“Ready to bleed, star?”
As Tunzuo’s words, like a declaration of war, fell, the entire Dueling Arena instantly plunged into a deathly silence.
Tunzuo’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a stone dropped into a deep pool, the ripples sending a chill down the spine of every witch present.
The previously noisy chatter in the spectator stands froze instantly.
The gazes of all the witches present converged on the black-haired witch at the center of the arena, whose smile was crazed and radiated endless pressure.
Olivia stood quietly in place.
Her golden hair hung somewhat dishevelly over her shoulders, a few strands stuck to her cheeks with sweat.
In response to Tunzuo’s words, Olivia didn’t immediately reply.
She merely silently raised her hand and pressed it against the fresh wound Tunzuo had just opened on her face.
A faint golden light glowed from her palm as the Golden Dragon Witch’s unique, formidable physical constitution accelerated the wound’s healing.
Once the wound healed, the shock in Olivia’s eyes had also completely subsided, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and gravity.
The previous calm, elegant smile vanished from her face as if a mask had shattered, revealing Olivia’s cold, hard core.
Olivia slowly raised her head, her brilliant golden vertical pupils contracting to needle-points, locking tightly onto Tunzuo standing before her.
“Interesting…”
Olivia murmured softly.
Her fists, previously held behind her back, suddenly clenched tightly.
With a crisp crack, her specially crafted Golden Knuckledusters adjusted their position in her palms.
The sharp edges of the knuckledusters gleamed coldly under the arena’s dim lights.
Olivia slightly crouched, lowering her center of gravity, and assumed a standard fighting stance toward Tunzuo.
The entire witch was like a bowstring drawn to its limit, ready to unleash.
Olivia no longer viewed Tunzuo as a young witch needing guidance, but as an opponent to be taken seriously.
Seeing Olivia finally get serious, the mad grin on Tunzuo’s face didn’t recede; instead, it grew even more frenzied.
She snorted coldly, her figure instantly blurring as she transformed into a rolling black mist carrying a bone-chilling cold.
The silver sword in Tunzuo’s hand shot out like a venomous snake’s fangs, aiming straight for Olivia’s throat.
At this moment, nine minutes remained in the hourglass.
The golden sand flowed relentlessly downward, officially starting the countdown for this sudden duel.
Facing Tunzuo’s tricky, bizarre sword thrust, Olivia instinctively wanted to repeat her previous tactic—a fighting habit honed over years: defend and seek an opening.
When dealing with Samotush earlier, Olivia had exploited her opponent’s surplus of strength but lack of finesse, finding a chance to counterattack during defense to subdue her in one strike.
However, this approach was clearly unsuitable for dealing with Tunzuo.
Every time Olivia’s heavy fist descended with a dragon-roar-like whoosh of wind, Tunzuo always reacted with an almost future-predicting intuition, transforming her body into intangible black mist in advance.
This allowed Olivia’s mountain-shattering iron fist to pass right through her body, striking empty air.
Immediately after, the black mist coalesced beside Olivia.
Tunzuo’s thrusting silver sword, like a snake flicking its tongue, sought out the weakest gaps in Olivia’s defense, leaving behind fine, stinging trails of blood on her body.
Sshhk—
Tunzuo’s blade swept across Olivia’s thigh, drawing a spray of blood.
Olivia grunted, forcibly steadying her stance and attempting to turn and counterattack.
But by then, Tunzuo had already dissolved into mist and vanished again.
In just two minutes, Olivia’s pristine white suit sported several new gashes, her lapels stained with golden blood.
The air grew thick with the scent of rust.
Olivia was gradually being dragged into Tunzuo’s combat rhythm.
This feeling of being passively beaten without even being able to touch her opponent’s clothes ignited a nameless fury in Olivia’s heart.
But Olivia was, after all, the strongest genius of the younger generation.
Faced with disadvantage, she quickly calmed down, realizing she couldn’t use her old habits to counter Tunzuo’s ghostly fighting style.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll trade wound for wound!”
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Olivia’s eyes. She stopped defending passively and instead actively charged forward, meeting Tunzuo’s blade head-on.
Thud!
Tunzuo’s silver sword pierced Olivia’s left shoulder without hindrance, running through the Golden Dragon Witch’s formidable body.
Intense pain instantly tightened Olivia’s nerves.
But Olivia didn’t even furrow her brow.
Completely ignoring the blood gushing from her shoulder, she seized the opening created as Tunzuo withdrew her sword.
