“[Crown of Thorn King].”
“[Entangled by Thorns].”
“[Holy Rose Fantasy Sword – Enchantment].”
“[Wind Resistance Enhancement].”
“[Knight Exclusive Defense Amplification – Combined Spell].”
Samimi softly chanted the incantation, quickly enhancing Niubao into a super semi-dark swordsman.
At this moment, even Samimi felt the pressure of magical energy consumption.
Amplifying two teammates wasn’t a big deal for her; in the past, she could enhance four teammates at once.
The auxiliary spells were not the main drain on her mana.
The biggest mana consumption came from the dual Magic Shields and the Rose Enchantment—magic itself was the true energy hog.
“[Sustaining Magic].”
Fortunately, Priestess Rebecca waved her staff, activating her greatest role within the team: converting her healing power into magical energy and injecting it into Samimi’s body.
“We are a whole. Don’t fear what’s behind you. We have your backs. Fight with all you’ve got,” Samimi exhaled, her expression more serious than ever.
Following the nun’s command, Niubao immediately dashed out from behind the Wall of Thorns, charging straight at Shirley William.
“Xi! Kai! Kai! Qiang! Qiang! Kai! Kai! Qiang! Qiang!”
But the moment she stepped out from behind the Wall of Thorns, hundreds of razor-sharp wind blades swept over her.
It was like a mountain of meat-cutting knives slashing toward Niubao’s face.
Even with Niubao’s wild instincts, within that single second, she calculated she had no room to dodge.
These wind blades appeared chaotic, but in reality, they formed an inescapable killing net.
“Throat 1.”
Golden sword light flickered as Niubao fiercely drew her sword, cleaving through the wind blades with a wild flurry of slashes and axe strikes, forcing a path forward.
Still, her Thorn Entanglement Shield was scraped several times by the wind blades, and the Magic Shield rippled in waves.
“As expected of the green and white-haired one.”
Whether Niubao was afraid or not was unknown; what mattered was Samimi, who maintained the shield magic, was already sweating.
They had once held an eleven-win streak with Niubao, and no mage had been able to break through her Thorn Entanglement Shield.
But now, the opponent’s attacks were cutting through Niubao’s defense repeatedly.
The Thorn Entanglement wasn’t easy to break, but it required magical energy to maintain when under attack.
Even hiding behind the Wall of Thorns, Samimi was fully aware of the battle outside.
After all, she was someone who didn’t need to rely on her eyes.
She knew Shirley William only lightly raised her hand, and countless wind blades automatically formed.
The wind element seemed to fuse with her as if they were one.
Samimi understood this feeling well—it was just like her own thorn magic’s connection to her.
With a shift of thought, it naturally manifested.
This meant the green and white-haired senior had reached the same magical realm as herself, a fellow “book transmigrator.”
While other mages were still casting complex spells, they only needed a simple EQ combo to chain attacks automatically.
“But these wind blades are too weak to pose a real threat,” Samimi muttered.
“Ron! Ron!”
Before she finished, a horizontal tornado erupted in the middle of the arena.
A powerful gust slammed toward Niubao.
Even the daring Niubao felt fear at this rampaging storm, stepping back repeatedly.
This was not the kind of high-output magic that could be simply cleaved by an Enchanted Golden Sword.
However, the tornado carried a strong suction force that grabbed Niubao’s backside.
Her desperate running felt like stepping in place.
In the end, Niubao broke free from the enemy’s magical attack range, escaping the tornado’s pull, then threw herself to the ground, clutching the tiled floor.
Only someone with Niubao’s stamina could survive such an ordeal.
Anyone else would have been swallowed by the tornado.
“Heh!”
The rampaging wind storm struck the white-tiled arena, transforming into a lingering gale that even managed a secondary shockwave.
The magical barrier built by several grand instructors trembled with the impact.
The instructors had to reinforce it with extra mana to stabilize the magical formation.
Its power was immense.
“This…” Samimi broke into a cold sweat for the third time.
She couldn’t imagine if this rampaging wind storm hit her own Wall of Thorns—would it hold?
At the same time, Samimi realized Shirley William was holding back.
If she wanted to end this match, there were many more efficient combat methods rather than descending to trade blows with them.
Niubao fell silent but snatched up the Enchanted Golden Sword again, charging toward the figure covered by the storm.
Faced with the nun’s close-range assault, Shirley William didn’t need any fancy moves.
Her entire body exploded with the storm’s power, unleashing a simple “Magic Release.”
This was hardly magic—it was just a leak of magical energy.
Yet, it was enough to knock Niubao flying backward, making it difficult to approach.
This wind mage swept across the arena with every movement, as if a god incarnate.
All the magic apprentices present were dumbfounded and breathless.
Could this really be someone their age?
“Gao! Liu! Jiu! Jiu! Jiu! Shui!”
At this moment, six Dragon-Slaying Bombs flew out from extremely cunning angles, attacking Shirley William’s back.
Her Magic Release also functioned as a Magic Shield, slicing through the incoming bombs before they could hit.
This type of spell was called a Magic Shield, though it barely resembled a shield anymore.
Every mage’s shield was unique.
These Dragon-Slaying Bombs were capable of penetrating wind shields and exploding a second time inside.
If not for Shirley William’s vast wind shield, she might have been successfully ambushed.
The compressed flames exploded half a meter from Shirley William.
She could feel the heat singe her face.
No one’s magic had ever reached so close before.
“Miss Kang, your abilities intrigue me,” Shirley William slowly turned to look at the white-haired witch standing at the Wall of Thorns.
“I’m not a witch,” Bemore retorted.
“Kang is praising you. I used to be called a witch too, until I knocked them all down.
No one dared to call me that again,” Shirley William laughed heartily.
“But I know in their hearts, they still think of me as a witch.”
Bemore fell silent.
“Not only is she powerful, but she’s also eloquent—truly flawless,” Samimi whispered nearby.
She had considered using chat tactics to see if she could distract someone, but now it seemed Shirley William’s oratory skills were excellent, her insights vast, and her mindset resolute.
How to break this stalemate?
It seemed no brute force would work; she had to use her intelligence as a book transmigrator.
But Shirley William was a hidden character in Rose Fantasy Battle, with no information about her anywhere in the book.
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