Chapter 947: Final

Ladies and gentlemen, after intense competition, the final of the Junior Division in this year's Dragon King Cup World Duel Championship has finally arrived.

"Let us give a thunderous round of applause to welcome these two young heroes onto the stage—they will now prove with their own strength who deserves to be called the world's strongest."

The host’s passionate voice rang out, and as the energetic BGM surged, the entire arena erupted in deafening cheers.

After all, every match prior had merely been preparation for this ultimate showdown; in martial arts, there is no second place—and the battle for who is truly the strongest has always been this exhilarating.

In the audience seats, the witches clapped vigorously while excitedly debating who had the higher chance of winning the upcoming match.

"Without a doubt, I think Princess Wendy will win—her previous battles were so overwhelmingly dominant that even Miss Mia’s terrifying attacks couldn’t kill her. I simply can’t imagine anyone stronger than her."

"Yeah, I agree—Princess Wendy will win. After all, she’s the youngest daughter of the Demon King himself, a true princess born at the pinnacle; no one else stands a chance."

"Exactly! Wendy will definitely take the crown. I watched that Sophie Lia’s matches too—she’s got some skill, sure, but she’s nothing compared to Princess Wendy. In the end, angel witches just can’t compete."

"Yeah, Sophie Lia only got byes in her first two rounds—she made it to the finals purely by luck. Otherwise, I’m sure she’d have been eliminated long ago. Based on her earlier performances, she wasn’t even as impressive as Madeline or Melanthe, let alone Mia or Princess Wendy."

Clearly, after the previous matches warmed up the crowd, Wendy’s popularity now dominated overwhelmingly; most of the uninformed spectators had already decided to blindly support her.

After all, she had just revealed her identity in her last match—she’s the daughter of the Witch King herself. That inherent prestige carries terrifying influence.

Yet, among the crowd, occasional unusual voices still surfaced.

"That’s not entirely true—I think Sophie Lia has a better chance of winning. She was the Student Council President of the Witch Academy, the undisputed top student there; even Mia and Madeline were completely overshadowed by her."

"And have you heard? I heard Sophie Lia’s origins are unusual—she was born as an experiment, carrying the bloodline of the Lord of Radiance. Yes, that Lord of Radiance—the enemy of all witches, the architect of the War of Heaven."

"Wait, what? I never heard that. But isn’t it forbidden for Golden-blood hybrids to exist? If Sophie Lia is truly the Lord of Radiance’s illegitimate offspring, how could she be walking around so openly?"

"Shh, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know. I heard Sophie Lia is recognized by the Divine King himself as the Divine King’s Holy Child—she’s the destined Angel Witch and Angel King, her status is just as noble as Princess Wendy’s."

"Oh? Really? I had no idea. Why haven’t I heard about this?"

"You just came out of seclusion, right? This blew up months ago—the eldest daughter flew into a rage over a lover and razed the Angel Witch ancestral temple just to avenge Sophie Lia. But then, for some reason, the two lovers turned against each other—the eldest daughter personally killed Sophie Lia, and both vanished for months. They’ve only recently reappeared; probably just resurrected."

"Whoa, that big? Then why is there no news now? I was in seclusion for over a decade—I thought that wasn’t long, but so much happened? I know the eldest daughter—she’s always trending on the Witchnet—but I’ve barely seen anything about Sophie Lia."

"It’s all because the Angel Witches are idiots who’ve driven themselves mad with faith. I heard Sophie Lia, the Divine King’s Holy Child, betrayed the Divine King’s Church and teamed up with the Apocalypse Legion to form the Divine King Puritan Sect. The old guard were furious—they’re suppressing the news, clearly trying to crush this new Holy Child."

"Ah, now it makes sense. Angel Witches—everyone knows how they are. They’d do anything insane. They’ve been rotten for ages. But now this final is going to be something: the strongest Angel Witch versus the strongest Demon Witch?"

