Chapter 83. Quickly Go Invite the President to Take Action
The massive Gladiator Arena suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and almost everyone found it hard to believe their eyes for a moment.
So, what just happened? Weren't they supposed to have a match? Why did it suddenly end?
In the stands, many Witches hadn't even clearly seen what had just transpired. They only saw the Thirteenth Team's Little Captain rush forward, then that arrogant country bumpkin threw a punch, and then there was no 'then'.
What the heck did I just watch? I can't help but feel that this Little Captain's strength might be a bit too weak?
Many of the onlookers thought so in their hearts.
However, such thoughts were quickly overturned by themselves, after all, that was the captain of the Thirteenth Enforcement Squad.
Many Witches present were well aware of the strength of the school patrol team, who patrolled the Witch Academy every day, especially those problematic students who had violated school rules and fought with the school patrol team in the past.
Witches who could join the Thirteenth Enforcement Squad were always the most outstanding experts in the Armed Society, and to become a captain, one needed to rank within the top fourteen in the entire Armed Society, so there was absolutely no doubt about the strength of this Little Captain.
What's more, this Little Captain was also a celebrity in the Witch Academy. She used to be very active in the Big Colosseum, basically the type who would rarely refuse a challenge as long as she was free. She was easy to talk to and very popular among students. She was not only the mascot within the Armed Society but also a highly popular star in the entire Witch Academy, and many Witch students really liked this senior.
And her strength had already been proven through her victories in past duels; she was a true powerhouse.
So, the question is, why did such a powerful Little Captain lose so badly this time? She was instantly killed on the spot.
Was this a fixed match? Or was this seemingly unsophisticated young lady who came to challenge them today really that formidable?
Therefore, after the silence, the stands became lively, and the onlookers began to argue over this issue.
"Screw this, refund! Is this a fixed match?"
"Exactly, exactly! Little Captain, your acting skills are terrible. Where's your immortal body? Where's your regeneration ability?"
"This is too ridiculous. Directly hitting their fist with her head, that's suicide."
"That's it? I could do that too."
"Don't say it, I just saw someone setting up a bet on the Magic Net's black market, and someone actually bet that the Armed Society would be humiliated today, and they even threw in a large sum of money. This must be an inside job, this Little Captain probably took money."
Some Witch students who hadn't understood what happened started to clamor, while another group of Witches began to refute such views.
"Nonsense, Alice, the Little Captain, is not that kind of person."
"You self-proclaimed kings of talk just babble. You didn't understand anything, so what are you talking about? Go back and train your eyesight more before watching matches."
"Sigh, it's not Alice, the senior's fault. It can only be said that the opponent's strength is too great. I feel like I've seen a second Madeline, the President."
"She truly lives up to being the woman the Student Council Presidenthas her eyes on. This young lady really has something."
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The two groups thus began their passionate verbal sparring, and at this time, the large contingent of onlookers who had already seen a big scoop here on the Magic Net also began to arrive at the scene.
These air-dropped onlookers arrived a bit late; the match was already over by the time they got there, so they didn't actually see anything. But that didn't stop them from smoothly joining the fray after hearing others explain what had just happened, starting to be objective and rational, or simply not caring and just speaking for the sake of fun.
"Mm-hmm, although I didn't see the match, I also think this Little Captain took money."
"Get lost, if you didn't see the match, what are you talking about? Can't you be as realistic as me? From what I know of Alice, the Little Captain, she probably just genuinely sucks."
"I think you all have a point, so when's the next round? I've already missed one scoop, I want to eat something hot quickly."
Well, one can only say that Witches are indeed the super-evolved race of humans; even with great power, the humanity revealed during these squabbles still has that familiar taste.
However, these onlookers of varying strengths might not have understood what just happened, but in the VIP section of the stands, most of the Thirteenth Enforcement Squad members could discern something, especially the other twelve captains, who each widened their eyes, filled with disbelief.
Their expressions began to turn serious and solemn. If before, they had only given this unassuming, unsophisticated challenger a second glance out of respect for the Student Council President, now, they each felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
They knew that the Armed Society might truly be in trouble this time.
"Quick, immediately contact the President."
The steady senior Witch, Mia, who had earlier allowed Alice to go on stage, began to instruct her adjutant beside her. Subsequently, the adjutant took the order and quickly flew out of the Gladiator Arena to find the invincible President to stabilize the situation.
And seeing the adjutant leave, Mia, knowing that the President would arrive soon, felt her heart settle. She only needed to maintain the situation for now.
"Mia, this person is not easy to deal with. I almost didn't understand how Little Alice lost just now. Her wild intuition is very tricky, so why did it fail this time?"
"Yeah, Mia, did you see what happened clearly? Where's Little Alice's self-healing ability? Her normally unkillable self-healing ability is the most disgusting; every time I fight her, I'm miserable. There's no way she could be instantly killed."
"Mia, this young lady of the Student Council President seems to be a Dragon Witch like you. Being so powerful, she shouldn't be a minor character, right? Do you know her?"
