This battle perfectly demonstrated the crucial importance of teamwork and role coordination.
The Flame School, with its haphazardly assembled team, was soundly beaten by the perfectly coordinated Heretical Magicians and the School of Healing.
More than a hundred Flame Mages couldn’t defeat eight Heretical Magicians? Do they even know how to form a team? This will surely become the biggest joke in Magic History!
But if you look closely and analyze this battle in depth, it’s actually not the Flame Mages’ fault.
The two opposing teams were simply too professional, all possessing super abilities, with skills that interlocked perfectly. They had every advantage timing, terrain, and personnel and their defeat was well deserved.
In our Novel World, one hundred and twenty random Magic Users facing off against eight adorable young girls is simply impossible to win.
But the fight isn’t over yet; the real battle that will decide victory or defeat hasn’t even started.
Next up are the final enemies and the mysterious reinforcements she summoned. What came before was just a warm-up.
The four managed to reach the last staircase, where cool breezes wafted down.
“Up ahead is the rooftop,” Priestess Rebecca said.
“Orange Pawn, how can that woman keep her temper? Even when her brother was taken below, she didn’t intervene,” Samimi sharply commented.
“The rooftop is an open space where Mages can unleash their full power,” Bemore calmly analyzed. “From now on, we must cooperate if we want to defeat them.”
“Cooperate? Hearing that from you is really laughable,” Rebecca sneered.
“If I had to silence your mouth for the sake of unity, let’s just not talk for now,” Samimi replied.
“Milady Samimi, aren’t you being too lenient on the Traitor?” Rebecca questioned.
“You still doubt my loyalty?” Samimi was speechless.
“Of course not,” Rebecca teased, clearly displeased that Samimi had been so kind to Bemore for so long.
“I said we’ll settle our grudges after the battle. For now, we’re teammates. Wait until we win before reviewing this. If we lose, we’ll all have to jump off the building together,” Samimi said, lightly tapping Rebecca’s forehead.
Rebecca felt oddly relieved after being hit, only when Milady Samimi hits her does she feel better. It’s a loving strike, and finally, no more whining.
Their pre-battle chat ended, and the Witch Team’s four members finally dared to step onto the stairs, pushing open half of the rooftop’s door to enter the Big City Castle of the Fire School’s rooftop.
The rooftop was vast and empty. The Dark Moon Domain above had been lifted, restoring the originally clear sky stretching endlessly.
Across the rooftop, two figures had been waiting for some time. The enemy had no intention of hiding, nor of launching an underhanded sneak attack.
That didn’t seem like Orange Lion’s style. If she were in charge, we’d probably have already been ambushed.
It could only mean that the figure beside her wasn’t someone who liked to make petty moves.
But Samimi actually hoped he would pull some tricks, because only amateurs resorted to that. True experts never relied on dirty tactics.
“As expected, it’s him the Pawn King, Andy,” Bemore’s expression darkened.
“Pawn King, Andy?” Samimi rubbed her head. That sounds like a Chinese name?
Everyone stepped forward a few paces, finally revealing the Lion King’s true identity.
He was a tall man, nearly two meters in height, dressed in an oversized red mage robe. Golden long hair flowed in the wind, with a crimson mark on his forehead. His golden heterochromatic eyes were as sharp as swords, arms crossed with brows furrowed not angry, but radiating natural authority.
He was about twenty years old, very young, but clearly older than these sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls.
Wow! Just his presence alone made Samimi freeze!
This look alone would make him a top-tier Demon King-level powerhouse in our kind of fantasy novels.
Next to him stood Orange Pawn, grinning like a sly little kitten. Judging by that smug expression, it was clear how confident she was in her “Golden Lion King.”
The arrow was on the string—there was no turning back!
The Witch Team’s four members had no choice but to grit their teeth and advance to face this seemingly unbeatable enemy.
They stopped about twenty meters away, lined up side by side.
The Lion King Andy glanced coldly over them, lowering his crossed arms. A simple look brought with it endless pressure, but he said nothing.
“You really dared to do this! You really showed up!” Orange Pawn was the first to angrily shout.
But before she could curse more, Pawn King Andy raised a hand and grabbed the crown of her head with five long fingers like lion claws, exerting just enough strength to feel like he could crush her skull.
Is this physique really a Mage’s? Might as well switch to being a fighter!
Orange Lion immediately fell silent, her whole body stiff and upright. This time, she truly became a kitten with its neck caught.
“You’ve caused so much trouble. I don’t want to hear a word from you right now,” Lion King Andy said coldly.
Orange Pawn didn’t dare speak but her eyes gleamed brightly as she nodded abruptly.
“Rare to see so many magicians in strange attire at the Continental Magic Academy,” Pawn King Andy finally released his grip and continued staring at the four odd genius girls in front of him.
“Hand over that reckless lion next to you so we can settle scores. Once that’s done, we leave immediately,” Samimi said.
“I can’t agree to that. No matter how much of a bastard she is, she’s still the helm of the Flame School, the face of the Flame School. I won’t hand her over easily,” Lion King Andy replied.
“Then what do you suggest?” Samimi asked.
“There’s only one way to solve this,” Lion King Andy smiled wildly and shook his shoulders, shedding the fiery pauldrons.
A surging blaze of fire elemental energy exploded from him, burning away the fire armor.
“Don’t intervene, watch from the sidelines. Do not disturb my fight,” Pawn King Andy coldly scolded Orange Lion.
Orange Lion nodded again, retreating willingly.
But she knew the Lion King didn’t really care about the Flame School. He didn’t come back to protect any faction’s honor.
Pawn King Andy’s personality was somewhat like Shirley John’s, but even more arrogant.
This was his last battle as a Magic Apprentice. After this, he would become a Tutor, no longer suited to meddle in apprentices’ grudges.
That’s why apprentices and factions have been tearing the place apart—no Tutor would interfere in their internal strife.
The old Mages strictly forbade meddling in apprentice affairs unless there was a real risk of death.
This wasn’t some wild rule based purely on conscience like “Mages must not sneak attack other Mages,” but a clear statute of the Continental Magic Academy.
He returned because he heard the Academy had another genius Mage emerging!
“Geniuses mustn’t be arrogant or cause trouble. Settle your temper and study magic carefully. Beware of Heavenly Retribution.”
Because the thing I love most in life is teaching geniuses a lesson.
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