Some spectators who’d followed the Angel Kingdom’s recent half-year news explained this to those around them, causing many confused witches to suddenly understand.

"Wait, isn’t this the Dragon King Cup final? Where are our Dragon Witches? How did this turn into an Angel Witch vs. Demon Witch showdown?"

Someone suddenly asked, and the surrounding spectators froze. After all, this was the Dragon Kingdom, where Dragon Witches were the majority—yet none of their own were on the stage. That was frankly embarrassing.

"Well, Sophie Lia is technically adopted by Princess Euphelia—so she’s half a Dragon Witch, at least."

Someone offered this feeble excuse.

But mentioning Euphelia’s name triggered a memory in someone else.

"We have the eldest daughter as a Dragon Witch! Too bad she didn’t enter this competition—otherwise, first place would’ve been unquestionable."

"Now that you mention it, where is the eldest daughter? She hasn’t done anything for two months—that’s weird. Is she planning something huge?"

This year’s Dragon King Cup Junior Division feels less prestigious without the eldest daughter.

The topic had veered off course—everyone suddenly began supporting a contestant who hadn’t even entered.

In any case, under this peculiar atmosphere, the final began.

Wendy was still slightly lost in the lingering afterglow of her previous duel; she felt a touch of shame, for even she thought her tactic of stalling to defeat Mia had been dishonorable.

Of course, she didn’t regret it. As the daughter of the Demon King—the King of Deception—her moral standards weren’t high enough to sacrifice victory for honor.

To achieve one’s goal by any means necessary—that was the way of the Demon Witch.

She didn’t regret it—she was merely dissatisfied that her victory hadn’t been elegant enough.

Wendy had a touch of perfectionist obsession. In her plan, this Dragon King Cup was meant to be her personal showcase—a flawless resume to present when she applied for a position under the eldest daughter. Now, her resume was imperfect, and it hurt.

But Mia was truly a formidable and worthy opponent. I’m just not strong enough yet—I couldn’t win with elegance. I’ll have to train twice as hard when I return.

Wendy thought this to herself.

Then she gathered her composure, preparing for the upcoming final.

She would redeem herself with a glorious, overwhelming victory—she must fight well and win beautifully.

Come on, Wendy—you’ll win. You absolutely will.

She whispered this to herself.

Wendy was genuinely confident at this moment.

Then, hearing the host’s voice, she adjusted her gear and stepped through the gate along the preparation corridor into the arena.

As soon as she emerged, Wendy saw her opponent—Sophie Lia—walking out from the opposite gate.

She was a stunning angel witch clad in golden battle robes, with six pure white wings spread behind her, holding a staff resembling a scepter, its top shaped like a crown.

So white. Truly, she looked saintly.

That was Wendy’s first impression of her opponent.

The relationship between Demon Witches and Angel Witches had always been poor—perhaps due to their innate evolutionary opposition, or because the Demon King and Divine King were said to be at odds.

But even if Wendy disliked Angel Witches, she had to admit this pristine white opponent embodied every beautiful fantasy of an angel.

She was so holy, so beautiful, and

so incredibly powerful!!!

When the angel spread her wings, hovering in midair, and opened her golden eyes to gaze down at her, Wendy’s intuition immediately screamed in frantic alarm.

Major threat. Major threat. This is an ultra-dangerous adversary.

Run. Flee. Don’t hesitate. Get out now.

Her intuition urged her.

Only then did Wendy realize she’d been overconfident.

But her dictionary had never contained the phrase “retreat without fighting.” Wendy was the Demon of War—she feared no challenge.

Moreover, she had just revealed her identity—she now represented the Demon King’s honor. How could she retreat here?

So, after several deep breaths, Wendy steadied herself and forcibly silenced her chattering intuition.

This damn intuition was undermining morale—better off without it.

The duel arena had fully generated. The countdown ended.

The moment the two health bars appeared above their heads, Wendy moved.

This time, Wendy no longer showed the calm composure of her previous fights—she chose to strike first.

