Laige Fuling and Laige Yulian immediately stepped forward to check on the injured members of the Internal Affairs Department one by one.
They were lying scattered on the ground, each having suffered blunt force trauma.
The injuries weren’t serious, but all of them had fallen unconscious.
“What’s the matter? Don’t have money for medical bills? I’ve got cash. I’ll pay you.”
The Meat Mountain Strong Man unhurriedly pulled a thick stack of bills from his pocket.
With undisguised contempt and a smug sneer, he tossed them carelessly to the ground.
“Don’t interfere,”
Laige Caicai said calmly.
“Eldest Sister…”
Laige Yulian murmured.
“This man has the maximum mana value of an Apprentice Ten,”
Laige Fuling analyzed.
“With our individual strength right now, it’ll be difficult to defeat him.”
“It’s fine. My spell counters him.”
Laige Caicai stepped forward, actively walking into the enemy’s encirclement.
“My name is Bulade! I’m the Branch Minister of the Muscle God Cult in Academy City! Remember my name!”
The Meat Mountain Strong Man thumped his chest and announced his name loudly.
The chance to make a name for himself had arrived.
Defeating these Esper apprentices would at most earn him some livestream popularity.
But if he could defeat the mages hiding deep in the academy, that would be the real big money.
He could continuously profit from this unique gimmick, enjoying endless wealth and a life of luxury that would last a lifetime.
“As for my name, you already know it, but I’ll still introduce myself. I am Laige Caicai·Motefei,”
Laige Caicai said coldly.
“My father is Count Motefei. He taught us from a young age: ‘Children, you are mages. You can kill without paying with your lives. From now on, whoever dares to provoke you, kill them without mercy.’”
Those were truly shocking words.
The Muscle God Cult streamers’ hearts went cold.
The arrogance and overbearing attitude they had just displayed vanished without a trace.
And Laige Caicai intended to put her words into action next.
Dong~
She lightly tapped the ground with her Hollow Bone Staff, and in the next instant, she released eighty percent of her total mana all at once.
This was the eldest sister’s talent.
Her mana activation speed and casting speed were far faster than an ordinary mage’s.
This ability allowed her to unleash her strongest firepower in an extremely short amount of time.
“[Air Blade – Wild Slash].”
In that split second, hundreds of invisible air blades tore through the air, carrying sharp whistling sounds.
Like a dense net of death, they enveloped every streamer from the Muscle God Cult present, dealing indiscriminate damage.
“Aaaah!”
“Murder!”
“Help!”
In the blink of an eye, the weaker Esper streamers were knocked over by the sharp air blades, scrambling and stumbling miserably.
Even as they frantically dodged, the razor-sharp blades mercilessly slashed across their bodies, sending up sprays of blood mist that hung in the air.
Wounds quickly multiplied on each of them, blood and panic intertwining.
The entire scene was chaotic and brutal.
But the phones and phone stands that were livestreaming remained completely untouched, still broadcasting normally.
The screams of the Muscle Faction Espers continued incessantly.
Only the few stronger Muscle Faction streamers managed to activate their Magic Armor and reinforce their bodies, barely able to withstand the continuous slashes.
And this attack spell, while intimidating in appearance, wasn’t lethal.
It was just numerous—purely a clearing skill for crushing weaklings.
“Hmph, is this all a mage can do?”
Bulade steadied his stance and took the hits head-on, actually gaining confidence.
He naturally didn’t care about the others’ lives.
As long as he could be the last one standing, that was enough.
“Ha! Divine Body Grant!”
Bulade shouted.
The Flesh Augmentation Technique activated.
Driven by mana, it greatly enhanced all his physical parameters.
He assumed a combat stance, stomped the ground to gather power, and charged at full speed, intent on using the same move that had instantly killed Lu Xiya to defeat the mage.
Pfft!
But as he charged, he felt a sharp pain in his knee.
Forced to stop abruptly, he dared not attack recklessly.
Bulade looked down.
His leg looked as if someone had scooped out a piece of flesh with a spoon.
The wound had already stopped bleeding quickly, but it meant his defense had been breached.
He raised his head to look at his enemy, his eyes wavering.
The blonde girl was pointing her peculiar bone staff at him.
“That thing in your hand is a staff? That’s not fair! How can you rely on equipment?”
Bulade sensed danger and started shouting.
“[Air Blade – Ricochet].”
Laige Caicai couldn’t be bothered with him, nor would she be guilt-tripped.
She channeled her mana through the staff to compress it, greatly increasing the air blade’s power and armor penetration.
Another invisible empty bullet shot out, accompanied by a chilling sound of cutting wind.
Bulade desperately rolled to the side to avoid the attack, but he couldn’t dodge completely.
With a dull explosion, his thigh was hit, opening a horrifying bloody hole.
Severe pain shot through his body like an electric current.
Blood gushed out, soaking his pant leg.
It seemed a vital spot had been hit.
As mentioned before, there was a major gap in understanding between these Espers and mages—specifically their emphasis on defensive magic.
“Ha! Indestructible Diamond Body!”
Bulade steadied his stance again.
His entire body tensed, even clamping the wound to stop the bleeding.
He poured all his mana into his Magic Armor, focusing entirely on defense.
Oh?
So he had trained in a defensive spell.
But the effect was only so-so.
Because this was a slow death.
He had essentially opened a turtle shell and was waiting to die there, completely helpless.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
One armor-piercing empty bullet after another fired in rapid succession.
The density and speed of the barrage gradually increased, striking Bulade like a storm.
While Bulade with his full defense could indeed block the empty bullets and was no longer as easily breached as before, the impact still felt like taking a heavy punch.
Unfortunately, he could only stand there and take it.
The moment he moved, he would lose his focus and likely be turned into a pincushion.
He was stuck, unable to advance or retreat.
His only hope was that the opponent’s mana would run out first, that he could outlast her with his mana value.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
But Laige Caicai’s armor-piercing empty bullets continued rapid-firing for ten minutes with no sign of her mana depleting.
Instead, Bulade was starting to run out of steam.
Drenched in sweat, swollen all over from the beating, his expression panicked.
Gone was the arrogance of wanting to make a name for himself.
Although defense typically consumed more mana than offense, this female mage was young.
Theoretically, how could her maximum mana value be higher than his?
As mentioned before, maximum mana value wasn’t about having a good background; it came from accumulated meditation over time.
Then there was probably only one reason: her mana utilization rate far surpassed his.
It was like a broken car drifting past a sports car—pure technical superiority.
“Okay, okay! Stop! I surrender!”
Feeling his mana bottom out, Bulade shamelessly yelled for mercy.
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