Chapter 85: Watch Closely—This Is How You Punch

【Name: Reina】

【Age: 20】

【Race: Pure-blooded Witch (Tiger Person Template)】

【Rank: Elite Witch】

【Talent: King of Beasts (SSR), Beast Instinct (SR), Tiger King Battle Body (SR)....】

【Specialty: Thousand Hammer Body (SR), Killing Impulse (SR), Power Amplification (SR)......】

【Skill: Tiger Secret Fist Art (SR), Combat Enhancement Proficiency (SR).....】

【Total Mana: 250,000 Mana】

Then came the three stats... Pei , the six stats.

【Strength: A】

【Speed: B】

【Constitution: B】

【Spirit: B】

【Insight: B】

【Precision: C】

As a meticulous Witch of the Path of Omniscience, Dorothy was accustomed to organizing her memories into neat categories, so once she confirmed the identity of the visitor, the character profile she had previously estimated based on Alice’s descriptions materialized in her mind.

Since it was only an estimate—not a precise measurement like an official identity card—the data on this profile wasn’t 100% accurate. But Alice had fought this Miss Reina more than once, and the little witch’s latest data had been provided just two months ago.

Thus, this character card was likely close enough; within this short summer break, the opponent’s power couldn’t have undergone any qualitative leap—perhaps only minor improvements.

Still, one must admit, no wonder she’s the second seat of the Armed Club—this stat sheet was truly opulent, especially that long list of talents and specialties totaling nearly twenty, making Dorothy’s heart ache with envy, resentment, and jealousy.

Damn it, witches with such natural talent are truly infuriating—they’re born with more card draws, and thanks to their abundant mana, they can freely evolve the specialties they want, unlike me, stuck in this miserable stinginess.

Recalling her own pitiful three innate talents, and remembering how she dared not waste even a drop of mana on evolving specialties, forced to scavenge and beg for every advantage, Dorothy nearly wept from sour envy.

Hmph, having abundant mana doesn’t make you special. Don’t think your mana lets you do whatever you want—I’ll show you what real freedom looks like once I make enough money from this job.

High-grade ingredients, hurry up and replenish my mana.

Fortunately, although Dorothy’s number of talents and specialties was small, their quality was decent—roughly equivalent to a dozen of theirs. This was evident from her own luxurious six-stat talent chart.

A witch’s six-stat talent chart is ranked from lowest to highest: E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, EX—nine tiers total.

In reality, achieving an A-rank evaluation was already impressive for most witches; S-rank and above belonged to the realm of masters, attainable only by top-tier Grand Witches.

After all, these base stat ratings could only be improved through corresponding talents and specialties—there was no other way.

If you lived long enough in the witch world, you’d notice few witches bothered running or exercising—human-style training was simply too inefficient for them.

A witch’s physical condition primarily depended on her total mana and six-stat talent ratings; for every additional Mana she gained, that Mana would feedback into her base stats according to her six-stat talent tier.

Generally, it was roughly E1, D2, C4, B8, A16, S32.....

And this was only the base bonus—it didn’t prevent additional buffs from enhancement spells, which stacked freely. This was why witches, despite spending their days eating, drinking, and lounging without training, possessed physiques stronger than those of other races who trained until death.

Of course, this didn’t mean exercise was useless to witches—it was very useful, since some specialties could only be acquired through postnatal training, such as the Thousand Hammer Body (SR) this black-tiger girl possessed.

This was a powerful specialty that enhanced all six base stats. Its acquisition was simple: train until you almost die, then train harder. When your physique reached a certain level, you’d first gain the lower-tier Hundred Refinement Body (R), then Thousand Hammer Body (SR), and further still, Ten Thousand Forged Body (SSR).

This series of specialties was always potent and had no entry barriers—any witch willing to endure hardship could obtain them. Logically, they should be widespread, but in reality...

Well, as always: witches may wield great power, but they remain human—and humans are lazy and hate suffering.

Originally, Dorothy had also wanted to snag this series of specialties for free. But after training for a while, she discovered this damn thing required her to exhaust every ounce of her strength and break her limits each time—break a limit a hundred times for Hundred Refinement, a thousand for Thousand Hammer, ten thousand for Ten Thousand Forged.

So after one attempt, she gave up.

It wasn’t because she feared the pain of exhausting herself and breaking through.

No, really, it wasn’t.

The real reason was that her innate six-stat panel was too high—so high that she didn’t even know her own limits. After running bare-bodied with heavy weights for seven straight days and nights, breaking several treadmills without breaking a sweat or feeling tired, Dorothy finally understood.

