Chapter 94: The Battle Is Getting Weirder

It was just that what everyone didn't know was that Dorothy, who was like a war god possessed at this moment, also had bitterness in her heart.

"Day, why isn't this dying yet? If it doesn't die again, I'll run out of blue first."

Feeling the mana pool in her body decreasing rapidly, and then looking at the opponent's mana bar that was still very tough, the shut-in witch had bitterness in her heart.

This kind of full-fire war god mode naturally couldn't be without a price. Now her violent output power was exchanged for doubled mana consumption.

You must know that "Witch's Magical Girl Transformation Spell" was an 8th-ring advanced magic spell with astonishing consumption. Even as the creator of the spell, Dorothy knew the spell like the back of her hand and could minimize mana consumption, but the final use still consumed about 5,000 mana. Not to mention that this was just the startup consumption, and the subsequent maintenance consumption was also about 200 mana per second.

Dorothy's total mana value was only 13,000. Before, she had killed in seconds, so she didn't consume much mana. But just now, to break Sister Mia's golden turtle shell, she used the killer move "Dragon King Sky-Shattering Fist." That punch was amazing in power, but the consumption was also large, burning about 2,000 mana in one punch. Plus the consumption of constantly using "Shrinking Ground into an Inch" while being chased by Madeline before.....

In short, the remaining mana in her body was only about 4,000, which could maintain the war god form for at most 20 seconds. If she couldn't hammer the opponent to death within these 20 seconds, she could only lie down and wait for death.

It was just.......

"Fuck, I heard those LSPs (lecherous people) say every day that succubi are durable, no matter how heavy the play is, they won't break. Now it seems this is true. This blood bar is ridiculously thick."

Dorothy's left head raised and glanced at the blood bar displayed in real-time above the arena.

Dorothy: 26,000 / 13,000 (Boss transformation full blood plus a blood bar doubling should be very reasonable.)

Madeline: 2,333 / 13,000

Both of their physique attributes were A-level ratings, so the blood bar length was about the same. She had successfully beaten the opponent into a residual blood state with that "Ora" just now.

It was just that just when Dorothy was excited and preparing to complete the harvest

What kind of "lock-HP" cheat is this, damn it.

At this moment, Dorothy finally understood what a terrifying creature a succubus was. It turned out that their sturdy and durable constitution was terrifying in every sense, whether in bed or on the battlefield.

But never mind that; there was no turning back now. She could only keep "Ora-ing" and see whose HP bar would give out first, yours or my mana bar.

At this moment, her mana bar was at 3,000 Total Mana, and her War God form had 15 seconds left.

"Ora ora ora......"

"Muda muda muda......"

Dorothy gritted her teeth and unleashed another flurry of wild attacks.

She dared not slack off at all right now. After all, she had finally managed to catch a flaw in her opponent just now, dragging this technical-style opponent into a situation where both sides could only rely on raw stats. Once she slacked off and let her opponent escape from this infinite combo predicament to regroup, she would undoubtedly lose today.

When dealing with this kind of enemy who excels in technical play, one should never give her any chance to fight back.

"Die for me......"

.... The little witch is Ora-ing with all her might.....

At this moment, the mana bar is at 2,000 Total Mana, and the War God form has 10 seconds left.

On the other side, the succubus witch truly had no choice but to passively take the beating; after all, her mana was so low that her room for operation was limited.

As the child of two peak witches, Ma Xier had over ten thousand mana the moment she was born. By the time she officially started learning martial arts and began Mana Web dueling, her mana was already at forty or fifty thousand. It could be said that her combat system was built starting from a minimum of forty to fifty thousand mana.

As for combat methods with less than forty thousand mana......

Emmm..... she really didn't have any. She had never thought she might end up dueling someone with only this much mana left. Besides, witches with only this much mana could generally be classified as "noobs," and couldn't noobs be taken out in seconds?

Ma Xier truly never dreamed that there actually existed such a freak in the world who had such poor mana but terrifyingly high stats and strength. Her heart was truly feeling like it had been bitten by a dog right now.

If she had even forty thousand mana in this duel today, she would have at least dozens of ways to break free.

"After I go back, I'm going to fix this flaw. I'll build a combat system starting from 1,000 mana."

The succubus witch vowed to herself.

It was just that future plans clearly couldn't effectively alleviate her current absolutely passive situation; she still had to be hammered around by her opponent like meat on a cutting board.

This was exactly the result the opponent wanted. She, who was originally of a high rank, had been successfully dragged down to the same level by the opponent, and now the opponent was ravaging her with her rich experience.

How could there be such a shameless person? No wonder her cute little sister learned bad habits and almost didn't come home at night just a few hours after meeting her.

