Upon hearing that name, Charlotte, who was hiding behind a rock, froze. Rosalind, who was hovering in midair, also froze.
Small ice cone spell? That was a basic spell taught to first-year students on their very first day at Sky Magic Academy.
In simple terms, it gathers moisture in the air and forms an ice shard the size of a finger to throw.
This kind of magic couldn’t even scratch the hide of a first-tier magical beast; at most, it could be used to add ice cubes to drinks in summer.
Using such a zero-tier spell to counter the Church of Holy Light’s super divine art?
“Annabell! At least take this seriously! Are you insulting me?” Rosalind was thoroughly enraged.
That morbid fanaticism was replaced by shame and anger. “Since you’re asking for death, then go to hell with your arrogance!”
Rosalind slammed both hands down.
Seven giant pure white light swords, like falling meteors, with a terrifying roar that tore through space, came crashing down from seven different directions toward Annabell!
Color!
Pierce!
Holy Light locked all escape routes around Annabell; there was no way to avoid it!
Facing this heaven-defying strike, Annabell didn’t even blink.
“Insulting you? No, I’m just stating a fact. A mage’s duel, in the end, is a battle of total mana capacity.”
The tiny cold gleam at Annabell’s fingertip suddenly erupted!
It didn’t grow bigger, didn’t transform into some earth-shattering giant ice dragon or a dozens-meter-long ice sword.
It was still just an ordinary-sized ice cone.
But the color of this ice cone was not transparent ice-blue; instead, it was a deep black, as if it could swallow all light.
This was because the mana had been compressed to the extreme, even the surrounding space was distorted by this intense cold mana.
“Go, little one.”
Annabell lightly flicked her finger.
That black ice cone turned into a thin line invisible to the naked eye and charged head-on into the foremost giant holy light sword.
What happened next would be unforgettable for Rosalind.
A soft sound.
The holy light sword, which was said to be able to sever all evil, suddenly had a layer of eerie black ice form on its surface upon contact with the black ice cone.
Then, the entire giant light sword shattered in midair like fragile glass, turning into countless ice shards!
“What?!” Rosalind’s pupils contracted.
But this wasn’t over!
In less than half a breath, Rosalind’s proud Sevenfold Holy Light Sword Formation was pierced through one after another by this inconspicuous “small ice cone.”
All seven light swords were destroyed!
“No… this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
Rosalind screamed in despair, her worldview shattered in that moment.
A first-tier spell had defeated a high-tier divine art? And through a purely frontal assault?!
But the ice cone gave her no time to think.
After piercing all seven light swords, the black ice cone still carried a terrifying residual force, hurtling straight toward Rosalind’s face.
An extremely cold aura rushed toward her.
Rosalind felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen; she didn’t even have time to think about raising a shield.
Just as the ice cone was about to pierce her forehead, “Scatter.”
Annabell’s calm voice came from below.
The black ice cone came to an abrupt stop just one centimeter from Rosalind’s forehead, then with a “bang,” it dissipated into primal ice mana.
However, even the residual frigid air from the ice cone’s dissipation slammed into Rosalind’s chest like a heavy hammer.
Rosalind spat out a large mouthful of blood, her body falling from midair like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard rocky ground of the valley, creating a huge crater.
Annabell still maintained her arms-crossed posture, standing still, not moving a single step.
Beside her, the staff remained quietly embedded in the soil.
And the once-arrogant second place on the Imperial Prodigy Ranking was now lying in the pit, covered in blood, without even the strength to get up.
“Sigh.”
Annabell sighed, pulled out her staff beside her, and casually brushed the dust off her robe.
“I told you I’d use the most basic magic, and you still couldn’t block it. Rosalind, you’ve disappointed me.”
This was the absolute suppression of the most evil and strongest Boss! There was no need for any flashy trump cards; as long as the mana was vast enough, even throwing a snowball could kill someone.
Get up. In the pit, Rosalind moved her fingers with difficulty.
Her internal organs were churning violently, and her mana circuits were frozen by that overbearing extreme cold mana, unable to mobilize even a trace of mana.
Defeated. Completely and utterly defeated. No excuses, no coincidences.
The other party hadn’t even used her staff, had just used one finger, a low-tier spell, and shattered her strongest trump card.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
Rosalind opened her eyes and saw those blue-and-red heterochromatic eyes looking down at her with full mockery.
Annabell walked to the edge of the pit and stopped.
She looked at the half-dead Rosalind, but in her mind, she was thinking solely about the drop rewards on the system panel.
To exploit the rewards, Annabell decided to push the villainess’s cruelty to the extreme.
“How unsightly, the lofty Saintess.”
Annabell taunted coldly, her voice devoid of any pity.
“I told you long ago, so-called absolute geniuses like you are nothing but jokes in my eyes. You can’t even block a casual strike from me, and you think you’re worthy of treating me as your rival?”
“The weak should have self-awareness. Trash like you doesn’t even deserve to die by my hand.”
After saying that, Annabell took out an extremely precious high-grade recovery potion from her storage ring.
She didn’t hand it to Rosalind; instead, like tossing a scrap to a stray dog, she casually threw it, hitting Rosalind precisely in the face.
The potion bottle landed beside Rosalind’s cheek, red liquid splashing all over her face.
“Take this potion and get out of my sight. Don’t bother me again, small fry.”
Leaving this icy remark, Annabell turned and left, not even bothering to look at her again.
Her back was proud and cold, perfectly fitting the demeanor of a villainess young lady.
As she walked, she frantically called out to the system in her mind.
‘System! Hurry! Give me the hatred value chest settlement! This wave of humiliation should definitely yield a dark gold grade chest!’
However, the system prompt didn’t sound for a long time.
Annabell opened the system panel in confusion, and the moment she saw it, she froze as if struck by lightning.
[Saintess of Church of Holy Light, Rosalind: Current affection level—Bosom Friend, and it’s still skyrocketing?!]
“Ha?!!”
Annabell almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
‘Are you insane?! I beat you half to death, even threw a potion at your face and called you trash—how can your affection level still skyrocket to Bosom Friend?!’
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