[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-armed-witch":3,"chapter-armed-witch-armed-witch-chapter-91":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},2353631,4604,"Chapter 91: This Is My Escape Route","armed-witch-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>“Damn, when did she get here? I didn’t sense her at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s fur stood on end like a startled cat, every hair on her body bristling, a sudden chill of dread surging through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a high-sensitivity witch, her intuition stat a solid S—but even so, she hadn’t sensed a thing until the woman spoke. If not for that, she might still be unaware someone was standing behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is fucking insane—is this what a top-tier assault witch is really like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy was suddenly overwhelmed with pressure. She realized right then that this job was going to be far harder to cash in on than she thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Alice’s data, this Armed Society president’s stats were roughly equal to Mia’s, whom she’d just carried away—their overall strength nearly identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mia was a bombardment witch; participating in a combat technique assessment was already a disadvantage, since combat was just her side gig. This succubus witch, however, was arguably the strongest assault witch of her generation—combat was her main discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Dorothy finally understood the agony of challenging someone’s primary skill with your own secondary one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chance of victory...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About thirty percent. No more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d already revealed her best moves upfront—stealth attacks were impossible now. This fight had to be fought head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【True Name: Madeline...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Age: 21】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Race: Pureblood Witch (Incubus Template)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Rank: Elite Witch】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Talents: Body Mastery (SSR), Incubus Body (SR), Dream Messenger (SR)...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Specialties: Ten Thousand Forged Body (SSR), Ultimate Martial Path (SSR), Desire Perception (SR)...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Skills: Demon King Martial Arts Secret Transmission (SSR), True Self School Profound Art (SR)...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Total Mana: 280,000 Mana】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Strength: A】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Speed: A】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Constitution: A】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Spirit: A】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Intuition: A】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Precision: S】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her mind, Madeline’s stat card appeared—but Dorothy had no energy left to examine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, just looking at that card, she’d felt she had a clear advantage. Now she understood the absurdity of paper-based analysis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For true masters, their real combat power far exceeded what any pale stat sheet could convey—just like in games, where everyone plays the same character, yet some always lose, and others always win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch, that bold claim I just made? I was just joking. This opponent isn’t boring at all—but damn, she’s a little too stimulating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy smiled bitterly to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don’t panic. The problem’s huge—panicking won’t help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d kicked down this door herself. No matter how hard, how painful, even if her brain got pounded out later, she’d have to grit her teeth and finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, bets were placed on the dark web—no refunds. What else could she do? The gambler had no retreat left. (Friendly reminder: this is fiction. Real-life gamblers are trash.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she was as stingy as they came, she’d never risked her entire fortune—not even when the dark web odds hit 1:100. She’d calmly bet only 10,000 gold coins—roughly a day or two’s food. Losing was painful, but bearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, even if she lost, she’d still get free combat experience. Either way, no real loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides, it wasn’t hopeless. She’d crushed too many one-sided matches. It was refreshing to face a tense, high-stakes underdog battle. She wasn’t some fragile soul who couldn’t handle defeat—she’d grown through countless failures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy lifted her head, her crimson eyes now golden dragon pupils, sharp as blades, fixed on her opponent. Her battle aura surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer thought about winning or losing. All that mattered now was giving everything she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wild, combative nature of the Dragon Witch, long suppressed by her reason, began to surface. Her heartbeat quickened, her blood surged, and the calm magic aura around her turned chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let’s fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young dragon, revealing her ferocious essence, thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she spread her wings and charged toward her enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the incubus witch Madeline studied her challenger, her emotions complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the sister’s senior?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she didn’t like this woman who tried to corrupt her sweet little sister, Madeline had to admit the opponent had something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does she have spatial talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the punch that shattered space, and the step that vanished like teleportation, Madeline’s warrior heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a good opponent. At sixteen, I was probably no match for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incubus witch calmly raised her hand and delivered a steady punch to meet the incoming attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous crash echoed, sending dust swirling into the air across the desert arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, fist met fist—but this time, the two were evenly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy frowned. The spiraling magical force she’d embedded in her punch had pierced the other’s arm—but no tearing, no rupture occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The punch’s energy vanished—swallowed whole. This incubus opponent’s seemingly delicate body was utterly inscrutable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not good...