophie today only to gather intel. The real duel? That’s twenty years from now, after she graduates from Witch Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, it’s a twenty-year pact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for today’s probe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hehe, as long as I break her defense, I win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was practical. Breaking defense despite a 29-fold mana gap? That’s already a monumental achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the enemy had stripped off her robe, Dorothy’s confidence surged—defense was easier to pierce now. Why not go all out? Maybe today, she’d finally see angel blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charge! Charge! Charge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a thunderous dragon roar, Dorothy didn’t spare a single drop of her meager mana pool—she unleashed everything at full speed, charging straight at the still-standing archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That roar wasn’t for show—it was a spell, cast in Dragon Tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though magic is a will-based power—your belief shapes your magic, and the strength of your intent directly affects its power—there are other ways to amplify it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chanting spells in arcane languages is one of the most common methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arcane languages are simply the written tongues of supernatural races: Elvish, Merfolk, Giant, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of an arcane language is directly tied to the strength of the race that created it. Thus, the three strongest remain the classics: Dragon Tongue, Angelic Word, and Demonic Profanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Dragon Witch, Dorothy was born knowing Dragon Tongue—it came naturally. Her skill bar had a * next to “Dragon Tongue Mastery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never used it before, so all her past spells were cast in Human Tongue—base, unenhanced versions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that the misunderstanding was cleared, why waste such a powerful tool?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon Tongue is a complex, miraculous language. Thanks to dragons’ vastly wider vocal range, every low growl carries immense information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spell that would take dozens of lines and minutes to chant in Human Tongue could be summed up in one or two syllables in Dragon Tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s faster than High-Speed Divine Speech—and not just fast. The spell’s power is amplified by dragon essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not just faster than you—I’m stronger. How’s that for annoying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that wasn’t enough...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With 10,000 mana against 290,000, there was no point in thinking about mana conservation or tactical maneuvering—it was impossible to outlast her. Dorothy had only one path: all-in, full-speed rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Success or death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, it all comes down to this one chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena map was huge—roughly the size of a small mountain range—but under Dorothy’s full-speed flight, the distance vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than two seconds after the countdown ended, just as the archangel’s raised blade began its downward slash, Dorothy appeared directly beneath the falling edge—and vanished the moment the holy flame touched her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When her form reappeared, she was behind the archangel witch, her right hand now a razor-sharp dragon claw, plunged straight through Sophie’s chest, gripping a still-beating heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, still dazed and not yet processing what had happened, Dorothy instinctively squeezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed. The angel’s heart exploded like a tomato, pulp splattering everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the sound of shattering glass. Sophie’s stunned figure cracked apart like a broken mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it ended, a water sphere rose, engulfing the shattered angel fragments—then fiery claws erupted from the ground, crushing the sphere and its contents alike. Fire and water vaporized, filling the air with scalding steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning struck next, conducting through the water, overloading fire and electricity...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the cooling steam froze into ice, while grinding stone plates rolled across the earth...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elemental magic erupted in an instant—combinations of elements unleashed dazzling, blinding visual effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nearly a minute of elemental bombardment, a wisp of ash scattered into nothingness under a gentle breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was Dorothy, frowning at her hand, still smeared with tomato sauce, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So... that’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1187,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","35afaddd990cd277175e0ec29707b5fe84fe175eae6c262b280cc8e8faf27320","armed-witch-chapter-34","armed-witch-chapter-32",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]