Seeing that no one recognized her, Samimi quietly took off the sinner’s lace eye patch and put it back in her pocket, looking a little embarrassed. ‘So much for it not being an accessory…’
“[Gemini Goddess Domain].”
To ease the awkwardness, Samimi went all out right from the start. She slammed her runic staff into the ground, and a sinister, deep red magic circle immediately outlined itself on the floor.
The statues of the twin goddesses, embracing with a single wing each, slowly rose. Previously, they always rose crooked and unsteady, but now they stood perfectly upright at a flawless angle.
This was a testament to Samimi’s power. Compared to the first time she activated her domain on the mansion roof to deal with the Lion King, she had clearly improved and refined it significantly.
“Clown Bemore, you’re not the only one improving in this world,” Samimi said with a laugh.
“Hmph, I never thought I was,” Bemore snorted.
“Still being stubborn,” Samimi mocked.
Immediately, countless mana brambles erupted from the base of the twin goddess statues, shooting skyward like a colossal tidal wave, crashing down towards Bemore with an unstoppable momentum.
The adventurers were once again left dumbfounded.
Was this even human?
Could any random young female mage possess such world-destroying power?
The most terrifying part was that everyone couldn’t help but put themselves in her shoes—if they were standing on that stage, facing such a bramble tsunami, how could they possibly defend against it?
Once submerged, it would be torture akin to being sliced by a thousand blades. The thorns wouldn’t kill you instantly; they would slowly cut into your flesh like knives. Just thinking about it sent shivers down their spines.
And also—you’re clearly a pastoralist, so why is the magic you’re casting so evil?!
It was only at this moment that someone vaguely sensed something was off. But the magical atmosphere in the South was weak, and the adventurers couldn’t even conceive of the existence of something as rare as “dual magic talent.”
However, the old mage secretly maintaining the protective barrier in the arena had completely figured it out.
Earlier, he was sweating cold sweat; now, he was drenched in sweat as if he had just washed his hair.
These two girls, only sixteen or seventeen years old, had actually comprehended the highest realm for a mage—[Domain].
What were old fogies like them, in their seventies and eighties, supposed to do then?
Had the times changed? Were domain mages now as common as dirt?
On the other side, the White-haired Witch held her staff with both hands and fired hundreds, even thousands of dragon bombs diagonally upwards into the bramble tsunami, triggering a chain of explosions.
For a moment, she actually managed to tear through and shatter the bramble wave.
But immediately after, more brambles rapidly filled the gaps, continuing to roar and press down, their assault relentless, determined to engulf the enemy.
Bemore’s response was equally simple—
Unlimited dragon bombs, bombarding without cease until the enemy was blasted to pieces.
After activating their domains, the battle had regressed to its most primitive form—a stationary slugfest.
Ultimately, battles between mages were contests of foundation and raw power.
There were no shortcuts. One had to cultivate both basic and high-level techniques to their utmost limits and then layer on personal characteristics.
However, it had to be said that Samimi’s [Gemini Goddess Domain] was something even the old mage felt inferior to upon seeing it. Excluding monsters like the Holy Words Holy Maiden, she already possessed the strength to challenge older-generation mages beyond her level.
Because her briar magic possessed the characteristic of “eroding mana.” All attacks would be weakened before her, and magic shields would be gradually corroded and destroyed.
But even so—
Bemore could still fight her to a standstill.
The reason was simple.
Dragon bombs were the “specialized offensive technique” that countered briar magic.
Dragon bombs exploding inside the brambles could disintegrate their structure from within, causing massive damage. The denser the brambles, the stronger the explosive effect.
Samimi was forced to expend more time and mana on repairs, which also robbed her of her previous advantage of “overwhelmingly fast regeneration.”
In other words—
A delicate balance had been struck between both sides’ damage output and repair speed.
Thus, the battle had turned into the current deadlocked exchange of fire.
“Damn that clown Bemore… if I don’t go all out, I really can’t take her down,” Samimi muttered under her breath.
She secretly controlled a single bramble to extend into the contestant tunnel, retrieving from Niubao a small, worn-out waist pouch that was completely out of place with her pastoralist image.
“Then let me show you… true flames.”
Samimi took out the legendary magic tome from it, raised both hands, and chanted:
“[Ah! Sun, grant me your power!]“
In an instant, blazing solar flames spread wildly. All the brambles were imbued with sunfire, and the entire thorn jungle ignited, transforming into a forest of flames.
The scene was so spectacular it was breathtaking.
At this moment, the tide of battle completely reversed.
Bemore’s dragon bombs could no longer penetrate the brambles, because they would be prematurely detonated by the solar flames upon contact, their power drastically weakened, almost reduced to the level of a common fireball technique.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In mere seconds, the endless barrage of dragon bombs was pushed back. Overwhelming waves of solar flame brambles completely swallowed Bemore.
Compressed fire pillars and solar flame brambles collided violently.
Bemore desperately held on relying on her [Purgatory Cage], but under the dual suppression of numbers and intensity, the collapse of her defense was only a matter of time.
“Samimi! I won’t accept this! I refuse to concede!”
Bemore roared madly, fighting back desperately within the sea of fire, but it was already too late.
In the end—
She still lost.
“As a fire mage, if you can’t even surpass me in flames, what do you have left to fight me with?”
Samimi stood before the twin goddess statues, closed the magic tome, and spoke in a cold tone.
“From this moment on, you are no longer worthy of being my rival.”
Those words were more lethal than any magic.
Bemore felt only suffocation.
Samimi had already turned to leave.
Just as Bemore was about to be completely consumed—
A fierce gale howled in from the contestant tunnel.
Samimi’s footsteps halted.
She knew—that person had arrived.
And she wasn’t surprised by this.
Because in stories like these, the protagonist always makes their entrance to save the day after all their teammates have been wiped out.
That’s what makes it exciting, what makes it burn, what makes it cool.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The person had not yet arrived, but the sword aura came first.
Countless battle aura wind blades tore through space, slicing apart all the brambles surrounding Bemore, instantly breaking the siege.
Immediately after—
The Hero of the Gale, Serina, rode the wind, descending slowly from the air like a deity descending from the heavens.
She was clad in white, surrounded by swirling wind blades, her presence awe-inspiring.
No one knew when she had gotten up to the ceiling, but her entrance was absolutely perfect.
Even Samimi felt a hint of pressure.
‘So this is how the villain feels when the protagonist shows up.’
She could remain calm because she “knew the plot.”
But Selina was different.
One moment she was foolishly happy, thinking the battle was over; the next, seeing Serina make her entrance, she was scared stiff, trembling like a little quail.
A classic reaction for a villainess.
“You beat her last time, didn’t you? Why are you scared now?” Samimi couldn’t help but吐槽.