This series of specialties was probably something she’d never attain.

Sigh, sometimes having too strong a physique is also a nuisance.

In short, the six-stat rank and talents/specialties reinforced each other: talents and specialties raised the six-stat rank, and a higher six-stat rank lowered the difficulty of evolving previously hard-to-obtain talents and specialties—the discount Dorothy had enjoyed when she snagged those two freebies.

Now, looking again at Miss Reina’s stat panel, it was clear she was truly formidable: a six-stat profile of 1A, 4B, 1C was not something a student still in school should possess—especially that Strength A, which confirmed the terrifying raw power of this black-tiger girl.

And she was someone who had achieved Thousand Hammer Body—a ruthless one. Her combat will was unquestionable; if she could be this harsh on herself, she’d be even harsher on her enemies.

Without doubt, she was a powerhouse. Her own foolish little sister getting humiliated by her was entirely deserved.

Too bad...

“I heard you’re skilled in close combat, especially fond of testing strength. Hmm, your body is truly well-built—muscles well-trained, the perfect physique for a power-type fighter.”

Dorothy stepped forward.

One moment she was hundreds of meters away from the black-tiger witch; the next, the Dragon Witch’s figure appeared beside Reina, her hand reaching out to gently prod the exposed abs of the wild beauty’s bare midriff.

To be honest, she envied such beautiful abs. If she could, she’d want them too—back in her past life as a shut-in, she’d always admired people with abs. But in this life, it seemed she’d forever remain an admirer.

No way—again, her physique was too strong. Training had zero effect; she could never develop abs. Her slender waist, no matter how hard she tried, stubbornly refused to thicken, forever remaining as pale, delicate, and smooth as a white serpent.

Reina: “.....”

Thinking she should follow the First Seat’s orders to defend and buy time, the black-tiger witch was startled into a full-body shiver by the touch on her abdomen—her big cat-girl instincts flared instantly.

Damn it, how did she get here? I didn’t see a thing.

The fit black-tiger girl was stunned—she’d never encountered anything like this. Instinctively, she swung her fist to counter—but...

A single finger lightly blocked her full-power punch, rendering it utterly immobile.

This bizarre scene made the big cat-girl’s pupils contract. Though the array suppressed her mana to only about 13,000, her punch had still possessed the power to obliterate a building in an instant—how could a single finger stop it?

Wait, wasn’t this familiar? Reina recalled her first punch aimed at the club president—back then, he’d also blocked her full-power strike with one finger, and said...

“Your punch has power, but the force is scattered. Looks like it could smash buildings and mountains, but in truth, half your strength is wasted.”

A voice echoed in Reina’s ear, and without thinking, she nodded.

Yes, yes—that’s exactly what the president had said. But last time, he’d said seven percent was wasted; now only five? I’ve improved!

She’d just thought that—then froze.

Wait, the president hasn’t arrived yet. Then who just spoke?

Reina looked up in terror at her opponent—this fully wrapped figure, face hidden as if ashamed to be seen.

She clearly saw the terrifying opponent slowly raise his other free hand, fingers closing into a fist, then bringing it down.

“Watch closely—this is how you punch.”

These were the last words Reina heard while still conscious.

Of course, she didn’t just stand there and take it—she gave everything she had and swung back.

But the instant their fists collided, the black-tiger witch’s face turned ashen.

She knew she couldn’t block this punch.

An unimaginably terrifying force surged from the other side—dense, coiled like a rope twisted into a single strand, spiraling like a drill, unstoppable.

Reina’s own punch, by comparison, was like waves crashing against a reef—loud and grand, but after the foam faded, the reef stood unmoved, while the waves split apart.

So this punch brutally shattered her finger bones, tore through her arm, then slammed into her face, filled with shock—and finally, she heard something crack.

Boom...

With that thunderous sound, Reina—who had been standing—suddenly changed her race template: from big cat-girl to Headless Knight. Her headless body still stood in a fighting pose, but the once-vibrant, wild cat-girl head was gone.

If you followed the unbleeding neck upward, far away—at the same height on a dune kilometers distant—a clear, fist-shaped tunnel pierced through the sand.

Soon, the tunnel was buried by collapsing sand, and the headless corpse finally collapsed. In the silent arena, only one sound remained.

“Regrettable. The Tiger’s Might ultimately cannot rival the Dragon’s.”

“Next, then. Hurry up. Or if you’re all this weak, just come together.”

Dorothy calmly retracted her fist and spoke.

“I think I could take eleven.”

.....The shut-in witch runs rampant.....