The succubus witch was furious in her heart.

However, Ma Xier hadn't completely given up hope. With her experience, she could naturally see the high consumption of the opponent's burst form. The opponent definitely couldn't keep up this all-out attack for long. Now it was just a matter of who could outlast whom.

Moreover, her martial arts were not practiced in vain after all. Even in such a desperate situation, she had already come up with a basic countermeasure within these short ten-plus seconds.

As a big shot who had reached the pinnacle of the Martial Path, her skills were enough to be called a Martial God in the eyes of those other races. For someone like her, channeling force throughout the body was naturally something she could easily achieve.

The ability to emit fist force from any part of the body, like in the martial arts novels Dorothy had read in her past life, was something Ma Xier could also do. Furthermore, as a succubus witch, she already had absolute control over every inch of her own flesh and blood.

Therefore, although she looked like she was purely taking a beating, she was actually channeling her internal mana into fist force, which erupted from the spots where she was hit, clashing head-on with her opponent's iron fists.

Of course, the power of this fist force relying on body-generated power was certainly not as strong as a real punch. Therefore, this technique could only be said to greatly reduce the damage she received, but it was not completely injury-free.

Moreover, this kind of fist force generation required advance preparation; she needed to predict the opponent's landing point for their punches in advance. But under the opponent's high-frequency attacks, how difficult was it to achieve this?

Fortunately, another of Ma Xier's talents was now taking effect—the very source of her own sister's suffering: the succubus's core talent, Source of Desire (SSR).

Of course, it was hard to say if it was lucky or unlucky, but her talent wasn't as good as her sister's. Therefore, she didn't inherit the complete version of the Source of Desire (SSR) at birth, but only inherited a weakened version, Desire Perception (SR).

Although she could also perceive others' desires toward her, she could only detect a general sense—at most, things like "she is interested in me," "she craves my body," or "she peeked at my legs—oh, now she's looking at my chest." It was perception to that degree, and she couldn't directly interpret the opponent's desires as clearly as her sister could.

But this was already enough. After all, strictly speaking, killing intent and hostility also count as desires, don't they?

This talent, which was clearly meant for succubi to hunt, had been turned into killing intent perception in the hands of Ma Xier, a martial artist. She had developed this talent into something similar to combat intuition, capable of sensing the opponent's hostility in advance and making a rough prediction of the landing point of the opponent's next move.

In this way, she had barely managed to achieve this miracle of seemingly being beaten one-sidedly, while actually trading blows.

It was just that, since it was a move she had just developed, she wasn't very skilled with it yet, so the interception efficiency wasn't actually high. She could intercept maybe five out of ten punches, and she still had to take the remaining five head-on.

But this was enough. After all, her survival ability as a succubus had also started to take effect.

Specialty "Pain Reversal (SR)" activated.

When this ability is activated, a succubus can reverse pain into an equal degree of pleasure.

Talent "Succubus Body (SR)" activated.

A succubus can gain strength from pleasure; the more pleasure they feel, the higher their stamina recovery speed will be, and their body's self-healing ability will also be enhanced.

This combination of skills is exactly why succubi are very hard to "break."

It's just that this combination of skills looks a bit weird when used on the battlefield.

Just like now.......

"Damn, why are you making such misleading sounds while getting beaten up? And why the hell are you blushing? Why would a pervert like you become the Disciplinary Committee Chair? Plus, that S-tier mother-dragon Senior Miya is also a Correction Squad Captain—there must be something seriously wrong with the discipline at this Witch Academy."

Watching her opponent, who was clearly being hammered by her, yet whose charming body was becoming increasingly erotic, whose bewitching face was flushing redder and redder, and whose full, cherry lips would occasionally let out moans that made one's imagination run wild, Dorothy's mentality actually started to crumble.

At this moment, her mana had 1,000 Total Mana left, and her War God form had 5 seconds left.

"You damn masochist, hurry up and die!"

"Mmm.... ah......"

Ding.....

Match over.

Finally, amidst a roar and a soft moan, this match, which had been heading in an increasingly strange direction, came to an end.

And when the dust filling the sky dissipated, seeing the succubus who had already fainted and lost consciousness, and the young lady who was gradually shrinking and returning to normal in the smoke, the entire spectator stands of the arena erupted in thunderous cheers.

But this had nothing to do with Dorothy anymore. Having exhausted her mana, she couldn't hold on either. Her consciousness went black and she was about to collapse directly, but what confused her was that she didn't seem to fall directly to the ground, but instead bumped into something soft.

The last thing in her memory was a few drifting pure white feathers.

...... The little witch is in a deep sleep......