If the opponent is too weak or too pathetic, winning brings no sense of accomplishment.
Only by crushing a disgustingly powerful, nearly invincible opponent underfoot can one truly feel excitement.
Moreover, Bemore shared the same profession, a similar personality, a comparable appearance, and the same artistic style as herself—truly a worthy rival.
However, a mere Clown King dares to face me, Samimi? You’re ten thousand years too early!
At this point, she had nothing left to hide.
“Is that a Mage?”
“No, what ordinary Mage has power like that?”
“Just who is that girl?!”
“She’s so strong! Is she even human?”
“It’s like the Mage God is possessing her!”
“She could blow us all to pieces! How terrifying!”
The adventurers from the South watched Bemore’s Full Burst, each one stunned. They had never seen such a terrifying magic ritual, nor such a shockingly destructive attack.
They didn’t even realize—if it weren’t for the old Mage from the Association constructing magical defenses, they would have been blasted away long ago.
But to them, their lives weren’t important; watching the spectacle was.
However, this time, it really couldn’t be blamed on them for making a fuss. Even Mages rarely saw magic on this scale.
Up until now, the strongest, largest in scope, and most visually spectacular magic they had seen was probably the Dark Moon Mage Alisa’s Dark Moon Domain. Then there was the Lion King’s “Lion Pack Light Cannon,” and the Golden Sword Saintess’s thirty-meter greatsword.
Ordinary Mages didn’t have Domains and didn’t cultivate those high-level rituals, instead specializing in efficient basic magic. Even the Fireball Technique was just conventional magic.
Even the Dragon Bomb Bemore used was, in essence, just a modified basic spell.
Truly advanced magic was actually the kind of laughable yet terrifying Universal Magic that Samimi used—Magic upon Magic.
“Is Selina still alive?” Samimi called out loudly, brushing aside the smoke and dust.
Selina had immediately fallen back to defense, returning to her side. She was always the most tactically aware person on the team.
“The best opportunity is gone; you can’t fight her head-on. Even with a legendary weapon, you can’t withstand her attacks,” Samimi reminded her.
“I was almost roasted just now… What kind of power is this? Who is she?” Selina asked.
“She’s a member of the Royal City Hero Party—the White-haired Witch. Haven’t you heard of her?” Samimi laughed.
“The Royal City Heroes were defeated by us, so how is her teammate even stronger?” Selina was puzzled.
“The Hero isn’t necessarily the strongest,” Samimi said lightly.
“I feel like you’re making a veiled criticism,” Selina gave her a sidelong glance.
Right then, the sharp shriek of Dragon Bombs tearing through the air sounded once more.
Samimi immediately summoned her highest-grade defense—Wall of Thorns—but it only barely managed to block Bemore’s successive bombardments.
She had to continuously increase her magical power output to maintain the defense. Even Samimi, with her “large cup” mana capacity, felt immense pressure now.
And Bemore only needed to point her twin staves forward. With the Domain’s enhancement, seamless incantation, and compressed ritual acceleration, she could theoretically fire Dragon Bombs infinitely.
In simple terms—
She was originally just a “dual-pistol girl,” relying on skill with two revolvers; now she had directly switched to a “Gatling gun,” crushing everything with firepower.
If this continued, Samimi’s Wall of Thorns would be completely shattered before her mana was even depleted.
The power balance between the two sides was no longer equal.
“How about it? My enhanced Dragon Bombs, feeling good?” Bemore laughed heartily. “Do you still plan to keep hiding your strength? Hiding your identity?”
Actually, from their very first meeting, the White-haired Witch and the Hero of the Storm had already known Samimi’s true identity, but they had never exposed it.
They could have easily shouted—Shalum is Archbishop Samimi!—forcing her to be exposed on the spot and retreat in disgrace.
But they didn’t do that.
The Hero of the Gale might have done it out of integrity, but Bemore—absolutely not.
Her goal was simple: to force Samimi to reveal her true form with her own hands.
“Only the weak rely on words. We, the strong, speak with strength.”
“Aren’t you going to activate your Domain? Do you think this defense can withstand my Purgatory Cage? Don’t disappoint me.”
Bemore’s fighting spirit was boiling over.
Samimi clicked her tongue, her brow twitching slightly.
Indeed, there weren’t many people in this world who could truly anger her.
But now—she was being pushed into a corner.
Add to that old and new grudges: betrayal, assassination, long-range sniping… All these grievances were to be settled on Bemore’s head.
The next move would completely expose her true identity.
Since that’s the case—
“Then I won’t pretend anymore. Acting for so long has been quite tiring.”
In that moment, the gentle, cute Priest Girl vanished instantly.
Replacing her were icy, sharp eyes and a thick, murderous intent, as if she had become a different person.
Samimi reached into the chest pocket of her priestly robes and pulled out a folded piece of black lace cloth.
“What are you doing?” Selina asked, completely confused.
“It’s coming… I can feel it. You’re back.” Bemore, however, revealed an excited smile, not even attempting to interrupt.
In the entire arena, only she understood what Samimi was doing.
This feeling—it was too wonderful.
In the whole world, only I understand you, and you understand me best.
‘You’re dead, clown Bemore.’
Samimi paid no mind to Bemore’s internal drama. She held no extra emotions for her, only a pure desire to win.
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Scene Change
Inside the Third Guild camp.
The Hero Sword Saint, who had fought until she lost consciousness, had already been carried back by the medics.
However, the moment they returned to camp, Cresia woke up, making people suspect if she had been faking it earlier.
“Wait, carry me to that child’s room.”
The medics immediately complied.
Cresia re-tied her eye patch, returning to her ordinary state.
Now everyone understood—her blindfold wasn’t an accessory; it was a limiter.
Once removed, she would enter a state of full Battle Aura eruption, rapidly consuming her stamina and Qi.
Her ability was named Quan Yan.
By artificially rendering her eyes half-blind, she entered a perceptual world of “white mist,” allowing her to sense “Qi” and gain perception abilities surpassing normal sight.
Most people in the Third Guild actually didn’t hold high hopes for the Hero of the Storm.
But Cresia had made an exception to protect them.
The reason was simple—
In her “Qi Vision,” the Hero of the Storm was completely different from others.
It was an immense, overflowing mass of Battle Aura, almost filling the entire room.
This was the first time she had seen someone, on the level of “Qi,” who could rival herself.
Moreover, the other party was younger and had greater potential.
But now, that overflowing Qi had completely receded.
This meant—she had learned to control her power.
Like a sword with its edge sheathed.
“Stop running away. Go to the Adventurers’ Guild Headquarters. Your friend… won’t last much longer,” Cresia said towards the door.
The next instant, a gust of wind swept by.
“Elder, thank you.”
The door swung open violently—but no one was there.
The Hero of the Storm had already left.
Only then did Cresia relax, lying back on the stretcher and letting out a long sigh.
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Scene Change
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Samimi had already placed the black lace eye patch over her eyes and, using reverse magical power to analyze the runes, firmly secured it in place.
But even so, the Southern adventurers still couldn’t recognize her true identity.
After all—they were “country bumpkins.”
“What’s the Priest doing? Copying the Sword Saint?”
“That’s weird…”
“Selina, don’t just stand there, attack!”
Everyone was talking, completely unable to understand what Shalum was doing, and even less able to connect her with the legendary Demon-Hunting Nun.
Add to that her usual daily claims of being a “believer of Lady Samimi,” and now imitating her attire seemed perfectly reasonable.
Her disguise had been too successful.
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