“The beast-orc nun actually dares to bruise my handsome face! I’ll turn you into a slave for my entire clan! And you, Nun of Atonement! And you, Priestess Rebecca! None of you will escape! All of you will be dealt with! All will become slaves of my family! Ha ha ha!”
Hong Lion was still reveling in his insults, completely oblivious to anything wrong, lost in the beautiful fantasy in his heart, unable to perceive the true intentions of the political figures.
“…No! Hong Lion, come back quickly!”
But Orange Lion’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably atop the city wall, sensing something was wrong. He shouted loudly, then flipped off the rocky battlement in a single leap.
“[Exclusive Amplification for the Brave – Combination Spell].”
Unfortunately, it was already too late. With the Nun of Atonement’s lightning-fast incantation, she no longer showed any sign of weakness. The frenzied magical thorns sprouted infinitely along her back.
Just like last time, when she struck the sword hilt, the force had never truly intended to draw the sword—only a bluff.
A true sword draw slash isn’t about speed but about being insidious and unstoppable.
If Samimi really wanted to draw her sword, she wouldn’t let you see her hand resting on the hilt.
All you could see was…
“Whoosh!”
First came a terrifying rush of wind!
Then a trailing deep crimson crescent sword light sliced across half the arena, striking directly at Hong Lion’s face. The speed was breathtaking.
The only person able to react in the entire arena was Shirley William, but she didn’t move; even if she could react, she wouldn’t help Hong Lion. She simply watched as he was struck.
“[Flame Shield]!”
Hong Lion’s reaction in this moment was pushed to the limit—truly maxed out—barely summoning a Magic Shield.
However, the Enchanted Slayer Sword came down with a single strike, and the magical thorns instantly tore through his shield, eroding his flames. It was utterly unable to withstand the Nun of Atonement’s sword-axe strike.
Dead!
Hong Lion’s face turned pale, feeling his life slipping away.
“Stop! Move again and I’ll burn you to death, little beast-orc!” Orange Lion shouted fiercely.
The Slayer Sword truly stopped, but the blade was only half a centimeter from Hong Lion’s neck, ready to slit his throat effortlessly.
“Sister Da… save me…” Hong Lion lost all his earlier arrogance in an instant, now lying on the ground with the long, pitch-black blade resting on his shoulder, utterly terrified.
Samimi tilted her head and looked, only to see Orange Lion raising his large ruby staff, aiming carefully at Niubao. The staff was already radiating thick magma-like fiery energy.
But Orange Lion was at least five meters away from Niubao, while Samimi’s blade was only five millimeters from Hong Lion’s neck.
“I can sever his head and still have time to cast a Magic Shield on Niubao. Why are you still making a fuss?” Samimi’s tone was calm but laced with seven parts contempt.
Orange Lion took a deep breath and said nothing, his gaze growing colder.
However, he didn’t look at the Nun of Atonement but instead quietly stared at Bemore, signaling her with his eyes.
Bemore received the silent command from the Flame School’s Council President. At that moment, she felt an icy chill creeping over her body, the wind tossing her hair in disarray. No amount of fire elemental energy could warm her; it was as if she had fallen into a freezing abyss, her mind blank and unable to think.
Because the worst outcome for herself had happened.
After spending days and nights together, her heart had long since reconciled with Samimi. She even felt a sense of belonging to the Moon of Darkness Hall.
But she was, after all, a Fire Mage. Her profession limited her path, and her background weighed heavily on her conscience.
The evil flame was a curse she could never escape in her lifetime. She had no choice.
“…”
Samimi suddenly felt a scorching heat at the back of her head.
“Bemore, what are you doing!” Priestess Rebecca shouted loudly.
Not only Rebecca, but all the magic apprentices around began to whisper doubts.
Samimi almost guessed what was happening.
Bemore stood behind her, holding a black wooden staff pointed at the back of her own head. A small magical dragon orb had already charged up, ready to explode her brain.
“Why?” Samimi asked forward without turning around.
“Sorry, I’m an undercover.” Bemore answered coldly, pretending to be indifferent.
“I knew it! From the first day she came to our dorm, I knew she was bad news!” Priestess Rebecca exclaimed, “Miss Samimi, you were just too kindhearted! You actually believed her!”
Her words were like a cold, harsh wind cutting through Bemore.
She didn’t want to do this, but…
“I have no choice,” Bemore said weakly in defense.
Samimi said nothing.
And Nun Rebecca was silent as well, which only made Bemore feel worse.
Only when one completely loses hope in someone would they not even want to speak. In Samimi’s eyes, she was less than a villain probably just a beast. What was there to say to a beast?
“How despicable.” Samimi looked at Orange Lion, her face void of emotion, but you could almost feel the anger burning beneath her eyes.
“Move the blade if you don’t want to die.” Orange Lion said coldly, scolding.
Samimi could only obediently pull the blade away from Hong Lion’s neck.
“You’re dead for sure!” Hong Lion saw this and his smile turned wild again, becoming arrogant and defiant.
“Good!” But Samimi didn’t let him off easily. She suddenly delivered a powerful knee strike of black silk to Hong Lion’s already crooked nose.
Remember, Samimi still had amplification spells enhancing and overloading her strength. Although her base strength was average, this knee strike was enough to knock Hong Lion senseless from the pain.
“Ah!” Hong Lion screamed miserably, his face mangled.
“You! [Dragon of Scorching Flames]!” Orange Lion immediately grew furious, his ruby staff spewing out a magma fire dragon at Niubao, who had no Magic Shield.
Samimi didn’t have time to activate the Wall of Thorns and cast a Magic Shield on Niubao. It was too slow. Besides, the protective power of the egg-shaped Magic Shield might not be enough to block the Flame School Council President’s fire dragon spell.
So she leapt forward herself, standing between Niubao and the attack, ready to cast the Magic Shield wall to protect them both. This was the fastest way—only this gave them a glimmer of hope.
Amid this sudden sequence of chaotic moves, Bemore stood like a wooden puppet, frozen in place. She neither attacked nor helped anyone, utterly stuck.
“[Wall of Thorns]!” Samimi rolled and dived to shield Niubao, one hand pressing the ground to summon thorns and wall.
“Turn!” But before the barrier was even halfway formed, they were struck by the magma fire dragon. The explosive flames and shockwave swept across the entire arena.
No wonder Orange Lion, the Flame School Council President, was at least five levels stronger than Hong Lion.