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Qiao Wen took out a clean handkerchief, stood behind the sofa, wiped Wu Yuhan's mouth after he put down his knife and fork, and then remained silent.
Wu Yuhan's expression was somewhat somber. He exhaled and continued Gu Qingci's words.
“Not all witches follow the same path to their deaths. She had a chance to turn back, and her performance wasn’t bad.”
"But you, did you really fight to a draw with Li Hui?"
She turned back to gaze at Gu Qingci, her eyes, which could see into the future, gradually ceasing their endless reverie and briefly returning to the present.
"You must have touched it."
After leaving the court, Gu Qing lay down, staring at the snow-white ceiling, and scratched his head, seemingly lost in thought.
"You mean Li Hui is acting strangely, right? For a moment, I even thought she wasn't a witch."
"Or rather, it's like the blood of a witch in the process of transformation."
Shan Lin and Yang Xiling both looked over curiously, slightly puzzled: "Isn't she a witch?"
No matter how they looked at it, they could only see that Li Hui was a genuine witch, but Gu Qingci dared to say that, so she must have her reasons.
"Yes, but you all know what degeneration is, right?" Gu Qingci used her magic to weave a dramatic scene, showing the process of a normal witch's blood becoming a witch.
“Look, at the moment when Li Hui and I perished together, she seemed no longer to be a witch, but some kind of incomprehensible being.”
"But she quickly swallowed it back, like this."
As Gu Qingci's fingertips began to dance, the transformation witch, who was being held by the silk threads, strangely reverted to an alien race. Then, it seemed to be just an illusion, and she turned back into a witch.
"Hmm, this is the first time I've seen this situation. I think I understand why Li Hui lost his memory."
Gu Qingci clicked her tongue softly, somewhat astonished.
"She didn't really lose her memory; rather, she never fully became a witch, which caused her memories to get stuck and not be transferred."
If we compare the process of an alien becoming a witch to replacing hardware, then only after all the hardware has been replaced can the original software, such as memories, be imported.
It is clear that Li Hui did not truly and completely become a witch for some reason.
Wu Yuhan glanced at the two still dueling below, his expression slightly somber.
"So what do you think Li Hui hasn't transformed yet?"
Gu Qingci followed Wu Yuhan's gaze downwards, her tone somewhat enigmatic: "Perhaps it's agreement..."
Both she and Wu Yuhan tacitly refrained from revealing their guesses.
If, if one is already as powerful as the Great Witch before the transformation, can one suppress the final transformation through sheer willpower?
Moreover, unlike the Blood of the Witch, the Origin Witch was not forcibly influenced by the Cosmic Witch; it was a pure rebirth without any external coercion.
Dugu was the only one they could discern from Li Hui the secret she was hiding.
Jiang Kehan, on the trial ground, looked at the dark spheres with some surprise.
What the hell is this power?!
If she wasn't mistaken, these slow-moving black spheres were actually constantly contracting and then expanding, creating ripples far exceeding their own size, like breathing.
And these ripples, which can only be perceived with magic, are also incredibly powerful!
These heretical spells are too bizarre! The last thing that struck me as bizarre was Li Hui's talent.
Jiang Kehan could only dodge. Although these black spheres were not very big, their actual attack range covered dozens of meters in front of An Meng.
But she wasn't idle either. Although she couldn't use environmental spells after moving, it didn't mean she couldn't attack!
Several strands of lightning began to gather on her long staff, causing Anmeng, who was creating an environment favorable to herself, to suddenly open her eyes wide.
Her small mouth was slightly open, as if she were saying, "Jiang Kehan! You are like the rising sun in the east, and the lingering warmth of the evening sun!"
No wonder she was so excited. The spell Jiang Kehan used was the level 3 rare spell, Thunderous Might, which she obtained after completing the quest to help Solita!
This spell has a penetrating effect, ignoring the protective effects of the combat suit and hitting the witch's body directly. Although its power is average, it causes intense pain.
Very few respectable witches would learn that.
As for An Meng now, this has indeed caused real harm.
Jiang Kehan couldn't help but smile. She wasn't as naive as Li Hui. After all, in her past life, she had played with tears!
In a duel, only the one who laughs last is the true winner.
After Jiang Kehan poured her magic into the area without regard for the cost, the lightning gradually spread to every surrounding area. Even though An Meng had already completed the environmental spell, she felt a little regretful at this moment.
He regretted not taking the opportunity to slap Jiang Kehan earlier.
It's too late now; Anmeng can only do her best to defend herself.
Lightning replaced the surrounding colors, and pale blue branches shot out unimpeded from in front of Anmeng until they dissipated.
Only the ever-spreading tiny lightning spikes bloomed wildly within An Meng's body, causing her to vomit black blood.
“You are truly a remarkable person, Kehan.”
An Meng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and wielded her long whip to defend against Jiang Kehan, who was pressing her advantage and launching a close-combat attack on her.
