Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 605 - 255 The Demands of the Witch Sect
In the forest, the battle raged on. A giant mechanical combat puppet plummeted from the sky, its sharp blades flashing with the cold light of metal as they sliced through the pale fists thrown at it. However, the residual force and gust from the disintegrating fists also struck the metal shell of the combat puppet, making a dense and clanging noise.
Eight bladed limbs landed on the ground, destroying the engraved array on the terrain, flinging mud everywhere. Meanwhile, the opposing witch had completed her ritual, unable to make those pale arms vanish.
The puppet, upon hitting the ground, opened its massive mouth to reveal a beehive-like array of gun barrels. A barrage of gunfire erupted, and the bullets quickly engulfed the opponent.
Two seconds later, the light from the gunfire extinguished, and the gun barrels ceased firing due to overheating. The witch who had stood there was nowhere to be seen. As everyone searched for the missing witch, a whistling sound tore through the sky.
"Idiot! We've been roommates for three years, who doesn't know your moves, and you still use them against me." As she spoke, the witch rolled up her sleeves, revealing her arms where blue special pigment drew a network of patterns, which now lit up, indicating the fullness of magic power and the deployment of secret ritual techniques.
"My blood for blood, roar like a lion!"
With the shout of the young witch, blood beads seeped from the patterns on her arm, which glowed with an eerie light alongside the magic network. At the same time, an imposing lion's head materialized from her right arm, accompanying her punch. Along with it, the dozens of remaining pale fists also smashed into the head of the mechanical combat puppet, denting its metal shell, distorting it with a grinding noise, while the internal gears and transmission structures sparked and smoked.
Seconds later, the force of the punches dissipated, and the mechanical combat puppet below wobbled unsteadily. The witch controlling it quickly abandoned the cumbersome puppet, extracting the heavy machine gun within, setting it on the combat puppet to open fire. The fierce bullets forced her opponent to flip over and take cover below the puppet.
Just as the witch from the 'ritual faction' below prepared to counterattack, the mechanical combat puppet, previously thought to have ceased firing, sprang into action again. Its sharp bladed legs swung wildly, putting the witch evading gunfire in grave danger. A moment's inattention, and she could have been sliced open by the blades.
The 'puppeteer faction' witch above resumed controlling the mechanical combat puppet to continuously attack the opponent below, who was now trapped under the onslaught of the bladed limbs, preventing any chance for her to break free and retaliate.
After several rounds of attacks, the evading witch below finally made a misstep and was slashed by the blade, then tripped and fell to the ground.
Just as the sharp blade was about to pierce down, a voice came from the forest, halting the fight.
"That's enough." As the voice spoke, the moving mechanical combat puppet froze, stuck in a downward slashing motion, becoming as still as a statue.
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The witch above was astounded, and then everyone saw three senior witches emerge from the woods.
"Xiu Lin, teacher." Someone recognized the slightly short and thin witch at the front, one of the Great Witches of the Academy.
"Not a bad fight, but what was that towards the end? Were you girls pulling at each other's hair? Embarrassing." With a wave of her hand, the senior witch restored the mechanical combat puppet's ability to move, and the fallen witch below was also lifted by an unseen force.
"Disperse, and reflect on this." Saying this, the senior witch's deep grey eyes swept across the field, and her elder's authority scattered the young witches like birds.
Although the other students had left, Tilan still stood there. Seeing her not leaving, Mel hesitated to leave alone. Ya, hindered by the recent friendship with the two and the fear of the teacher's authority, wavered back and forth like a scale.
Leaving felt disrespectful to the bond, but staying was frightening in the presence of the three Great Witches. While students often complained behind the backs of the few Great Witches of the Academy, when facing them, even the mocking transformed into fear. After all, witches were not like traditional Academy teachers; they didn't always adhere to the rules and were often whimsical.
"What are you standing there for? These two are guests of the Academy; you don't need to worry about them." Xiu Lin's eyes nearly closed as she glanced at the indecisive Ya, dispelling her mental block.
"Ah, yes, teacher Xiu Lin. Mel, as well as Dantalion, I'll be off first, let's keep in touch later." Having said that, Ya briskly ran off, leaving the forest behind.
With the disturbance and onlookers gone, the forest quieted down, only the churned mud on the ground serving as a testament to the recent duel.
"Dantalion, or perhaps Hexia is more appropriate, welcome to Tri-Phase Moon Academy."
Before the recently crowned champion of the winter festival, the talented young girl, the Great Witch still offered the respect due. The commanding presence she showed before the students retracted somewhat.
"Greetings, senior Xiu Lin," Hexia said as she briefly curtsied and then approached the three women.
"This morning, I received notice from Bu Di that you had arrived. I thought we'd meet soon, but after waiting quite a while, I simply decided to come see for myself," Xiu Lin said, pulling aside her grey hair from her shoulder draped cloak with one hand and giving it a slight shake, then her gaze swept over Hexia.
