Chapter 935

Dorothy covered her eyes.

Because the scene on the arena below was a bit too bloody and cruel; a peace-loving person like her couldn't bear to watch.

But as a judge, she felt she had the responsibility and obligation to observe the duel between the two contestants carefully to be accountable for the subsequent match results, so she peeked through her fingers again.

Eww~~~

At this sight, she immediately closed her eyes again and shook her head repeatedly.

Fine, there was no suspense left in this match. After all, that Beholder lady who seemed so good at inciting others' rage no longer had eyes.

Well, literally, eyeballs were scattered all over the ground.

Afterward, two eyeballs were ruthlessly crushed by a dragon claw, making a squelching sound, and the final Hypnotic Magic Eye was pierced by a sharp claw, just like a fork passing through a grape.

The sharp claw slowly lifted to bring the grape to her mouth, and then sharp teeth closed, producing a hair-raising chewing sound.

After tasting the blood, the owner of the dragon claw—whose originally delicate and cute face was now covered in dragon scales—revealed a joyful and cruel smile.

Inanna had now gone berserk and turned into a wild beast.

At this moment, Miss Tyranny's rationality had faded, leaving only the dragon's instinct to dominate her body. Burning, inextinguishable rage flared in her grim dragon pupils, and the last remaining thought in her mind was to ravage the enemy before her with the most cruel means, to make her realize just how severe the consequences of provoking her were.

Opposite her, Matilian was both shocked and angry.

She was shocked because she didn't know what means Inanna had used to break free from her hypnosis and mental suppression, and angry because of the opponent's contempt and arrogance in viewing her as prey.

Although her situation was indeed not looking good right now.

Just now, she thought victory was assured, so she had gotten too close to Inanna.

And the outcome of a mental-school practitioner getting too close to a combat-school practitioner goes without saying; the three bloody holes in her face were the lesson.

Carelessness leads to the loss of magic eyes.

Fortunately, for a Beholder, they might lack many things, but they rarely lack eyes.

Matilian reached into her pocket, pulled out three eyes, and pressed them into the empty sockets on her face.

Subsequently, the pupils of these three previously hollow eyes began to contract. They first spun around in different directions a few times, eventually unifying, and the eyes became spirited.

The Beholder clan's eye secret technique: plug and play; everyone who uses it says it's good.

Matilian regained her vision.

But this didn't seem to be a good thing.

After all, the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a huge, open dragon mouth right before her.

It was Inanna.

However, the Beholder lady wasn't very panicked, as this was already within her expectations.

Although she had been temporarily blinded just now, as a mental-school witch, her perception never relied solely on eyes. Mental power could also help her perceive everything around her; in terms of pure observation, mental power is much more useful than eyesight.

Therefore, Matilian had long known that her opponent was right in front of her.

The next moment, the left eye among the three she had just installed lit up.

Imprisonment Magic Eye.

Glaze, Crystal, Diamond, Gold, Emerald—these are the five grades of magic eyes.

The Imprisonment Magic Eye is a Diamond-grade magic eye.

Although it doesn't sound like a high grade, it is actually a quite powerful magic eye. After all, the number of Golden-grade magic eyes above it is very scarce, and Emerald-grade ones basically only exist in legends.

And even the ability of the most ordinary Glaze-grade magic eye far exceeds that of ordinary similar spells, let alone a Diamond-grade one.

Therefore, the imprisonment power of this Imprisonment Magic Eye instantly froze her opponent, who had almost bitten her head off, in mid-air.

Well, the opponent was like an insect trapped in amber, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The Beholder Witch had wanted to take the opportunity to counterattack, but suddenly frowned and retreated rapidly, creating distance.

Inanna's magic resistance was too high; even the Imprisonment Magic Eye could only control her for less than two seconds.

This was still under the condition of control without attacking; once she launched an attack, this berserk beast would almost certainly break free the next moment.

And given the thick-skinned nature of the combat-school practitioners, Matilian didn't think she could kill her in one hit, so it was better to pull back and re-engage.

Her maneuver was undoubtedly correct.

The moment she flashed back, the imprisonment expired. The freed beast bit hard into the air following her previous momentum; the sound of teeth clashing could be heard even from far away, showing just how fierce that bite was.