Olivia’s iron fists, wreathed in dragon flame, erupted like a storm, aimed directly at Tunzuo’s vital points.
Despite Tunzuo’s agile footwork and attempts to mistify again to dodge, Olivia’s assault was too fierce and dense.
The scorching dragon flames completely sealed off all space for Tunzuo to evade.
Thump!
Unable to dodge in time, Tunzuo was struck squarely in the chest by one of Olivia’s powerful, straight punches.
The immense impact sent Tunzuo flying backward through the air in a parabolic arc.
Tunzuo forcibly adjusted her posture mid-air, landing unsteadily.
She slammed her silver sword into the ground to dissipate the momentum from the impact, the blade scraping against the floor and producing a series of blinding sparks.
Tunzuo slid on her knees for a good while before barely managing to stabilize herself.
“Cough…”
Tunzuo wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.
She looked down at the bruised wound on her chest left by Olivia’s knuckleduster strike, her breathing slightly labored.
She stood up again, her gaze solemn as she looked toward Olivia.
And Olivia at this moment seemed like a completely different witch.
She glanced down at the dark purple blood staining her knuckledusters.
For some reason, that blood originating from Tunzuo emitted a fatal allure to her, like opium.
Olivia brought the knuckleduster to her mouth, extended her tongue, and licked clean all the blood belonging to Tunzuo.
The elegant motion revealed a primitive wildness, as if she were savoring some peerless delicacy
“Tastes good…”
Olivia’s brilliant golden vertical pupils instantly contracted.
The last vestiges of elegance and dignity vanished from her face, replaced by a kind of madness and greed, as if she had finally encountered prey to her liking.
She stared intently at Tunzuo, her voice hoarse yet magnetic.
“I retract my earlier assessment calling you cowardly, little ghost. You are delicious… so delicious it makes me want to capture you, to conquer you completely.”
“Pah.”
Tunzuo spat out the residual blood in her mouth, that inscrutable, mad grin once again hanging on her face.
“If you can do it, feel free to try, you smooth-talking pervert.”
The two witches found no common ground even in half a sentence.
In an instant, a black and a golden streak of light collided once more.
The force of their clash was even greater than the earlier collision between Olivia and Samotush.
The entire Dueling Arena trembled.
The magical array lines on the ground groaned under the strain of such intense magical impact, unable to bear it.
The battle between Tunzuo and Olivia plunged fully into a white-hot frenzy.
Five minutes remained in the hourglass.
Churning shadows and scorching dragon flames tore at each other madly, each exchange accompanied by thunderous explosions.
Olivia took the initiative, her fists whirling like the wind.
Relying on her formidable physique as a Golden Dragon Witch, she covered her body with a layer of fine golden dragon scales, trading wound for wound, displaying sheer dominance.
Every breath Olivia exhaled released scorching air currents.
Her sharp eyes revealed a fierce determination, a vow not to rest until she had torn Tunzuo apart and devoured her.
She completely abandoned defense, her mind focused solely on ensuring her attacks could make contact with Tunzuo’s body.
Meanwhile, Tunzuo weaved through the shadows, seizing every opening, finding every flaw.
Her movements held no flashy techniques; every sword thrust was the simplest, most lethal killing move—instinct honed through countless brushes with death.
A crazed light flickered in Tunzuo’s eyes, and a trace of enjoyment for the battle even curled at the corner of her mouth, as if this brutal slaughter was her most delicious dessert.
As time passed, the wounds on both Tunzuo and Olivia multiplied.
Golden and dark purple blood splattered across the Dueling Arena, staining the ground in a mottled pattern.
Sally and Huli, watching from the stands, covered their mouths with their hands, their bodies trembling slightly.
Since their birth, this was the first time they had witnessed such a brutal and real fight to the death.
This had completely transcended the scope of mere guidance.
Sally’s voice trembled as she asked Shirley.
“Miss Shirley… why is Sister Tuzu fighting Miss Olivia like this? It’s too dangerous…”
Shirley didn’t reply, merely watching the battle on the arena in silence.
Behind her glasses, her eyes held complex emotions.
This duel had shown her the bloodthirst, madness, and… ambition hidden beneath Tunzuo’s layer of laziness.
Meanwhile, Samotush in the spectator stands was cheering with delight.
She excitedly slapped the railing, shouting loudly.
“Good! That’s it! I like that little one! She’s got guts! Really brings honor to us shadow-type witches! Hahaha, that arrogant Olivia has finally met her match!”
Anne, standing beside Samotush, also wore a slight smile.
