Chapter 93: What Exactly Is the Qualification of a War God?

Five seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

When the blinding light faded and the blinding spell lifted, the onlookers who had nearly been blinded rushed their gaze to the arena—but before their eyes had fully recovered, a deafening crash struck their ears.

Clang...

It was the crisp resonance of weapons colliding.

Then, a continuous barrage of impacts followed without pause; in the instant the witch spectators regained their sight, thousands of clashes rang out—a rain of strikes that left the crowd frantic, some too impatient to wait for their vision to heal naturally.

“Mass Dispel.”

Several top-tier figures instantly cast a mass removal spell; the magical ripple swept across the arena, restoring everyone’s vision. Now they could finally see the arena’s state.

“Damn...”

“Fuck...”

“What kind of pose is the young lady striking? So cool?”

“Did she take a drug or switch bodies? How did she suddenly get this strong?”

“Go on, purple-haired succubus sister!”

Below, in the arena, the tide had turned: the succubus witch who had just been leisurely hunting her opponent now found herself on the defensive.

In her hand, the serpent-bellied sword, once as agile as a living serpent, could no longer attack—only coiled defensively around her, straining to shield her. Even so, Madeline continued to retreat step by step; wounds multiplied across her body.

This wasn’t because the succubus witch had suddenly grown weak—it was because...

“Tsk. Two fists can’t fight six hands, let alone six on the other side.”

A single opening from Madeline was enough—amid the dust storm churned up by the furious assault before her, a long halberd surged straight through.

Instantly, the succubus witch’s once-tight defense collapsed. She had no time to regroup, for behind the halberd came four fists.

“Ola ola ola...”

“Wu tuo wu tuo wu tuo...”

Two identical voices, overlapping, shouted lines that were different yet equally incomprehensible—each roar synced with a storm of furious punches.

In an instant, Madeline took countless blows; the searing pain across her entire body made her feel like a slab of meat being pounded by four meat hammers, her fascia tearing, her flesh turning to mush.

And these weren’t simple strikes—each fist bore a different elemental enchantment: earth fist, fire fist, ice fist, wind fist—perfectly matching the classical four elements: earth, fire, water, air.

Each punch triggered a corresponding elemental reaction inside her: petrification, burning, frostbite, tearing...

“What kind of monster is this?”

Madeline endured the indescribable agony, her eyes locked onto the three identical cold faces across from her.

Even she was now confused about what had happened.

Just moments ago, when her invincible body expired and she prepared to finish her opponent, the unthinkable occurred.

The once-cowering earth-girl witch had vanished—in her place stood a three-headed, six-armed monster.

From the waist down, the young lady’s form hadn’t changed much—still two legs standing—but above her waist, two extra torsos had sprouted, three bodies now back-to-back in a triangular formation, each with fully functional arms and heads.

Beyond the three heads and six arms, the monster bore clear draconic traits: sharp, pointed horns grew from each forehead; her entire body was covered in black, hardened dragon scales—even her face was armored with fine, scale-like plates.

Her six arms had fully transformed into dragon claws, their long nails gleaming with metallic luster, the fingertips shimmering with icy cold light.

Behind her, extending from where her tailbone had been, a thick dragon tail unfurled, lined with sharp dorsal spines and tipped with a piercing bony spur—clearly deadly.

Add to this the monster’s towering height of over three meters—and how could anyone still link her to the shy, earthy girl from before?

But to be honest, though the monster’s appearance was fearsome, it wasn’t ugly at all. Even the three-headed, six-armed form, which sounded grotesque, looked strangely harmonious on her—as if it had always been her true form. Especially when the three faces displayed three different expressions and the six arms moved independently, every motion carried an uncanny divine aura, leaving viewers awestruck at a single glance.

The monster wore a strange black-and-gold battle robe, unlike any common style in the witch world—but Madeline had seen it before in ancient texts at home; it resembled the battle robes of the immortals from the Eastern Universe.

Between the long, sharp dragon horns atop each head rested a long, feathered ornament called the Phoenix Winged Purple Gold Crown.

The magnificent armor adorning her six arms, featuring Baqi dragon-head shoulder guards, was known as the Beast-Masked Linked Scale Armor.

The exquisite battle boots glimpsed beneath the robe’s hem were called the Lotus Cloud-Treading Boots.

(Yeah, the crown and boots are Monkey King’s, but his golden chainmail was too flashy and clashed with the protagonist’s color scheme, so I borrowed Lü Bu’s black armor—after all, we’re both wielding the Heaven-Defying Halberd. Heh.)

This is the bearing of a god. This is the visage of a War God.

It was the first thought that flashed through the succubus witch’s mind upon seeing her transformed opponent.

But if this were merely cosmetic, she wouldn’t be worried at all—such physical transformations aren’t hard; any witch with even basic shape-shifting skill can achieve them. Yet such superficial changes are meaningless, for except among naturally multi-headed or multi-limbed species, post-birth limbs are nearly impossible to control quickly. No matter how much one trains, they’ll never match the dexterity of innate limbs—unless one possesses the corresponding talent.

Madeline furrowed her brow, pondering her opponent’s evolution template. The opponent was clearly a Dragon Witch. Among dragonkind, three-headed dragons aren’t rare, nor are multi-armed variants—but one with both? That was unusual.

For now, she couldn’t tell if this was just showmanship or genuine talent.

Fortunately, she wouldn’t need to wonder much longer—her opponent answered with action.

The two side heads, previously closed, opened their eyes simultaneously—identical red eyes with golden dragon irises now glowed with distinct, intelligent light.

Then all three heads opened their mouths, each emitting a different dragon roar, while the four outer arms ignited with different elemental auras.

And then...

And then there was no “then.”

As the crowd now saw—the invincible captain of the Armed Society was cornered.

.....Crazy Witch Ola-ing.....