“The Lion King Andy remained silent, unwilling to move or even listen.”
“You clearly have mastered the Flame Fist, yet you prefer to hide in the back like a turtle. If you could attack alongside your flame clone, you’d be unstoppable, invincible. But you stubbornly cling to the traditional mage style, hiding in the back like a coward—this is exactly why you fail,” Samimi taunted sharply.
“You! You…” Lion King Andy spat blood in anger.
But after a while, he had no words to retort because he realized there was some truth in what she said.
The reason the Nun of Atonement could defeat him was that she charged forward even faster than the Pastoralist Nun. The Pastoralist Nun was merely a feint to draw attention.
She even flew up herself and drew her sword to slay her own Fire Lion-Eagle. Is that something a sane mage would do?
Just as she said, his defeat was due to a lack of courage.
“Lesson learned… truly enlightening…”
After holding back for so long, Lion King Andy chose to accept it, no longer stubborn.
Seeing him concede, Samimi stopped mocking. After all, she didn’t harbor much hatred for this man—at worst, just some disdain.
So next, it was time to deal with those who actually had a grudge against her.
“Gen Jie! Your magic must be nearly drained by now, right?” Orange Clumsy emerged from the storage hut, holding her large Ruby Gem Staff. Lily’s flames sharpened her aim on Samimi as she let out a sly, triumphant laugh.
“Er Jiu still acts like a clown till the very end. Not bad,” Samimi said, watching the person with pleasure.
Because she showed no sign of mercy, she had no reason to hold back.
“My magic is nearly gone, but it’s enough to deal with you,” Samimi said.
“Nonsense! Die now, heretic mage! 【Art of the Fire Dragon】!” Orange Clumsy roared as she mercilessly spewed a fire dragon toward Samimi and Niubao, not even sparing the Lion King lying on the ground, burning everything.
Samimi’s magic was indeed almost depleted, and her body had reached its limit. Now she was relying solely on willpower and the healing of the Priestess Miss.
Almost all amplification spells had been dispelled; there was no magic left to sustain them. But she had left behind one special spell.
That was the Twin Goddess Statue.
Samimi hadn’t even activated her magic domain yet—she was saving it for Orange Clumsy.
“Lie yo! Lie! Sha! Lie lie!”
The Twin Goddess Statue erupted one final wave of magical thorns, infinitely extending straight into the fire dragon’s head.
The magical thorns were like parasites crawling inside the fire dragon, instantly dismantling it from within and exploding it.
“Ah? It hurts! My brain hurts!”
Orange Clumsy’s head throbbed in pain, feeling the backlash of magic.
But unlike everyone else, her will wasn’t as strong. One spell’s backlash was enough to make her cry and scream for her mother.
“Now you call that pain? The real torment is just beginning!” Samimi laughed loudly and wickedly.
The next moment, dozens of magical thorns shot out, binding Orange Clumsy’s hands and feet, suspending her in the air and pulling her closer.
“No! Senior Brother, save me!” Orange Clumsy screamed like a pig being slaughtered, a pitiful wail.
But the more she screamed, the happier everyone else became. Serves you right for stealing our dorm.
The magical thorns dragged Orange Clumsy back to the Twin Goddess Statue, tying her to the statue, hanging her in midair.
“Arrogant!” Samimi slung the Slaying Demon Sword over her back, retrieved the Runic Staff from the ground, gripping it tightly as she approached Orange Clumsy with a cold sneer.
“Shhh~” Priestess Rebecca beckoned with her Priest’s Rod to Samimi’s side, pulling out the ceremonial dagger at her waist, gesturing.
Only Niubao looked upright, but judging by the thorny Holy Hammer she carried, she was the most fearsome of all.
“What do you think you’re doing? Don’t go too far! No, no, no!” Orange Clumsy kept struggling and screaming.
“I’m going to smash your butt!” Samimi raised the Runic Staff and mercilessly whipped Orange Clumsy’s rear, suspending her as she beat her, making her howl in pain.
Niubao also came forward, punching her twice, turning her face swollen.
Priestess Rebecca wielded her ceremonial dagger, wanting to slash twice.
“Do you hate her that much? Drawing blood is excessive,” but Samimi hurriedly stopped her.
“Then put her down. I want to shave her head,” Rebecca nodded, then thought of a perfect way to retaliate.
“Fine,” Samimi silently agreed.
She controlled the magical thorns to lower Orange Clumsy down a bit.
Rebecca grabbed her hair and raised her ceremonial dagger, cutting off Orange Clumsy’s beautiful orange-red locks.
“No… my hair… nooo…”
The effect was immediate. Orange Clumsy stared at her scattered hair on the ground, her eyes filled with despair, shedding humiliating tears, emitting helpless cries.
Just now, when she and Niubao roughed her up, it wasn’t this bad. Truly, hair is a girl’s second life.
Finally, they placed her on the ground. Orange Clumsy curled up, hiding her face, trembling. No hair, face beaten to a mess—she was utterly ashamed.
“Get lost if you don’t want to die.” Samimi stomped on her again. “Remember our faces. Don’t ever show up before us again, or we’ll beat you every time. Now scram!”
“Crack!” Niubao crushed her Ruby Gem Staff underfoot on the spot.
Orange Clumsy scrambled away, crawling to the corner of the rooftop like a disgusting bug, her dignity completely shattered.
Samimi recalled how on the first day, this orange-haired woman had stolen her robe, and later how arrogantly she had barked at their dormitory.
Now the expert she’d brought had been beaten to vomiting blood, thoroughly stomped down with no hope of rising again. An unparalleled sense of satisfaction flooded her body.
She stretched out her hands, savoring everything—the joy of victory. It felt so good, as if even her depleted magic had recovered a little.
Yet…
This was only the appetizer. The main course was still to come.
“Ye Mo’er, it’s your turn.”
Samimi lowered her hand, slowly turning her head to calmly look at the small rooftop toilet.
“Our condition is very weak. Can’t we settle this another day?”
Bemore had long anticipated this moment but was still reluctant. She slowly got up.
“No postponing. Today is the day. Imperfection is the most perfect state,” Samimi flatly rejected any delay.
“What do you want to do?” Bemore leaned against the wall, her face cold, emotions taut.
“Just you and me. A fair one-on-one to settle our grudge,” Samimi said calmly.