Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"The first game of the third round, Crystal Lattice Academy, Krenchen, vs. Edes Academy, Stacia."

After the short intermission, the third round of competition began, and this time it was Krenchen versus Stasia.

"By the way, this guy Krenchen is so lucky. He didn't meet the first four geniuses in three games." Someone lamented this kid's good luck.

"Let him pinch the soft persimmon."

"Did Jingge Academy send hackers to hack the lottery system of Dabi and arrange advantageous matches?"

"Hahaha, although this joke is good, you still have to face it in the end, but it does sound suspicious." The audience discussed and laughed in the audience.

Krenchen was not unaware of the discussion in the auditorium outside. He rubbed his nose and walked onto the stage. In fact, he himself felt that his luck was a bit too good. Maybe the academy really had some influence behind it?

Forget it, don't think about it, just try your best to win. After entering the battlefield, Krenchen concentrated on it.

Although Stasia is standing opposite, she is a bit weaker than before. After all, she has just been injured. Even if she is healed, there will still be a lot of wear and tear. Now she can only display 70% of the strength she had in her prime.

The conventional fighting style probably won't work. Krenchen is very good at positional warfare. He has to deal with the opponent as soon as possible. Stasia thought silently in her heart when she took the stage.

It would be disadvantageous if time went on for a long time. The blood pupil sequence she was in was already known for its explosions, and her body was still weak. As time went on, this part of the decline would be highlighted.

This is all we can do. After deciding on the tactics, the referee made the announcement at the right time.

"The competition begins!"

"Killing·Boiling Blood Blade!"

Almost at the same time as the announcement, Stasia's figure suddenly rose up, like a red straight line, attacking Krenchen a hundred meters away. Her pupils were like blood, staring at Krenchen's every move, to the point of selflessness and To the point of being desperate.

His body almost dodged the piercing electric current fired by Krontgen's wave in half a second, and the blood-red sickle was raised high, came to Krontgen and struck it down with all his strength, leaving no chance for the opponent to dodge and react.

The crystal grid on Krontgen's hand had just unfolded halfway when it was exploded by the dark red blood blade. The sharp wound cut from Krontgen's right shoulder to his lower left waist and kidney. The black and red wound rolled around, and a large number of His flesh and blood split open, almost cutting Krenchen in half.

After the stabbing, Stasia stumbled a few steps sideways without any strength before holding on to the scythe to stand still, while Krenchen lay completely on the ground, his eyes beginning to lose focus.

"Ades Academy wins!"

Stasia, who had been holding 0 points, finally regained the game, but Krenchen was seriously injured this time, and it was basically impossible for other opponents to defeat him.

After the first match ended, there was a burst of shouting in the stadium, followed by the second civil war at St. Ingo Academy, between Wakad and Metty.

The battle between these two people did not have many highlights. Although there were back and forth, they were both relatively restrained. They were in the same school and were familiar with each other. In the end, Wakad won because his attack method was similar to that of an assassin. Mei Di from the Ji lineage is difficult to deal with and is at a huge disadvantage.

Time has come for the third game.

"Lelisa Academy, Seraphia, vs. St. Ingo Academy, Sylviara!"

After the host made the announcement, enthusiastic cheers rang out in the stadium. Everyone looked at both sides of the battlefield with great anticipation, thinking that the highlight of the night was coming.

The two contestants were relatively calm and walked slowly into the battle field. After the referee announced the start, they did not act immediately, but observed each other.

Looking at Sylviala standing quietly opposite with two swords in hand, Seraphiel closed her eyes slightly and carefully experienced this unique sense of oppression.

If Tilan is the bright moon in the sky, unable to see her limits and always full of mystery, then the person in front of her is like a peerless long bow stretched taut, with that sharp aura restrained yet faintly emerging. , which makes people feel stinging.

She will be very strong. She is the kind of person who is extremely talented and works extremely hard. She almost makes up for every shortcoming through training and hard work, and brings her own advantages to the extreme, making people impeccable.

Even if she has the blessing of an angel, her talent and hard work are not bad, Seraphiel can't say that she can definitely defeat the opponent. There is still a huge danger, and she may lose if she is not careful.

Holding the sword tightly, pure white holy flames rose. Seraphiel stared at the other party. The fire waves under her feet spread in circles. This terrifying heat wave swayed, making the space around her blurry.

At this time, Sylviala also took action. After observing Seraphire for a few seconds, she disappeared instantly, causing the other party to lose awareness of her position.

Just when Seraphiel was on full alert, thinking that Sylviara would surprise and assassinate her in some way, Sylviara's figure appeared in the sky.

Different from usual, Sylviala did not fight Seraphiel in close combat. She flapped her wings slightly, stood in the night sky, and rarely chanted a spell.

Bright red vortices emerged in the night sky, and the magical light and sand in these vortices flowed. Then the light condensed, and bright red rose buds grew and bloomed from the vortex.

With her back against the sky, the wings behind Seviera flapped, gradually lengthened, and were no longer transparent. The patterns on the butterfly wings became particularly enchanting, with black and red veins embellished like roses, like eyes looking down.

