[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-86":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},2353626,4604,"Chapter 86","armed-witch-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>After the silence, the entire arena erupted once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, one-punch KO again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did this one-punch witch come from? So brutal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, she actually beat Renata senior head-on—that’s impossible! Renata’s been the college strength competition champion for years!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d go up... but I really can’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had just been debating whether Alice had fixed the match now sat dumbfounded; the new viewers who had finally seen the fight could no longer pretend to be objective—even the most clueless spectator could plainly see the staggering gap in power between the two combatants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t even in the same league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I remember Renata’s strength rating was A, right? Seriously, is this president’s daughter’s strength above A?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my god, where did this monster come from? S-rank is supposed to be exclusive to Great Witches!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I thought about it carefully—this girl’s strength is probably still A. She crushed Renata because of precision. Renata’s always been raw power with no finesse, but that punch just now? Perfect. I don’t fully understand it, but it blew me away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand it but you’re still talking? Learn from me: just say ‘The Miss is awesome.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the second seat of the Purification Thirteen Squad, Renata’s fame and prestige in the Witch Academy far surpassed Alice’s, who had only recently risen to the last seat. Moreover, such a straightforward, bold, and battle-obsessed senior would never dream of fixing a match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the audience seats instantly became harmonious—this time, there was no repeat of the two opposing factions clashing as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in any large forest, a few foolish birds always think too highly of themselves, and soon, some discordant voices emerged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I admit this Miss is strong, but isn’t she a bit too arrogant? Doesn’t she respect her seniors? Fighting eleven at once? She’s just blowing smoke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. She’s only saying that because she knows the Armed Society’s seniors have too much honor to actually gang up on her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talented but lacking virtue—I think she’s unacceptable. How could the president even notice someone like her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, these sour, envious mutterings were few and quickly drowned out by louder cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most witches are naturally combative and admire strength; powerful witches are always more popular. Since this Miss had already proven her power with two consecutive, devastating KOs, aside from a handful of stubborn sourpusses, most other witches were happy to cheer and applaud this newly minted powerhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it wasn’t their arena being crashed—they were just spectators. All they needed to do was enjoy the show however entertaining it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, voices like this arose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agree to her! Fulfill her request! I want to see the Miss fight eleven!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Armed Society, can you really tolerate this? If it were me, I’d rather take the shame of eleven-on-one and reclaim our honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! It’s not unfair—it’s just fulfilling the opponent’s request.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectators erupted in chaotic cheering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the crowd only wanted to watch the spectacle, the pressure now fell entirely on the Armed Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mia-sis, what do we do now? Renata-sis got one-punched. If we go one by one, we’ll just be getting eliminated one after another.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mia-sis, maybe we should just all attack together? I’ll be honest—I’m scared now. This Miss is terrifying. I feel like my head might get smashed next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah! That move where she appeared beside Renata-sis—was that teleportation? But isn’t that only possible for Great Witches?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And that punch—the force was too concentrated. The precision required is insane. I’ve only ever seen such solid punch power from our president. I’m no match for her—I’d get one-punched too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whispers from her teammates made Mia’s head buzz with irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer them. She simply stood up from her seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh. There was no choice. Since Renata failed to buy time, now it was up to her, the first seat, to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for actually sending eleven people in at once—that was unthinkable. The Armed Society couldn’t afford to lose face. With the president absent, the honor of the society rested solely on her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have kept sending the other seats one by one to delay things, but as the older sister everyone called her, Mia simply couldn’t bear to send her sisters to their deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she’d go herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, just go—Mia had no hope of victory left in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t because she was cowardly or terrified. She was a Long Zhi Witch, the first seat of the Armed Society, and even before the president rose to power, she had been the original president. She still had her pride as a warrior—she would never fear before even fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had simply recognized the identity of this Miss from the way she had cleanly crushed Renata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No mistake. That invincible posture, that arrogant attitude, that absolute dominance in the arena—Fairy King, even if you turned to ash, I’d recognize you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia stood up, her plump frame trembling violently, revealing the turmoil within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard—you punched me out exactly like this on the Magic Net tournament not long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Long Zhi Witch roared inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her outward demeanor was that of a mature, composed older sister, and though she had always acted like one, caring for the others in the society, everyone had long come to see Mia as their sister—even the president called her Mia-sis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mia never truly wanted to be that sister. After all, she was a Long Zhi Witch—a born war fanatic who loved nothing more than fighting, relishing the thrill of slaughter. She joined the Armed Society to find opponents to brawl with. But now, every member called her sweetly “Mia-sis,” and how could she possibly strike them down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she sparred with her teammates, she longed to tear them apart, to see them broken and shredded—she found immense pleasure in their ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then she remembered their sweet smiles when they called her “Mia-sis,” and she couldn’t bring herself to hurt them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized her once-sharp claws and fangs were growing dull, her heart softening, her fighting style transforming from a wild beauty into something restrained and hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, every time she sparred, she unconsciously held back, stopping at the barest touch, just enough to subdue. Even in the arena, where fake life protection shielded them, she refused to harm her sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, she became even more beloved in the society, and more people began calling her “sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This “vicious cycle” had once tormented Mia. Her nature as a Long Zhi Witch urged her to destroy, to bleed, to kill, to break her sisters apart—but her overflowing maternal instincts made her instinctively suppress that nature, terrified she might lose control and truly hurt these precious girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This internal contradiction drove her mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, after a period of torment, Mia found a solution: she began entering Magic Net duels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Magic Net duels were little more than child’s play for true Armed Witches like her, offering little real training, it didn’t matter—Mia never cared about training. She simply needed to vent her long-suppressed nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that anonymous Magic Net space, she could freely do things she could never do in reality—unleash every brutal method to torture and slaughter her enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biting with teeth, tearing with claws, burning with dragon breath—all were acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headshots, heart-piercing, grinding screaming victims’ heads into the ground—why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because she had suppressed herself so long in reality, her Magic Net battles became even more insane—far more cruel and bloodthirsty than she had ever been before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So wild, so monstrous, that even she herself, upon reviewing the footage, thought she must have been insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had no choice. Until graduation, she couldn’t go to the battlefield to vent. So she had to go fishing on the Magic Net—otherwise, she feared the bloodthirsty, mad dragon sealed inside her might one day break free and harm her sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, sorry, netizens—for the safety of my beloved sisters, you’ll have to bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia had always thought this way—until one day three years ago, when she encountered a fellow traveler while casually fishing on the Magic Net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Magic Net duelist’s ID was “Philosophical Fairy♂.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Philosophical Fairy♂ wasn’t yet the new Duel King, revered by netizens as the Fairy King. She was just a constant loser, nicknamed “The Indestructible Fairy,” praised for her stubborn persistence despite endless defeats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, this idiot dared to challenge Mia—the highest-ranked duelist on the Magic Net—with no fear at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Mia didn’t refuse such a self-inflicted beating. She unleashed her desires on this little rookie, leaving only a puddle of fairy paste on the arena floor afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph. Indestructible Fairy? Let’s see how long this brat dares to play Magic Net duels after this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what Mia thought at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next day, she showed up again. Day three. Day four. And every single day for the next two years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia was delighted—she’d found an indestructible toy, an unbreakable doll, on whom she could vent her beastly desires without harming other innocent netizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, those two years were the happiest of Mia’s life. Her smile was brighter than ever; the Armed Society’s sisters even suspected she had fallen in love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Mia herself thought she might have fallen in love. She felt she couldn’t live without this little fairy. She even considered asking her out, then meeting in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they were both Long Zhi Witches—perfectly matched. As for family background? Mia didn’t care. Her own family was one of the oldest and strongest in the Long Kingdom—she was practically a princess. With her, the little fairy could skip decades of struggle. She’d never refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then this year, the new Magic Net Duel Championship for the Youth Division began, and the little fairy entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Indestructible Fairy was dead. This year’s Magic Net Duel Championship was the coronation of the Fairy King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Mia faced that once-abused toy again on the arena, she had no time to speak—she was instantly pierced through the abdomen by a clean, decisive punch and one-punched out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, stunned beyond belief, Mia felt her life draining away as she watched her “beloved” walk calmly toward her next opponent, not even glancing at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Mia couldn’t accept the truth, and her confession went unspoken. When she mustered courage to log back on the next day, she received the nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Philosophical Fairy♂, after slaughtering her way to become the new Duel King, announced her retirement right on stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her retirement speech: “Dueling’s just boring now. I’m tired of it. I’m a research witch—this constant fighting isn’t right for me. I want to focus on studying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Mia’s first love ended before it even began. She only had the game friend slot—and that slot had remained dark ever since. She didn’t even know where to find her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her first love vanished, so too vanished Mia’s bloodthirsty urges. Truly—after getting used to the little fairy’s feel, she found no joy in crushing anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia began to think Magic Net duels were pointless too. Soon after, she quit entirely, only logging in occasionally to check if her one and only friend slot had lit up—always hoping, always returning disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia’s most vivid memory of that first love was the image of that person’s cold, yet impossibly handsome, stride toward her next opponent after one-punching her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, that unforgettable figure slowly merged with the arrogant girl shouting below, demanding to fight eleven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Mia felt her heartbeat quicken. She felt this must be fate’s gift—she could not let this rediscovered first love slip away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she stood, and without hesitation, leapt down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...The Long Zhi Witch, trembling with excitement...\u003C\u002Fp>",1965,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c71f5ea212f9a59e326b043df7d0ce6e8e113796c7ddbb2d4001c1ae93520fe5","armed-witch-chapter-87","armed-witch-chapter-85",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]