“Ying! La! Peng! Peng!”
Bemore’s palms burned with flames. She spread her hands wide, snapping several red-hot iron branches in half. Pulling at the scattered white hair on the ground, she strode out from inside with a commanding presence.
This woman was practically ghostlike! And how was it that she seemed to have stepped straight out of a wuxia novel? Was that fiery palm technique for real?
But to be fair, the title White-haired Witch was originally borrowed from wuxia novels, so there was no problem there.
Now, Bemore was finally starting to live up to her name.
Moreover, the original version of Bemore didn’t possess this ability to elongate her hair or ignite flames from her palms.
From beginning to end, she was a traditionally stubborn mage mostly hiding behind the team, pouring out spell after spell, or controlling the Zombie Priests. She was more like a puppet master.
“Dragon Bombs fly but the caster’s unseen,” they said of Bemore. She was sly beyond measure.
But now…
Bemore stepped forward to the wall of thorns, facing her enemies head-on, sparks flying everywhere.
The Fire Mage seniors and senior sisters opposite her turned dark with shock, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
“Yoqi! Cut! Cut foundation!”
Bemore faced down the enemy’s fire breath without so much as raising a shield. She simply raised her hand and instantly unleashed several palm-centered Dragon Bombs.
Her Dragon Bombs snuffed out their fire like blowing out candles, suppressing the flames directly. Only then could she pierce through their spells, tearing open their egg-shell-like fire shields and shattering them.
“Ahhhhhh!”
“Help! Help!”
“My hair!”
Everyone’s faces were blasted by the shockwave of fire. Their faces were scorched red, dazed, and their hair and eyebrows completely burned off.
It wasn’t permanent disfigurement, but they wouldn’t be looking good anytime soon.
As the smoke cleared, Bemore’s enemies were blasted flying and collapsed beneath the wall, their staffs shattered, their waists bent, their minds overwhelmed by backlash—they were all instantly killed.
“Brutal,” Samimi praised with admiration.
She realized that, without even noticing, she had changed the original storyline of White-haired Witch Bemore. It seemed Bemore had taken on a completely different personality.
That made sense—after all, the neutral big villain Minotauros had turned into a cute little ox, so the other characters were bound to experience shifts in their storylines because of her actions.
“…After Bemore finished torturing her enemies, she turned and faced Samimi, glaring viciously.
The distance between them was close enough to either kiss or spit.
“What do you want?” The brave Rebecca squeezed between them and pushed Bemore aside.
But seeing Bemore’s ghostly, almost inhuman appearance, she was a bit frightened—what if Bemore randomly threw a Dragon Bomb? What would she do then?
“What kind of magic is this?” Samimi looked at Bemore’s flaming hands, flames that didn’t harm her and didn’t even singe her hair. It was truly strange.
But Samimi, as a mage, could understand everything. This was because Bemore’s [Control Fire Precision] had been vastly improved.
The flames were like her third hand, moving freely at will.
Her mastery of fire magic had basically broken through the ceiling—unstoppable by anyone—and entered a whole new realm.
Her state could be summed up in one word, and it was a new concept she had just learned: [Domain].
Bemore’s fire magic had already achieved [Chant Acceleration] and [Casting Link No Delay], entering an infinite casting domain. She had reached a magical realm comparable to Sherry William’s.
“You’ve grown stronger, witch,” Samimi sneered coldly.
“Where is Orange Clumsy?” Bemore’s flames extinguished from her hands as she asked.
“Wolfie said Orange Clumsy is on the rooftop,” Samimi replied suspiciously. “By the way, she’s the one who got us kicked out of the dorms. Wolfie, can you give her a paw for me?”
“Such a favor surely belongs to Lady Samimi first,” Wolfie deferred.
Both of them were hesitant now, not daring to make a move once they saw Bemore had gotten stronger.
But Priestess Rebecca dared!
“Yo!” She went up and slapped Bemore’s face, making it flush red.
“Alright, that’s enough. We still have business to take care of. Let’s talk later,” Samimi said, feigning concern but inwardly thrilled, feeling much better.
“Ha… Bemore got hit but didn’t fight back or even mock, instead smiling comfortably like a masochist who enjoys being hurt.”
“Enough chatter. Let’s go. Remember, our grudge isn’t over yet. We’re only cooperating temporarily. Once we take care of the Lion King, it’ll be your turn,” Samimi warned, repeating herself like an old hag.
“If I want to unleash my full combat power, I need to find my Black Staff first,” Bemore said more guardedly.
“Where is your staff?” Samimi saw the burning flame of vengeance in her eyes.
“It was confiscated. It should be in the [Testimonial Layer],” Bemore answered.
“Take us there,” Samimi nodded. The group set off, leaving the damp underground prison behind.
Meanwhile, as everyone chatted happily, Niubao was already fighting fiercely with the group of Fire Mages on the castle’s second floor, exchanging blows for over three hundred rounds.
“So fast!”
“Niubao, stop bumping into things!”
The beastly orc nun was a monster indoors; no matter how hard the Fire Mages tried, they couldn’t defeat her or even catch a glimpse of her movements.
Most Fire Mage apprentices could only see the flash of golden sword light as their flame shields were eroded by thorns and shattered.
Then, a heavy blow from an unknown direction would knock them into infant-like sleep, far from the battlefield.
Niubao was gradually displaying her dominance as a neutral big villain—her athleticism, reflexes, speed change ability, adaptability, and environmental awareness were unmatched.
She could even shatter the castle’s glass, climb outside the walls, then smash through another window with a single kick to ambush the Fire Mages.
One word could describe her: born to fight!
The villainous little torch had been bullied by the villainess, but now she had become a good little treasure.
Soon, the group of Fire Mages on the second floor were completely swept away by Niubao single-handedly.
Even apprentices who tried to avoid battle and hide in their dorms were dragged out and knocked unconscious—everyone was treated equally.
At the same time, Samimi’s four-person group, having just freed the witch, was still cautiously making their way back on the first floor.
They were searching for the so-called Testimonial Room.
Bemore led the way but had no idea where the Testimonial Room actually was—only that it was somewhere on the first floor. They ended up wandering all over.
Niubao was already fighting on the castle’s third floor! Meanwhile, the teammates were dawdling here.
Finally, they found the Testimonial Room tucked away in a corner at the very end of the first floor.
Bemore sprayed fire from her palm and burned the door lock, damaging academy property, then gently pushed the door open.
But she had completely given up hope of returning to the Fire School. You could say that even the most timid tortoise would bite when pushed too far.
“Wolfie said Orange Clumsy brought a great power here. Do you know anything?” Samimi asked.
“The Lion King—the previous faction leader, the Elemental Overlord recognized by the Five Great Academies, the youngest mage ever to get mentor qualifications. He’s currently on an expedition outside. His strength rivals Sherry William’s, even surpassing her in some respects. He hasn’t officially become a mentor yet, but theoretically, he could intervene in our apprentices’ battles. Orange Clumsy must have called him back,” Bemore replied.
“Cheater.” Samimi’s face remained expressionless, but inside she was furious.
Wasn’t this a bug abuse? It was karmic justice—cheaters would ultimately be punished by other cheaters because they themselves were cheating.
“Can we win?” Samimi asked.
“Even if we lose, I want to burn their skin,” Bemore said.
“If you’d been this determined from the start, our relationship wouldn’t have come to this,” Samimi sighed.
“If you didn’t have the Ghost Hunter, we wouldn’t have kicked you out either.” Bemore circled inside the Testimonial Room and finally found that familiar feeling her ultimate weapon.