At this moment, the Beholder lady's right eye also lit up; this was a magic eye with a pink heart-shaped pupil.

Lust Magic Eye.

Also a Diamond-grade magic eye, its function is as simple and direct as its name: one glare can make the target go into heat on the spot.

Matilian didn't know what berserk secret technique Inanna was using, but judging by the performance, it seemed to be driven by rage. Therefore, to break the secret technique, it should naturally be based on calming the opponent's rage.

And lust can dissipate rage.

However, while the theory is correct, in reality—

The Beholder lady's right eye began to burn.

Although this Lust Magic Eye was already very "burning" by nature, now it was literally burning.

Invisible flames erupted from her right eye and then expanded; from afar, it actually looked quite cool, but unfortunately, these flames were not a special effect Matilian had added herself.

Therefore, the Beholder lady wailed in pain.

Her mental power had only just followed the effect of the Lust Magic Eye to attack, but before it could enter Inanna's consciousness, it was ignited by that terrifying sea of fire.

The flames burning on this right eye were the backlash.

She should have immediately gouged out this right eye and thrown it away—decisiveness is key to avoid being backlashed even more severely.

But unfortunately, once burned by these flames, the first thought that surged in Matilian's heart wasn't to treat herself, but rather, "I'm so pissed off, I want to blow up with her."

This rage came too fiercely; almost instantly, all three of her eyes ignited with flames, and then she really lost her head and charged up.

And then—

And then there was no "then."

A fragile mental-school practitioner going head-to-head with a savage combat-school practitioner? What kind of witch joke is this?

Bang, bang, bang.

Miss Beast shattered Miss Beholder's melee dream with three punches.

The subsequent scene of "eating" was too violent; little witches shouldn't watch, so it's skipped with a black screen.

"Uh, the effect of this Fire of Rage is actually stronger than I imagined."

On the stage, Dorothy nodded with satisfaction.

She hadn't expected Inanna to win so cleanly. That Miss Matilian had actually been consumed by rage and delivered herself to defeat. One must know she was a peak practitioner of the mental school, and her mental defense methods certainly wouldn't be lacking, yet she still fell for it.

Although this was mainly due to the "first-encounter kill"—if they fought again and Miss Matilian were prepared, it probably wouldn't be so effective—even so, this still demonstrated the utility of the "Tyrannical Killing Heart Curse." It was worth Dorothy incorporating some understanding of the Original Sin of Wrath into this spell.

"What's this? So the development of combat spells is just like this."

The Home Witch thought this with a sense of loneliness as cold as snow.

Of course, inside, she was already dancing like a dragon witch, feeling smug.

At this moment, she heard the judges beside her rationally analyzing the situation just now.

"What spell did Miss Inanna use just now?"

"I don't know either. I've never seen such a brutal spell before. Her berserk state was truly dominated by beastly nature; it's a bit scary."

"But that spell is indeed quite suitable for little Inanna. This girl has always been a bit weak in mental defense, relying on potions in the past. But in higher-end matches, there's almost no time to drink potions. Now it seems she has solved this weakness."

"Hmm, I wonder which spell master she found to customize this exclusive spell. It fits her 'Radiant Wrath Dragon-Slaying' template perfectly. Let's ask her for the master's contact information later."

"Mm-hmm, let's go together."

"Alright, stop drooling; let's judge first."

"What's there to judge? It's obviously Inanna's victory."

Soon, the other judges reached their conclusions, leaving only Dorothy unmoved.

Consequently, everyone focused their gaze on the puppet dragon in front of the Home Witch.

"Witch-sama, is there some problem with this duel?"

Someone asked cautiously.

To this, the puppet dragon gave a shy smile.

Well, the Home Witch had added an expression function to this puppet dragon when she was bored.

"I abstain this time. After all, I am Inanna's spell coach, to avoid any unfairness."

She replied.

As soon as these words were spoken, the judges were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and then their gazes became burning.

Good heavens, they were just wondering which master's handiwork was so impressive, and it turned out the master was right beside them.

Then, Dorothy felt her spellbook vibrating wildly; Miss Witch of the Forest received a pile of friend requests, and the notes on those requests were all from the judges beside her.

If this were in the past, the Home Witch definitely wouldn't have added a single friend, but now, she thought about it and accepted them.

