She was so fast that many people’s heads hadn’t even turned yet; their eyes were still fixed on the spot where Rosily had stood moments before.
The young girl who had been approached so closely reacted quickly upon sensing the intense threat. A Magic Barrier, activated for emergencies, spread out from her body.
However, the barrier did not push Rosily away; instead, the girl herself was propelled back five or six meters.
The barrier looked like a soap bubble, emitting a layer of orange light under the slightly dim afternoon sun, with a layer of potent Magic Power glowing upon it.
Non-system Magic!
The surrounding onlookers widened their eyes at the sight. After all, this was not common elemental Magic.
In the world of Magic, aside from the most widely spread elemental system, there were many other systems, and even independent Non-system Magic. However, Magic had been passed down through master-disciple lineages since ancient times, and very few Magic Users were willing to share their knowledge. Consequently, such Non-system Magic was incredibly rare in the modern era.
“Heh…”
Rosily gave a faint smile. She had intentionally let the girl go.
While releasing the girl, the Authority of Essence and Sword Qi in Rosily’s hands did not diminish as she struck directly at the person beside her.
Now that the girl had reacted, the other three naturally regained their senses as well. They either dodged or launched counterattacks. However, their attack speeds were far slower than Rosily’s.
In an instant, Rosily’s fist, wrapped in Sword Qi, slammed heavily into the stomach of the yellow-haired Punk Guy. The powerful Sword Qi instantly shattered his Mana Protection and tore into his body.
Fortunately, he wasn’t too weak; Rosily’s punch didn’t explode his core, as he managed to offer a shred of resistance.
The Punk Guy finally blocked the fierce strike three centimeters before the Sword Qi could invade his Magic Core. However, the impact still caused his core to surge violently, causing the Magic Power throughout his body to stagnate.
He was sent flying backward and was caught by another companion who had retreated. Both of their faces were now slightly pale.
The other girl was a Nun from the Moonlight City Church. Rosily’s left hand directly grabbed her delicate cheek and lifted her up, her feet leaving the ground.
“Mmph, I…”
The Nun frowned bitterly. ‘I just followed them to get a free meal. I didn’t expect to get beaten up. If I had known, I wouldn’t have come!’
Rosily narrowed her eyes, her orange-red pupils glancing at the Nun she was holding by the face. After a moment of hesitation, she set her down gently.
Once the Nun’s feet touched the ground, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Rosily didn’t seem intended to punch her in the stomach.
Rosily’s gaze moved from the Nun’s face to her shoulder, then past her to target the Magic User girl who had retreated a certain distance and was currently chanting Magic in a low voice.
Rosily slowly raised her hand and made a silencing gesture toward her.
The Magic User girl froze. The Ancient Language about to spill from her throat suddenly became stuck. She felt a slight sting on her neck and the sensation of liquid flowing over her skin. She reached up to touch it, and her hand came away stained with bright red blood.
The barrier constructed of Authority began to crack along a horizontal line in the middle, finally shattering like glass into tiny, crystalline fragments.
The Magic Barrier had been destroyed almost as soon as it appeared.
But that wasn’t all Rosily had done. After the Sword Qi swept past the Magic User girl, it actually bloomed like a flower.
The girl’s originally bright and beautiful dress was no match for Rosily’s Sword Qi. It was carved with cut after cut, yet the girl’s skin remained untouched. The execution was incredibly precise.
After everything happened, the girl looked down at her tattered clothes, her face flushing red then turning pale.
If Rosily had wanted to kill her, she could have done so the moment she approached. She had simply chosen not to.
Realizing the massive gap in their power, the girl’s legs went weak, and she slumped to the ground, her slender, fragile body trembling slightly.
“Whoa?!”
The fight had started so abruptly that the onlookers hadn’t even had time to move out of the way. Now that it had reached its end, they stood frozen in place. Having watched everything unfold within a few breaths, they one by one began to express their amazement.
They were marveling at Rosily’s miraculous clothes-shredding technique. Where on earth did she learn that? They wanted to learn it too!
“Sword Qi… so that’s Sword Qi?!”
“As expected of the strongest in our Crimson Academy! As long as Lady Rosily takes action, everything will be fine!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Wait… how will we count the money if we win now?”
Originally, everyone had been trying to bask in her glory, but then they realized that since Rosily had exposed her strength, how were they supposed to place bets? Would the group from Moonview City even want to gamble now? If they didn’t, the onlookers wouldn’t be able to win their money back.
Pangzi’s original plan had been to use the situation to force Rosily to act, but he hadn’t expected her to be so decisive. She had simply stepped up and beaten the group on the spot!
But this meant the other party would definitely not want to continue betting. That was absolutely not okay.
