“……”
Bemore was caught off guard by her invitation.
But if she refused the invitation in front of everyone, wouldn’t that expose her identity as an undercover?
In the end, Bemore took Samimi’s hand and stepped onto the arena.
She didn’t even realize that she was no longer so averse to physical contact with Miworm.
“It’s getting late, let’s begin.” Samimi smiled.
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire White Brick Arena was filled with a mist of frost, and the temperature dropped rapidly.
All the Niubao below shivered from the cold, and even the watching Magic Apprentices wrapped their cloaks tighter for warmth.
The two Frost Mage Senior Sisters had only released a bit of mana, yet even before making a move, they caused environmental damage—clearly, these opponents were no ordinary ones.
“Ka-ka! Ka-ka! Ka-ka!”
Suddenly, the frost mist began to crazily condense, transforming into blocks of ice that instantly enveloped the two Frost Mage Senior Sisters.
It was like a fortress, and not just any fortress—it provided 360-degree protection, quite different from Samimi’s Wall of Thorns, which could only block the front.
“This is the Frost Magician’s ultimate defensive technique, [Frost Fortress].” Bemore explained from the side, offering a sharp comment.
But to put it bluntly, these two senior sisters’ Frost Fortress was also a Magic Shield; only the special effects had changed.
The Magic Shield of a Frost Magician was top quality—completely different from the flimsy Flame Shield of a Fire Mage. It was rock solid.
Frost Element was well-suited for mana solidification, making it first-class for defense.
Perhaps only the defensive magic of a Mountain Mage could compare with that of a Frost Magician. (By the way, the so-called “mountain” refers to Earth Element.)
At the same time, Frost Magic was also extremely powerful offensively—a truly perfect natural element, with no significant weaknesses, virtually flawless.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Soon, icicles began to form on top of the Frost Fortress, taking shape as ice arrows aimed at Samimi and Bemore.
“So that’s it—one handles defense, the other attacks. Looks like they’ve practiced spell coordination. Not bad.” Samimi was in no hurry, her hands behind her back as she commented.
She could tell these two Frost Senior Sisters had a clear division of labor: one specialized in Magic Shield, activating the powerful Frost Fortress; the other focused on forming a hundred ice arrows, responsible for launching a ferocious magical assault.
This wasn’t just a Frost Fortress—it was a full-on firepower machine gun bunker.
“Bemore-senpai, I’ve already stolen their strategy. I’ll handle defense, and you go wild with your attacks from behind the [Wall of Thorns].”
Although Samimi stood motionless, her Magic Shield appeared in a flash.
A magic wall entwined with thorns sprang up instantly, blocking herself and Bemore.
“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack-thwack!”
Even so, her Wall of Thorns barely managed to block the incoming volley of ice arrows. The air was filled with the terrifying sound of arrows striking the wall.
But on closer inspection, every ice arrow that hit the Wall of Thorns was caught by the magical thorns, barely causing any damage.
Moreover, the magical thorns on the wall could further corrode the ice arrows, reducing the damage even more.
“How could this be?” The Frost Senior Sister in charge of the ice arrow attack immediately sensed trouble, her cold expression suddenly changing, becoming extremely grim.
“What’s wrong?” asked the other Frost Senior Sister, the one maintaining the Magic Fortress.
Instead of answering, she closed her eyes to concentrate, increased her mana output, and summoned a second, even larger wave of ice arrows, launching a second barrage directly at the Wall of Thorns.
Frost mist filled the air, and soon the Nun of Atonement’s Wall of Thorns was bristling with ice arrows, almost obscuring the wall itself.
But still, they couldn’t break through the Nun of Atonement’s Magic Shield. They hadn’t even drained much of its mana—if anything, their own mana was being depleted faster.
“My ice arrows are being devoured by her magic… No, it’s [Magic Corrosion]. Normally, when a magic attack hits a Magic Shield, there’s a cancellation effect—the spell’s power is reduced by fifty percent. But hitting her Magic Shield, it gets corroded as well. My attack is only at twenty percent of its original power.”
“Corrosion? Is this the special effect of the Nun’s Briar Magic? Looks like it’s a defensive heretic talent.”
This was awkward. Now they had set up a Frost Fortress, and the other side had put up a wall of thorns.
Everyone was just staring at each other—turtle shell against turtle shell.
But this was the reality of most mage duels!
Both sides put up shields and then exchange spells, seeing who cracks first.
Of course, this situation was a bit special—both Magic Shields were quite sturdy, while the attack spells were a bit weak. It really was turtle vs turtle.
However, the Nun of Atonement had yet to launch an attack, so technically, the Frost Mage Senior Sisters had already lost a round.
“[Clear Mind Technique.]”
“[Mind Like Still Water.]”
“[Chant Acceleration.]”
“[Concentration.]”
With the rapid, murmured chanting echoing from behind the Wall of Thorns, the entire audience knew that the real duel was about to begin.
These were the Witch’s exclusive buffs—they seemed simple, but were actually meant to help her adjust her mind and body.
Because Bemore’s stats were already strong enough, she didn’t need attribute buffs; what she lacked was mental stability.
“Whew~” Bemore once again enjoyed Miworm’s buffs, straightening her back in comfort.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, she felt relaxed and clear-minded, involuntarily letting out a breath.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions—truly, only what is lost becomes the best.
The Magic Apprentices were increasingly impressed by the Nun of Atonement’s extraordinary abilities. First was her casting speed and spell-linking speed, both astonishingly fast.
Experts could recognize each other—several spells could be cast in just a few seconds. That was terrifying, as if she and magic had become one, casting spells with just a thought.
But in fact, for Samimi, it really was casting spells with just a thought.
For her, using magic was like playing a game—just click the skills with a mouse.
However, for people of this world, casting magic was more like playing a fighting game—it required complex inputs. Only a Grandmaster could perform seamless, rapid combos; Magic Apprentices could never cast that smoothly.
“Careful.” “Here it comes.”
The two Frost Senior Sisters knew that the next move would decide the match.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A pitch-black short staff poked out from the side of the Wall of Thorns, instantly firing dozens of small fireballs.
“Here it comes!”
The Frost Senior Sister waved her magic staff, immediately launching a third wave of ice arrows in retaliation.
Dense ice arrows and clusters of small fireballs collided in midair, creating a truly spectacular scene.
But the outcome was decided in a flash—the small fireballs shot down all the ice arrows, and then, like a rainstorm, continued bombarding the Frost Fortress.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
And for some reason, those seemingly weak little fireballs left the Frost Fortress pitted and battered.
“Why are those little fireballs so powerful?”
“Eh? That’s right!”
“Something’s wrong!”
“Strange!”
The surrounding Magic Apprentices were all puzzled, and couldn’t help but look toward the faintly present white-haired girl magician.
Where did this heretic Fire Mage suddenly come from?
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