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with something beyond her control, Dorothy didn’t hesitate—she instinctively tried to pull back. But as she pulled, a suction force surged from the other’s fist, locking her in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit, I’m getting pulled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy’s face paled. Madeline, however, licked her lips seductively. This usually icy incubus only revealed her true seductive nature during combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came all this way—why rush to leave? Let’s play a bit longer. Your last punch was nice. I felt good. Can you go harder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, what the hell kind of line is that? Are all duelists this perverted? The high-rankers on the magic net fight like they’re in heat—and now you’re like this too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is weird. I need to get out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the incubus witch raise her other hand, her face flushed strangely, Dorothy gritted her teeth, raised her other hand, and slashed downward with a palm-blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incubus witch, equally cooperative, adjusted her punch to meet it head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the instant Dorothy’s palm-blade touched the other’s fist, it veered off—avoiding the punch entirely—and instead sliced straight down at her own wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade rose, hand fell. Blood sprayed—and Dorothy vanished from her spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tch, didn’t see that coming, did you? This is my escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the self-mutilation made Dorothy, who’d always hated pain, grimace in agony, she’d already escaped again using her self-created magical “Shrink Distance” technique. As she used magic to stop the bleeding on her severed wrist, she exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Madeline’s punch finally landed. The amplified, familiar spiraling force obliterated everything before her, creating a horizontal sand tornado out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit, isn’t that my spiral force?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>President, are you secretly surnamed Murong? Is this the legendary “Redirecting Stars and Turning Heaven” technique?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her own punch rebounded by the opponent, Dorothy’s jaw dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank heaven she’d cut off her hand in time—if she hadn’t, she’d have died humiliatingly from her own technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey Alice, why didn’t your data mention this move?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy cursed her sister’s unreliability—but then she paused, and understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh right. She herself never needed techniques to beat Alice. Probably the president was the same. That idiot sister really had no idea her president knew all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misunderstanding. So it’s just that Alice is too weak. No problem then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy shook her head and looked again at the incubus witch, idly playing with her severed hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always crushed opponents with technique. This was the first time someone had crushed her with skill—and it felt alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she’d already fallen completely on the back foot in this first exchange. This fight was going to be hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to break the deadlock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her wrist. A green glow of healing magic flared—and a brand-new hand grew back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed, then extended the new hand toward the black cat on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bastet, lend me your power. Switch to melee form.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy said to her partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow... Aow...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiny black cat leapt excitedly into her palm, then transformed into a strange weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, the cat-staff had resembled a Celtic cross—a standard cross fused with a solar disk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the solar disk reversed along the vertical stem, becoming two back-to-back crescent moons. The short horizontal arms split apart, upper and lower, firmly connecting the crescents to the staff’s body, forming a Jing -shaped structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the spearhead already atop the staff, a bizarre weapon emerged—unusual even in this fantasy world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dorothy’s past life, this weapon was called the Fangtian Huaji—a brutal blade only unmatched warlords could wield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re witches, not martial artists. Why punch? No more punching—it hurts too much. Let’s use weapons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouldering the three-meter-long, heavy halberd, Dorothy proposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, long weapons made her feel safer. She’d use the reach advantage to kite first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she saw the incubus witch pull out her own staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare weapon—neither quite a sword nor quite a whip—a chain-sword, or snake-belly sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, fine. But my weapon’s a bit long. You’ll have to bear with it, miss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The succubus witch spoke these words as she reached behind her neck and pulled from her spine a strange staff still dripping with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others winced at the sight, but Madeline seemed delighted; her breathing grew rapid, and the strange flush on her exquisite, alluring face deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let us begin the second round, young lady. Few have managed to withstand me for even a single round in the Combat Style examination. Merely for that, you have passed. Now let me see just how far your limits extend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The succubus witch shook off the residual blood droplets from her bizarre staff, raised her head, and fixed her gaze on her opponent—her violet eyes brightening with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorothy: “......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....the little witch is cursing under her breath.....\u003C\u002Fp>",1587,"2026-06-21T03:49:44.850Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9e0ac05e10dd7dd37db1c9db981dbd054206a9b4025fdf2be330829e89f12ccf","armed-witch-chapter-92","armed-witch-chapter-90",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Farmed-witch-cover.jpg"]