Pangzi immediately became anxious. His eyes narrowed within his fatty face as he glared at the Punk Guy who was being supported by another. “Hey! Don’t you have one more person? Quick, call them over to have a match with our Lady Rosily!”
The Punk Guy’s face was deathly pale. Leaning on his companion’s shoulder, he tried his best to calm the agitation within his Magic Core. After being berated by Pangzi, he frowned deeply and gritted his teeth, but he didn’t speak.
He looked toward Rosily. Seeing the girl who was exceptionally powerful despite her unique attire, a strong sense of curiosity rose within him.
When did a small place like Red Pine City start producing geniuses of this caliber?
Even in the several academies of Moonview City, with the level Rosily had just displayed, she would definitely have a place in the top ten. It was even possible for her to rank in the top five.
Rosily’s gaze moved from the Magic User girl, who had bowed her head and didn’t dare look at her, to the yellow-haired Punk Guy. Her eyes were indifferent as she spoke to them.
“Will you faint on your own, or do you want me to knock you out?”
The expressions on their faces shifted again.
Their strength wasn’t bad—at least stronger than the vast majority of people present—but that was only compared to the majority. If they faced Rosily, even in perfect condition, they likely wouldn’t last a single blow.
In terms of Magic Order, they were ahead, but they were far behind in terms of quality. The ultimate pursuit of any strong person, regardless of their Order, was to have higher quality than others of the same level.
From what Rosily had shown—being able to freely control the power created by a Battle Technique like Sword Qi at such a low Order… she was no longer an opponent of the same quality as them.
“No, we admit defeat…”
The Punk Guy looked at the Magic User girl slumped on the ground and the Cleric Nun who had silently retreated behind the crowd. He immediately backed down before Rosily.
In the Zephyr Empire, there was an ancient saying from the Ruins: ‘He who understands the times is a wise man!’
Rosily raised her head and gave a soft snort. Then, she turned to look at Pangzi and walked quickly toward him.
Pangzi smiled flatteringly and rubbed his hands together. To Rosily, he looked like a chubby fly buzzing around and making too much noise.
So, Rosily raised her foot and kicked Pangzi away like a ball.
She said coldly, “Hmph. As if you’re worthy of wasting my time.”
After she finished speaking, Rosily raised her hand and swept her middle finger across the crowd, only retracting it when it almost reached Elqi.
The Punk Guy was about to lead his group away when he happened to see a girl with pink hair standing behind the wall of people. His knees nearly buckled.
“Prin—”
He was about to address Susia publicly, but a fleeting glance from her scared him so much he swallowed the word back down.
As subordinates, they should never use their petty tricks to try and drive those of higher status.
As for Pangzi’s fate, it could only be said that Rosily was truly merciful.
If this had happened with someone else, Pangzi might have lost his life.
The Punk Guy knew the risks and decisively led his people away in disgrace.
Although he had been made to look pathetic by a single punch from a girl and had become a laughingstock in front of so many people, he knew it was because his skills were inferior.
Moreover, since Susia had been watching the whole time and they were only doing this to carry out Ishumir’s orders, there was no need for him to do anything extra now.
After Pangzi was hit and everyone was given the middle finger, they not only didn’t dare to breathe loudly, but some even felt a secret sense of relief after being flipped off.
As long as they weren’t the ones being beaten, it wasn’t a bad thing!
But even if the majority thought so, the crowd dispersed like startled birds. A few people dragged away the unconscious Pangzi.
The main road of The Academy, which had been crowded with people just a moment ago, was now empty, making the road feel unusually spacious.
Rosily glanced at Elqi, who was standing still, then turned to Estelle and asked with a smile, “How was that?”
“Mm.”
“…That’s it?”
“Mm.”
Estelle nodded calmly.
Rosily pouted.
She planned to go home and tell Enya that this cheap Sister of hers didn’t know how to talk.
If Mother were here, she would definitely praise her for being amazing, and Rosily would be much happier.
It would be best to have Mother praise her intensely right in front of Estelle…
‘I’ll get stronger to protect Mother.’ This had always been Rosily’s thought, and it would be the conviction she followed from now on.
She turned her head again to look at Susia and Lilith, who had been watching the show for a long time.
Naturally, her focus was on Susia.
This “Aunt” gave her a great sense of crisis in every aspect—not just the question of whether she could beat her, but also regarding the crisis of Mother’s and her own identities.
Rosily raised her head and said to Susia, “Do you want to fight for them?”
“Why do you think that…?”
The faint smile on Susia’s face grew deeper as she looked into Rosily’s eyes. “I have no interest in that. But I am quite interested in you.”