“Likewise,” Jiang Kehan nodded in reply. “You also know quite a few unorthodox spells.”
The two stared intently into each other's eyes, neither letting their guard down.
Witch duels are never a place for mercy; only the deepest torment is a sign of respect.
Jiang Kehan suddenly stopped and looked at An Meng in disbelief.
"In that case, I hope you'll like this move." An Meng was in so much pain that she couldn't move anymore, so she simply stopped retreating.
She raised her long whip and stared intently at Jiang Kehan.
"I hope you can hold on until I die first."
cult classic: self-sacrifice!
A long whip, like thorns, surged towards An Meng, its barbs growing out abruptly before disappearing into her flesh.
With each stab of the barbs, An Meng's expression grew increasingly repressed and ferocious, several black veins appearing on either side of her cheeks, making her look like a demon crawling out of hell.
Jiang Kehan stared at the other person, her own magic spreading out, sweeping away the surrounding black energy.
Suffering is not eternal; only thorns adorn the brave.
This spell has only one effect: to burn everything within oneself, transforming it into the purest power, until one is consumed by pain.
"An Meng actually learned this spell too?" Aili'er asked, her voice filled with shock.
Normally, witches of the cult would despise this spell, because the essence of the cult is plunder, devouring, and seizure.
If you're reduced to needing to burn yourself out, then you're the ultimate loser.
But none of that mattered to An Meng. She struggled to open her eyes, barbs piercing through them, a beauty with an evil allure.
"Kehan, if you need to break through thorns to touch the only chance, would you do the same as me?"
"Let me see if you're good enough to convince me!"
The amount of magic power is never the whole measure of strength, but a strong will is enough to earn the admiration of a witch.
"Heh, I'm actually looking forward to the school team's performance in the Witch Preliminary Tournament." Gu Qingci took back what he had just said. "An Meng might be able to give the others some unexpected excitement."
Shan Lin walked to the glass wall and smiled.
"This is the only time I agree with your idea; the future of these children is limitless."
"The path is never defined by others, but is forged by oneself. I remember that the spell of self-sacrifice was also created by some great being."
Jiang Kehan, who was facing this spell directly, had already experienced how troublesome it was.
At this moment, she had completely unleashed her magic and began bombarding her opponent with spells, but the effect was almost negligible.
Although Jiang Kehan's magic power far surpasses An Meng's, the actual output she can convert is still slightly lower than that of a normal witch.
At this moment, An Meng's health bar was no longer just about physical resilience. Under the influence of this spell, her obsession and her will were burning, turning into straws to repair her flesh and blood.
Then, even more oppressive, An Meng's flesh and blood gradually separated from her, turning into a black sphere with the power that had just forced Jiang Kehan to dodge, and bombarded Jiang Kehan continuously!
Willpower, flesh and blood, and magic merged into a single force, burning like kindling until Anmeng turned to ashes.
Jiang Kehan took a deep breath, stopped dodging, and smiled.
"If you want to see my will, then take a good look. On this one point, I will never lose to anyone!"
From the moment she began trying to learn that enemies and foes share the same origin, Jiang Kehan has never been afraid of hardship.
She floated gracefully in mid-air, facing An Meng's attack directly.
She swung the long staff casually, and the dark sphere disappeared before her eyes like a bubble that would burst at the slightest touch. Then, Jiang Kehan let out a muffled groan.
"As expected, what I was wary of just now was not the power of these black spheres, but the malice and pain attached to them."
Jiang Kehan looked somewhat helpless, but her eyes were fixed on An Meng.
"Then let me experience whether your pain is worth my hesitation!"
Jiang Kehan's eyes narrowed. She knew that An Meng couldn't hold on for long, and she could slowly wear her down.
But now that the other party has raised questions about me, I have no reason to back down.
She never gave up trying!
Jiang Kehan walked calmly toward An Meng, casually smashing the black ball in the road, and then inflicting pain upon her presence.
"You know what? I've never been afraid of these pains." She looked at An Meng earnestly, like a princess strolling on a grassland, so elegant.
"What I'm really afraid of is that I'm powerless and there's no chance to make amends."
So please take a good look.
"Watch as I tread over the thorns, reach you, and crush you!"
An Meng's rationality was crumbling more and more. She let out a beast-like roar, and wings woven from thorns and covered in blood bruises appeared on her back. She then swung them around and attacked Jiang Kehan.
During her flight, she visibly dissipated into black mist until Jiang Kehan raised her long staff and looked at her resolutely.
"Please remember, you didn't die by your own hand, you were utterly and completely defeated by me!"
The magic continued to flow in, transforming into a beam of light powerful enough to engulf An Meng, awakening her last shred of sanity.
An Meng chuckled as she felt her will strengthened by the rapid dissipation of her flesh and magic power, which, in turn, was amplified by the self-sacrifice.