"This is..." Someone opened his mouth slightly, surprised by the scene in front of him.

"It's so similar."

"Isn't this the special move Themisia used back then?" Someone finally told the origin of this sense of familiarity.

In the night sky, Sylviala opened her hands, and bright red roses grew between her petal-like sleeves. Then the black buds in the middle of the roses gradually lengthened and extended, and two black slightly curved sword blades emerged.

"The Rose of Annihilation."

Then Seviala flapped her wings, and all the bright red roses floating in the sky were scattered, and the blood-red petals washed down like a storm.

The pure white holy flame surrounding Seraphiel immediately ignited the incoming rose petals. The rain of flowers turned into a sea of ​​fire that swept over and flooded the venue, and countless flames were instantly annihilated and dissipated during the burning.

In the storm, Sylviara swooped down and instantly transformed into seven figures, attacking Seraphiel from seven directions.

At this time, a magic circle surrounded by angels suddenly lit up under Seraphiel's feet. The pure white light caused Sylviara's body, which was attacking at close range, to stagnate. Then Seraphiel also used the holy sword to sweep across and crush the body. Figures of three Sylviala.

However, this lag did not last long. For almost a second or two, Saviara's figure flickered, changed again, and broke away from the shackles of the magic circle. One of them crushed the magic circle on the ground, and the other from Seraphi The top of her head was chopped off, one person stabbed the dark rose thorn blade from behind, and the other person drew an S-shaped trajectory in the night sky and went straight for Seraphiel's neck.

In such a short moment, Seraphiel almost instinctively turned the sword blade diagonally, and swung the sword with a snow-white sharp blade to smash the figure above her head. Then she swung the sword blade across and smashed the figure beside her who was destroying the magic circle. Then a rose thorn blade penetrated the invisible barrier on her side and pierced into Seraphiel's back. Then Seraphiel blocked her sword again and blocked Sylviara who was attacking from the side.

Suppressing the injury on her vest, Seraphiel burst out with holy flames and knocked back Sylviala in front of her. The stabbing blade behind her turned on her chest, crushing her internal organs. Then she let go of the sword and retreated, avoiding Kai Seraphiel turned around and fired back.

The two Sylviaras who retreated merged into one again. She didn't give Seraphiel a chance to breathe. She struck with both swords, and then let go of one sword at the moment of the fight, letting it fly up in the air. It crossed an arc, and then flew down again.

Sylviala, who was holding a rose thorn blade, continuously fought with Seraphiel. Although the dark thorn blade was burned by the holy sword, the annihilation and curse attached also greatly eroded the holy sword and reduced its light. dim.

And just when the two were concentrating on the fight, the flying stabbing blade struck again, causing Seraphiel to be temporarily distracted and tried to knock Sylvia away. Unfortunately, the other party had planned this moment, and the dark sword The blade was half a beat too slow, leaving Seraphiel in a dilemma. If she swung her sword hard to knock Sylvia away, she would be hit by the flying thorn blade. If she blocked the flying thorn blade, she would be hit by the flying thorn blade. Seviala hits.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, Seraphiel simply shouted and attacked with all her strength. The boiling holy flame swept across, scorching the ends of Sylviala's hair, and the magic ritual on her body gradually collapsed, unable to resist anymore. .

But at this moment, the incoming stabbing blade also pierced Seraphiel's right arm and shoulder. Although it was instantly drowned and burned by white flames, the black curse mark also spread on Seraphiel's shoulder, causing The holy sword in her hand was weak.

Sylviara, who had succeeded, remained calm. While she was swinging her sword, the bright red butterfly wings behind her flapped, sending out a shower of broken red flowers. She suppressed the holy flame beside Seraphiel for the time being, and then drew her sword.

"Cutting Double Swords·Flapping Wings"

A red mark turned across Seraphiel, and three deep wounds with visible bones appeared on Seraphiel's shoulder, the side of her thigh, and her back.

Although the light feather sequence has a strong healing power, it is difficult to heal in a short time after being slashed by the cursed and annihilated sword. In addition, the stabbing wound in the back not long ago, Seraphiel Finally weakened, the wings on his back gradually dissipated.

Sylviara didn't dare to bet on when Seraphiel would recover. After performing three consecutive instant cuts with wings, she flew into the sky again, and then swooped down. Two blood-red rose pairs grew out of her hands again. The sword slashed towards Seraphiel's neck.

With difficulty operating her magic power, Seraphiel swung her sword to hold the two blood-red swords that were being swung down, and then was pushed back and flew away. Then several red marks flashed across her body, one wrist was cut off, and a cross appeared on her chest. He had a bloody wound, one leg was penetrated by a sword blade, and then a sword penetrated his throat.

The hot blood slowly flowed down, dyeing the pure white cloth red. She released the hilt of the sword. Sylviara looked at Seraphiel who was covered in blood in front of her, and took a few steps back. Only then could she be sure that Seraphiel Raphael was completely defeated by himself.

"St. Ingo Academy wins!"