In the gymnasium, several hundred people had been patiently waiting for a full half hour before the Motefei Four Sisters finally arrived late.
As they stepped into the venue, they leisurely held several cups of obviously expensive high-end milk tea, sipping them as they walked as if no one else was there, completely unimpressed by the many Espers seated in the hall.
The Motefei Four Sisters walked to the center of the venue, facing the Ten from the Internal Affairs Department.
“For fairness’ sake, I’ll pick three students who are also Apprentice Level 6 like me to spar with you,” Lu Xiya suggested with great precision.
“No need. All of you come at once. We’re here to take on all ten,” Laige Caicai said with an unusually calm tone, as if stating a trivial matter.
Such arrogant words instantly caused an uproar among the hundreds of onlooking apprentices, all with shocked expressions, whispering and discussing among themselves.
Being so belittled and disrespected, Lu Xiya’s face grew darker by the second.
She turned and exchanged a glance with her subordinates.
Six of them stepped back several paces but did not leave the field; the remaining three continued to stand side by side with her.
So it’s still a 4v4 setup, but with six people standing behind, which could be seen as meeting the opponent’s request.
In any case, Lu Xiya didn’t want to exchange a single word with Laige Caicai.
She found that she could never outtalk this woman who was like a golden-maned lioness.
“Country bumpkins, what are you spacing out for? Do you need a three-two-one ready-set-go?”
Laige Caicai slurped her milk tea and casually raised a hand in provocation, indicating she would give them a handicap.
“Ha!”
One of the Internal Affairs Department apprentices couldn’t hold back.
He let out a loud shout and activated his spell first.
He took a deep breath, then thrust his right arm forward, his five fingers spread wide like an eagle’s claw, poised to strike.
Next, he firmly gripped his right wrist with his left hand, the muscles in his arm tensing as he channeled all his strength and will, bit by bit, into his slightly trembling palm.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A blazing, dazzling flame abruptly rose from his palm.
The next moment, the flame quickly condensed into a pulsating fireball, dancing between his fingers, radiating a scorching temperature.
Very cool.
So he was the most common of common fire-breathing Espers.
But precisely because it was common, the details were more apparent.
This person’s Esper ability was extremely high; his spellcasting was very fast, with superb skill and proficiency, needing only a second to condense a controllable fireball.
But the next moment—
Swish—the sound of cutting air arose.
That still blazing, bouncing fireball was hit by an invisible blade, silently split in two from the center, cleaved into halves.
The entire process had no warning and no sound.
Only the abruptly split flame traced the terrifying trajectory of the attack in the silence.
No, there was also a splash of blood mist that instantly spread through the air.
That glaring red splashed down without warning, staining the pure white school uniform of a companion.
The fabric on the chest of that Internal Affairs apprentice slowly split open with a neat slit; a ghastly gash appeared, flesh curling back, blood gushing out.
“Ah!”
He screamed, immediately clutching his chest and collapsing in pain.
Fortunately, Demon Academy City’s medical system was very advanced; in an instant, several medical staff appeared and carried him away on a stretcher.
Apart from a fresh pool of blood on the floor, it was as if nothing had happened.
But the entire crowd of hundreds of Espers was dead silent.
What had just happened was deeply branded into their minds, impossible to shake off.
At the same time, countless questions surged in everyone’s hearts as they looked at each other in bewilderment.
In the end, all doubts converged into one question: What spell was that?
Everyone’s gaze converged on the Motefei Four Sisters, only to see them standing in a row, drinking milk tea, as if they hadn’t moved a step, not looking like they had used any spell.
But someone quickly figured out who had actually used the spell.
It was that domineering girl with a majestic lion-like presence and dazzling golden center-parted long hair.
Because she stepped half a pace forward, which was like giving a silent command that made the other sisters involuntarily step back, definitely to leave room for her to execute her attack spell.
Laige Caicai bent down slightly and placed the empty milk tea cup in her hand on the ground beside her.
This seemingly insignificant action instantly made the Internal Affairs members opposite her feel as if they were facing a great enemy.
The entire scene instantly became chaotic; some dodged in panic, some nervously looked around to avoid invisible threats, and some even activated their own abilities to build defenses due to extreme tension.
Their poised-for-battle appearance was like waging a fierce struggle against the air itself.
“Just like a bunch of monkeys,” Laige Caicai said, straightening up with a straw pinched between her fingers, ridiculing them.
But as she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand with zero frame and lightly swiped forward.
“Ah!”
The next second, another Internal Affairs apprentice let out a scream.
However, he had successfully activated his Magic Armor.
His thigh was slashed by something invisible and sharp, warm blood gushing out, but he didn’t fall; he remained standing.
And this time, everyone saw clearly what spell the eldest Motefei sister was using.
It was likely an invisible Air Slash!
“Everyone, spread out! Activate Magic Armor! Keep moving!”
Lu Xiya shouted commands.
Including herself, the remaining apprentices began running around wildly to disrupt Laige Caicai’s invisible blades.
It had to be said, this command was very accurate.
Laige Caicai’s personal magic was indeed not easy to land on moving targets.
At this distance, even with a pistol you might not hit, let alone throwing knives.
“Yulian,” Laige Caicai said without haste, twirling the straw between her fingers, not continuing to activate her spell, but softly called out.
“You really know how to order people around.”
Laige Yulian shook her head helplessly, then slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were a deep blue, as if they had settled thousands of starlights, like the boundless starry sky on a quiet night, pure and mysterious, so beautiful it made one’s heart drunk.
Even the Internal Affairs apprentices opposite were captivated by those beautiful eyes.
But with just one look, they all fell under the spell; they didn’t even activate Magic Armor, and one by one, as they ran, their speed slowed down.
Some even stopped outright, their expressions as if enchanted, as if bewitched by Laige Yulian’s beauty, drooling like desperate simps.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
But the moment they stopped, the lightless blades struck again, hitting with precision, each accompanied by a dull thud sound.