She gently swayed her parasol, her gaze full of appreciation as she looked at Tunzuo.
“My, my~ Has another monster emerged among the younger generation? I’m really falling further behind the times~”
The seconds ticked by. One minute remained in the hourglass.
Tunzuo and Olivia wordlessly pulled apart, putting distance between them.
Astonishing magical fluctuations erupted from both witches—a sign of magic being compressed to its extreme.
Both Tunzuo and Olivia intended to use one final move to decide the outcome of this duel.
Tunzuo gripped her sword with both hands.
Shadows churned wildly around her, devouring all surrounding light.
The raging Shadow coalesced into a massive shadowy serpent.
The serpent opened its maw in a silent roar.
Its body was composed of countless swirling shadowy vortexes, each scale emitting a soul-shaking faint glow.
The serpent coiled behind Tunzuo, like a guardian deity from the abyss, ready at any moment to constrict and kill Tunzuo’s prey.
Olivia raised her right fist high.
The dragon flames burning on her body soared skyward, transforming into a majestic golden dragon.
A lofty dragon’s roar shattered the surrounding space.
The dragon’s body was magnificent, its scales glittering gold, radiating a regal pressure that could suppress all things.
The dragon soared above Olivia’s head.
In its draconic eyes shone the light of annihilation, ready at any moment to dive down and incinerate all of Olivia’s enemies to ash.
“Come on—!”=
With simultaneous roars from both Tunzuo and Olivia, the hissing shadow serpent and the roaring golden dragon collided head-on.
The silver sword in Tunzuo’s hand vibrated violently.
The blade turned intangible, the entire sword merging into the rolling black mist, becoming the serpent’s spine and fangs.
This wasn’t simple elemental aggregation, but the compression, refinement, and ultimate condensation of all the shadow magic within Tunzuo’s body into a physical form of destruction.
Ghostly green will the-Wisp burned in the serpent’s eyes—the manifestation of Tunzuo’s thirst for battle and her madness.
Wherever the serpent passed, even stagnant spacetime was torn open, leaving behind pitch-black fissures.
Olivia clenched her fists tightly.
Golden dragon flames shot toward the heavens, vowing to burn all enemies to cinders.
Olivia’s knuckledusters transformed into sharp dragon teeth.
The explosive sound of her punches became the dragon’s roar.
This was the manifestation of the Golden Dragon bloodline boiling to its peak, and also Olivia pushing her own potential to its absolute limit.
The dragon opened its maw, exhaling a breath of pure, ultimate heat breath capable of melting a planetary core.
The two massive magical forces converged at the center of the Dueling Arena.
Instead of the expected earth-shattering explosion, there was a momentary, eerie silence.
The shadow serpent and the golden dragon entangled.
Pitch black and brilliant gold frantically eroded each other.
The serpent’s fangs sank deeply into the dragon’s neck, while the dragon’s claws plunged into the serpent’s body.
The two entirely different magical power forces compressed crazily within the confined space, ultimately forming a constantly rotating,twisted mana storm.
At the storm’s center, space began to warp.
The magical array lines on the ground shattered piece by piece, flying up and being drawn into the storm, instantly ground to dust.
A rampaging shockwave Expands outward in visible ripples, crashing against the Dueling Arena’s protective barrier with a teeth-grating zizi sound.
The barrier’s surface churned with violent ripples, collapsing and shattering in an instant.
The intense magical impact made the very heavens and earth seem to change color.
A massive mushroom cloud rose from the center of the Dueling Arena, stirring up smoke all over the sky.
The ferocious collision of attacks showed no sign of weakening even as the last grain of sand fell in the hourglass.
“You two, stop this! Time’s up! The guidance session is over!”
Seeing the situation gradually spiraling out of control, Shirley hurriedly shouted.
Simultaneously, she released a barrier, attempting to block the residual shockwaves from the two magical forces colliding.
Hearing Shirley’s shout, the two magic fluctuations finally began to gradually disperse and slowly subside.
As the smoke on the arena cleared, the figures of Tunzuo and Olivia reappeared before the gathered witches.
They saw Tunzuo’s silver sword held in a reverse grip, pressed firmly against Olivia’s neck.
The sharp blade had already pierced the skin of Olivia’s neck and was on the verge of slicing open her carotid artery.
And Olivia’s knuckleduster was merely a hair’s breadth from Tunzuo’s face.
The fierce fist had blown aside the bangs on Tunzuo’s forehead.
One more inch, and Tunzuo’s skull would likely be shattered.
This battle ended in a draw.
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