Flames and black smoke completely filled the magic arena, making it impossible for those outside to see what was happening inside.
The course of this duel far exceeded everyone’s expectations.
In fact, it was no longer a mere clash of spells but had turned into a battle of cunning and deceit, rife with baseness and conspiracy.
When the sparks and black dust on the arena finally dispersed…
Samimi and Niubao had not been blasted to pieces; the Wall of Thorns still blocked the fire dragon technique.
However, the Wall of Dreaming Thorns was blasted down to half its size.
The two of them were shrouded in blue smoke, clearly scorched badly by the lingering flames.
The tough-skinned Niubao seemed unaffected and remained alert, but the poor little scoundrel Samimi was not so lucky.
She was so choked by smoke she was close to losing consciousness.
If it weren’t for Niubao supporting her, she would have already collapsed on the ground.
No choice, Miworms are afraid of fire.
“Miss Samimi! Niubao!” Priestess Rebecca called out, clutching her pastoral staff as she hurried over and knelt beside them to heal.
“Phew~” As expected of the life-saving Priestess Rebecca, Samimi immediately breathed a deep sigh of relief and was revived in an instant.
But Orange Lion had already advanced to within three meters of them, standing at a safe distance where counterattacks were impossible.
She raised her large red ruby staff, aiming precisely at the trio.
She had already completed the second molten lava volley; the next one would surely burn the three from the School of Healing to a crisp.
“You’ve lost,” Orange Lion said calmly, not yet reaching the point of slaying them in front of the crowd.
“We have lost,” Samimi replied coldly, “but you have no honor either.”
Her words were a little defiant but had some truth to them.
Orange Lion was speechless, falling silent, because this round was indeed without honor.
Looking around, the magic apprentices wore cold expressions.
Except for the Fire Mages from their own Flame School cheering wildly, the others from different schools simply did not accept the outcome.
Therefore, the result of this battle was a loss for both sides.
The Flame School failed to reclaim its reputation, and the School of Healing did not regain its history.
“What a disgusting ending.”
Shirley Wiliam crossed her arms, looking disdainfully at Red Lion and Orange Lion before turning away to return to her own Wind School.
As a magic warrior, she was extremely angry at such an outcome without martial virtue and found it very unpleasant.
But such immoral events frequently occurred here, and even she was helpless against them.
“Haha, you really have no strategy, Orange Lion.”
Rock Mage Haritid descended slowly, removing the rock wall fortress as he watched this ridiculous farce unfold with delight.
He just wanted to enjoy the show.
He had no desire to see the Flame School benefit; the current situation was the greatest source of entertainment.
He had done his part, helped as well, and the duel was over.
The ones who gained the most were himself and Shirley Wiliam, who had earned much fame and demonstrated their power.
Niubao and Priestess Rebecca supported Samimi as she stepped down from the arena.
The magic apprentices below all made way for them, showing respect to the defeated holy practitioners.
Seeing this, Orange Lion realized things couldn’t continue like this, or the Flame School’s reputation would only get worse.
She looked at the despondent Bemore and conceived a cruel plan.
Bemore’s heart felt like it was being cut to pieces as she watched the backs of Samimi and the others fade away, completely crushed with no idea that even harsher ordeals awaited her.
She didn’t know if what she was about to do was right.
But she would soon find out whether she had made the right choice.
“Stop!”
Bemore hadn’t come to her senses when suddenly a heavy slap landed across her face.
Caught off guard, the White-haired Witch fell to the ground, the sharp pain pulling her back from her heartbreak into reality, replaced by shock and confusion.
“What are you doing? What’s going on in your head? You don’t really think that such despicable and shameless behavior will help you return to the Flame School, do you? You’re only bringing shame to the Flame School!” Orange Lion towered over Bemore, pointing at her and shouting furiously.
“…” Bemore understood immediately. She clenched her teeth but said nothing in reply.
“A traitor is a traitor! They’ll betray others their entire life!” Orange Lion continued to curse.
For the reputation of the Flame School, the Council President abandoned her, severed all ties, publicly condemned her, and with her own magical prowess, tried to salvage the honor of the Flame Apprentice Grand Castle.
To Orange Lion, Bemore was nothing more than a tool that could be discarded at any time.
What’s a school secretary? It was all a lie, just empty promises.
“…” Bemore lay motionless on the ground like a cold corpse, utterly broken this time.
There is nothing more clownish in this world than this moment.
And it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, as she thought of Priestess Rebecca.
The last time Red Lion got beaten, the blame was directly thrown onto Rebecca, who had immediately protected her.
Why had she trusted those two schemers in the first place?
Had she really been a mole for them?
I truly am the biggest fool in the world!
But since the Priestess had been rescued and nursed back to health by Samimi, could she still follow them back?
Could her betrayal be forgiven?
Bemore thought too much.
From start to finish, the trio from the School of Healing didn’t look back once and didn’t care whether she lived or died.
As their figures faded into the distance, the White-haired Witch’s last shred of hope disappeared.
No one would come to save her.
No one cared for her.
She had betrayed those who truly cared about her.
From now on, she was a bona fide witch.
“Guards! Take her away and lock her in the dungeons of our castle for one month. Let her seriously reflect on how foolish her crimes were and how much damage she has done to the reputation of the Flame School!” Orange Lion waved her hand, pronouncing the final punishment on the witch with righteous indignation.
Soon, several senior Flame Mages roughly hauled Bemore up and quickly escorted her away, back to the Flame Apprentice Grand Castle to be imprisoned.
Bemore did not struggle or move, dragged away like a lifeless corpse.
“Serves her right,” Priestess Rebecca muttered quietly as she looked back at Bemore’s final fate, cursing in anger.
Samimi’s expression was calm and not at all pained.
This was the best result she could hope for.
Haritid and Shirley Wiliam’s fighting strength had truly exceeded expectations.
If it had been only one of them, she might have been able to barely hold her own, but facing two ruthless genius magicians, even a transmigrator like herself could only strategically retreat.
She was not defeated; she was betrayed by villains. Her pride remained intact.