Chapter 9: Two Tricks Are Enough  

The live stream chat exploded, with comments flooding the screen.  

[It’s that magical girl from last time!]  

[Does anyone know her name?]  

[Old Liang, run!]  

[The villain appears!]  

[The most evil magical girl in history!]  

Liang Tai couldn’t see the chat yet; most of his attention was on the silver-haired girl.  

A small part was still on the demon.  

He didn’t know what possessed him to ram a car into a demon—pure insanity.  

Snapping back, he crawled under the car to hide.  

His legs were still shaky, trembling nonstop.  

From under the car, he kept controlling the drone to monitor the surroundings.  

Huanhong had climbed out, bloodstains on her body.  

But her gaze was resolute. She wiped blood from her mouth and looked at the silver-haired magical girl in the distance. 

She shouted, “Lei m zaa sau, keoi hai ngo ge!”  

?  

Yinlin shouted back, “I don’t understand! Speak Mandarin!”  

Huanhong pointed at the wary demon in the distance: “It’s my prey. Don’t interfere!”  

Yinlin nodded, starting to charge her ultimate move, but her target wasn’t the injured demon—it was something else.  

Huanhong, a magical girl with three years of experience, had her moves thoroughly analyzed by humans.  

She had a signature move she hadn’t used yet.  

Normally, she didn’t need it for low-level demons.  

Her red hair floated, her eyes glowed faintly red, and her body radiated visible light.  

She looked like a Saiyan powering up, though the glow wasn’t as intense.  

According to human experts, this was a technique that used magic to enhance her physical body. 

It explained why Huanhong rarely used magical skills—most of her magic went into boosting her physical strength, her primary magic consumption.  

Huanhong charged forward, moving so fast she cracked the concrete with each step.  

Seeing this, Yinlin suddenly remembered something.  

When Jinluan charged, there wasn’t this much commotion, and her speed was even faster.  

Jinluan didn’t rely on physical prowess for her incredible speed but some kind of magic.  

Yinlin watched Huanhong closely—her movements were full of raw power, each step making a loud impact.  

You could even see the air breaking around her.  

The demon didn’t flee, preparing to counter. It threw a standard right hook.  

In its berserk state, that hook wasn’t just about flattening humans—it could turn them to paste. Only a magical girl’s superhuman body could withstand it.  

Huanhong didn’t dodge, swinging her staff deliberately for a head-on clash.  

The result: her staff hit the demon’s side.  

The demon’s hook landed on Huanhong’s left cheek.  

Both rolled across the road for a dozen meters.  

The impact was staggering—enough to make you wonder if Huanhong was still alive. 

That punch was brutal.  

The demon, clearly injured, struggled a few times before standing.  

Huanhong looked rough—her face swollen, two teeth knocked out.  

She spat blood-mixed saliva.  

That hit was like a truck collision, yet she only lost two teeth.  

Huanhong was insanely durable.  

Breathing heavily, she stood, summoning her fallen staff back to her hand, ready for serious combat.  

Yinlin was getting busy too—she’d spotted the second demon.  

It was agile, climbing walls and leaping between buildings.  

The special task force held their fire, wary of hitting civilians, and chased it toward the battlefield.  

Yinlin kept charging, her magic circle only 30% formed, needing much more time.  

This level wasn’t ready to fire. 

For a cannon enthusiast, firing an incomplete shot was an insult.  

Her earlier 1% beam was a desperate move to save someone, and she was still upset about firing it so weak.  

The second demon, in its normal state, faced off with Yinlin.  

Perfect—she loved opponents who stalled.  

Yinlin faked a few attacks, scaring it.  

It was visibly cautious.  

Why? 

To special creatures, Yinlin was a walking gas tank, ready to explode at any moment.  

Her magic wasn’t restrained, fully radiating, clear for all to see.  

The sheer volume of her gathered magic was overwhelming.  

The second demon finally attacked, using basic punches and kicks.  

As long as it didn’t go berserk, she was fine.  

Yinlin stood her ground, unfazed, as a kick knocked her off the car. 

She rolled a dozen times, looking pitiful.  

In reality, she lost a few hairs—nothing else.  

The demon leaped high, aiming a diving kick at her head, blocked by her shield.  

The shield and her upper body were pressed into the concrete, like Fire Cloud Evil God smashing Zhou Xingxing.  

“Holy crab, brothers, this new magical girl’s like a little sister!” Liang Tai commentated.  

By “little sister,” he meant delicate, fragile, easily toppled.  

“Thanks for the plane, boss! Thanks for the SC!” Liang Tai read the paid messages on his phone. “Host, punch the demon, and I’ll donate 100 bucks, no cap!”  

“Me?” Liang Tai pointed at himself. “Punch a demon? Are you joking?”  

He maneuvered the drone for a close-up of Yinlin, noticing something odd.  

She was still holding her staff, charging, with the magic circle forming.  

She looked calm, even flashing a V-sign with her left hand at the drone.  

Did she look like someone in trouble?  

The demon grabbed Yinlin—or rather, her shield’s shell—trying to tear it but failing.  

It slammed her into the ground, cracking the concrete.  

Yinlin was fine, just looking disheveled and undignified.  

The demon roared, not a call for allies but a constipated bellow.  

Then, it changed—its aura surged, muscles bulging.  

Like the first demon, it went berserk.  

The next minute was both complex and simple.  

The demon grabbed Yinlin, unleashing a combo: Deliberate Heavy Punch, Jaw-Dropping Strike, True Word: Ming Wang, True Word: Salvation, and Ancient Dagger Slaughter.  

A minute-long beatdown.  

It lifted her into the sky, slamming her back to the ground.  

Yinlin flashed another V-sign at the drone, stunning the audience.  

Two seconds later, she hit the ground, creating a small crater and cracking the concrete.  

Her shield finally showed cracks.  

She stood, brushed off her clothes, fixed her messy hair.  

Then, she raised a fresh, flawless shield.  

Seeing the pristine new shield, even the demon was exhausted, standing at a distance, panting heavily.