After all, intuition was never useless—it was one of a witch’s most vital attributes. An opponent who could make her intuition scream in near-panic was undoubtedly terrifying.

Even facing her own dangerous sisters, her intuition had never reacted this fearfully.

Wendy specialized in the Path of Fear—but at this moment, she smelled fear on herself. She knew she was afraid—just because the opponent had looked at her.

"I have fought the cruel battle, walked the path I must walk, kept the path I must keep. Henceforth, a crown of glory awaits me."

The terrifying demonic antlers reappeared; the blasphemous cries of hell rang once more.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wendy unleashed her ultimate technique—she didn’t even bother testing. She went all out from the start.

This sudden opening stunned everyone, especially the spectators.

"Wait, what? That’s insane! She opened with her ultimate right away?"

"Bad omen! First strike always loses!"

"Don’t talk nonsense—it’s a tactic! This is speed warfare!"

Even the witches in the VIP boxes were stunned—especially Madeline and Mia, who had just fought Wendy and knew just how dangerous she was. They widened their eyes.

Wait, Wendy—when you fought us, you weren’t like this! Please go back to your usual arrogant, domineering self.

"Heh, Wendy’s panicked. I didn’t realize the President was this terrifying."

Mia sighed, then remarked.

"Yeah, we haven’t seen the President fight in ages. Eldest Daughter, have you ever seen her fight?"

Madeline turned to Dorothy.

Dorothy: "."

Dorothy thought—and realized she didn’t know either.

After all, Sophie Lia had reclaimed her long-abandoned angelic power. No one knew just how strong she truly was now—not even Dorothy. She only knew the governess was terrifyingly powerful.

Someone so dangerous that even Dorothy, if she faced her, would have to take it seriously—misstep, and she’d lose.

Dorothy simply shook her head.

So the sisters turned their gaze back to the arena.

On the arena.

Though her opening move looked majestic, Wendy was actually panicked—she realized her magic was slipping out of control; the feel of this Pride’s Sovereignty was wrong—it seemed like a failed casting.

But why? Though this complete form was a 12th-tier forbidden spell she couldn’t fully master, she hadn’t unleashed its full power—she’d always kept its strength within her control.

Yet now, this normally controllable magic was slowly slipping away—as if someone were stealing control from her.

Wait—

Wendy suddenly realized something. She turned sharply to her opponent—and saw the golden eyes of her adversary slightly curved, smiling.

"Princess Wendy, we met not long ago. Why are you so arrogant as to wield the power of Pride before me?"

A voice, dripping with mockery and amusement, rang out.

But the angel witch’s lips hadn’t moved—she hadn’t spoken. So where did the voice come from?

Wendy’s heart jolted. She looked down—and saw her opponent’s shadow on the ground, grinning broadly.

Then the shadow rose, transforming into a black-haired, six-winged fallen angel girl.

"Uh… Miss Lucifel."

Wendy recognized the sudden fallen angel—she’d met her not long ago in the Screaming House.

Wait, these two look exactly the same.

Only now did the Wendigo Witch realize that since the beginning of this spiritual chaos, she had never once noticed what her opponent, Sophie Liya , looked like.

Had she noticed this earlier, she would never have used the power of pride before an Fallen Angel.

But no one has ever heard that the power of pride can steal another’s magic.

Unfortunately, Sophie Liya was not the type to explain things to others.

The pure white witch in the sky opened her mouth and spoke a sacred divine phrase.

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness.”

This incantation was nearly identical to Wendy’s Pride Sovereignty—just hearing it made clear the two magics were connected.

That was only natural, since Pride Sovereignty drew power from Lucifer, the Pride Demon God, while Sophie Liya ’s divine phrases came from her mother, Gabriel, the Radiant Lord and Lucifer’s elder sister.

“Divine Art—Crown of Fate, Coronation.”

Sophie Liya ntr’s magic.

Your magic? Hand it over—it’s mine now. This is the guidance of holy light, the judgment of fate. Laugh.