Well, she now had the power to protect herself, so there was no need to be as cautious as before. Besides, more friends mean more paths.

In short, it was absolutely not because the judge sisters present were all top-tier dueling stars who were not only powerful but also beautiful one after another, making her crave their company.

Mm-hmm, absolutely not; she had no intention of building a circle of friends full of beautiful big sisters just for the sake of eye candy.

She was mainly doing it for learning. After all, the combat experience of these top dueling experts was a huge treasure. When she had time to customize spells for them later, asking them to demonstrate their combat styles and techniques as much as possible was also reasonable.

What "stealing knowledge"? This is high-end customization, fully understanding the client's characteristics—don't talk nonsense if you don't understand.

Only—

Lord Lancelot, why are you joining in the fun?

Dorothy glanced at the Moon Rabbit Knight beside her and rolled her eyes.

With her current level, she could at most design spells for peak witches; the main range was tenth to eleventh ring. Twelfth ring was too strenuous, and she wasn't qualified yet.

So, Sage-level big shots, don't come trying to associate with me, okay? If I had that ability, I would have honored my mother with it long ago.

However, the Moon Rabbit Knight didn't mind the Home Witch's eye-roll; she just looked at the friend request acceptance notification and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, she'd go back to the round table and show it off, making the others die of envy.

"Hmm, the next match should be quite interesting; you should watch carefully."

Lancelot reminded her.

"Uh—"

Dorothy was stunned upon hearing this. She looked down at the match schedule.

Nibelungen vs. Adela.

Nibelungen.

The Home Witch immediately perked up.

She had known this mysterious Miss Ultimate Weapon for a long time. The two had even been colleagues for a while when building the Golden Princess, but during the ship construction, Miss Nibelungen had been very low-key, neither eye-catching nor mediocre.

She seemed quite capable in the step of "warship spirit awakening"; the warship modules she assembled all succeeded in awakening on the first try, with almost no errors.

But other than that, there was nothing else.

At that time, Dorothy was also busy to the point of exhaustion and didn't have the energy to pay attention to Miss Nibelungen's situation. But on the few occasions she saw her, the other party always seemed to be alone, seemingly without friends; even the people from the Death Wing Battle Group weren't very close to this Miss Jinchuriki.

And before, at the Fist-Willing competition that almost turned into a fight, the Nine-Headed Dragon Witch Belgara had said that Miss Nibelungen was a formidable opponent. Now, at the Dueling Tournament, even a big shot like Lancelot was paying special attention to her, so this Miss Jinchuriki's strength must be truly formidable.

Dorothy became interested.

However, when she flipped through the information, she frowned again.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Miss Nibelungen's information; after all, other than being from the Death Wing Battle Group, there was nothing else—it was a blank slate.

What truly surprised the Home Witch was the information of her opponent this time, Miss Adela.

Without needing to say more, the four words "last year's champion" were full of gold content.

Furthermore, Miss Adela's surname was Jörmungandr.

Good heavens, a relative of mine?

Dorothy first looked down at the dragon-snake necklace around her neck.

"Hey, sister, do you know her?"

She asked Jörmungandr curiously.

To this, Miss Dragon-Snake couldn't even be bothered to open her eyes.

"Don't know her."

She replied lazily.

This left the Home Witch speechless. Forget it, you can't expect the ancestor to know every descendant.

Although she really wanted to complain about how this ancestor sister could have descendants when she was so lazy every day—after all, she might even find the act of making children too much trouble.

"Uh, isn't making children just burying the shed dragon teeth and scales in the soil, then watering them with a little dragon blood, and after a while, a little child will grow out? That's how Mother taught me when she let me have a few children to play with. It actually feels quite simple."

Jörmungandr asked with some confusion.

Dorothy: "..."

Damn, I feel like I've learned something incredible. So that's how the Jörmungandr family came to be?

Despite having been in the Witch World for so many years, the Home Witch was still often shocked by the magic of magic.

Good heavens, so there really are children that grow out of the ground.

Forget it, high-end operations of big shots—can't learn, can't learn.

The Home Witch is greatly shocked.

How is everyone's Tiger Vanguard appetite? I fed him for over three hours before he finally choked to death.