The steady senior Witch, Mia, hadn't even had time to speak before her mind buzzed from the magical transmissions of her companions.
However, her teammates couldn't be blamed for acting this way. As the captain of the Thirteenth Team, she was the one in charge of the Armed Society in the absence of the President.
It's just that...
"Sigh, you all ask me, but who am I supposed to ask?"
The Dragon Witch sighed, feeling very weary.
Fortunately, as the second strongest person in the Armed Society, second only to the President, she still managed to discern quite a few things.
Firstly, as a teammate, Mia was quite familiar with Little Alice's strength, having often sparred with her within the Society.
This young junior was a true genius; not only was her magic powerful, but her talent and specialties were also impeccable.
She was a rare dual-racial template Witch, meaning she inherited templates from two major races simultaneously.
Of course, while such dual-racial template Witches were rare, they weren't necessarily powerful, as talent and specialties still depended on compatibility.
If the compatibility was poor—for example, inheriting a water talent from one parent and a fire talent from another, and these two talents clashed, hindering each other—this situation would be very awkward, leading to the Little Witch being frail and sickly from a young age.
In such cases, the Little Witch would do best to choose one path from the water and fire templates and directly degenerate the other talent.
This process of degenerating a talent was very damaging to the body and extremely painful, but it had to be done for a better future.
Therefore, in some circumstances, this dual template could even be considered a congenital illness.
But similarly, if the two talents had excellent compatibility and complemented each other, then such a dual-racial template Witch would be very powerful.
And as Mia knew, Little Alice was just such a powerful dual-talented Witch; her paternal lineage was a werewolf, and her maternal lineage was a bloodline.
Werewolves and bloodlines, while these two races were sworn enemies, this was merely a matter of acquired grievances. Looking at the fundamental nature of their powers, the two almost originated from the same source and complemented each other.
Alice, who inherited both racial templates, was already a true Child of the Blood Moon. She possessed both the werewolf's keen beastly intuition and terrifying strength, and the bloodline's unique blood energy talent and extreme speed.
Even the already powerful self-healing abilities of werewolves and bloodlines were superimposed in her, becoming even more formidable, almost a low-tier version of an immortal body, with a frighteningly thick health bar.
Not to mention, bloodlines also had the talent to summon the Blood Moon, and werewolves would go berserk under the red moon. These two combined were simply unstoppable.
Of course, Little Alice was still young, and her combat system hadn't fully matured yet. Thus, high-ranking captains like them could still suppress her. However, in a few years, when the Little Witch grew a bit older, even Mia, as the first seat, would get a headache just thinking about the fully developed Alice.
But even the current Alice was already quite formidable. Mia could easily defeat her, but a one-shot kill was absolutely impossible for her, and not just for her, even President Madeline would find it very difficult to achieve such a feat.
After all, Little Ati's Wild Intuition (SSR) talent, inherited from her werewolf template, had been honed to be very precise. As long as someone harbored killing intent towards her, she would almost instantly perceive it and quickly dodge or defend.
The bloodline's speed allowed her to evade calmly, and her powerful self-healing ability meant she would never lose out even if she traded blows, which was very annoying.
However, in the recent battle, all of Alice's abilities seemed to have failed. At first, Mia wondered if Alice had been careless or made a mistake, but after carefully recalling the previous scene in her mind, she was astonished to find that the Little Witch had truly given her all.
The second before Alice made close contact with that young lady, Little Ati made a subtle shift in movement, seemingly having sensed killing intent and preparing to dodge. But the final result was that she did dodge, but she somehow precisely moved her head right into the opponent's fist, and then was cleanly and decisively headshotted.
However, if it was just a shattered head, that wasn't really a serious injury for Alice; she should have been able to continue fighting. But the reality was that the Little Witch was instantly killed, as if her cheat-like self-healing ability had been disabled.
Then, that seemingly unpretentious punch from the young lady must not have been that simple after all. Could it have had some kind of instant-kill effect attached to it?
Mia was momentarily unsure.
But one thing was certain: this young lady seemed very familiar with Alice's moves. Otherwise, she couldn't have attacked with such precise targeting.
And if the opponent had Alice's information, what about everyone else's?
Upon considering this possibility, Mia's heart gradually sank.
This young lady was not easy to deal with.
But then again, wasn't this a faction assessment? Since the opponent had already defeated Alice, theoretically, she should have passed, right? There seemed to be no need to continue fighting.
Mia suddenly thought of this point.
If she were to declare the opponent qualified now, it seemed she could avoid the upcoming battle.
It's just that...
They had been so thoroughly provoked; how could the Armed Societypossibly avoid a fight? What kind of Armed Witch would they be if they feared battle?
So...
"Rena, you're next. Try to buy some time. The President will be here soon."
Mia transmitted her message to the second seat next to her.
"Understood, leave it to me."
In the VIP box of the second team next door, a wild, curvaceous, yet scantily clad dark-skinned beast-eared Witch stood up and said confidently,
Scummy Witch on standby.
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