Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1009 - 107 Star Song Academy_2

After Wei Ke went to open the door, a blonde girl dressed in gothic style walked in, with a small floating doll beside her carrying her backpack.

"Long time no see, Sister Tilan." Upon entering, she first lifted her skirt and bowed, then lightly pressed the hem of her skirt in front with both hands and raised her head.

"It's Alice." Tilan recognized the genius puppeteer who graduated from Loath Eye Academy.

Alice Narlanphilly, a grade below Tilan, had just entered the 'Star Song Academy' this year. In just a few months, her astonishing talent had caught the school's attention, quickly surpassing the reputations of seniors Aileen and Wei Ke. freewebnoveℓ.com

Towards Wei Ke and Elena, although Alice was polite, she was not particularly close to them. Her personality, like her appearance, was exquisite, glamorous, and somewhat cold; her studies and work were extremely meticulous, perhaps a habit cultivated in the slow process of creating dolls. Her etiquette was flawless, yet lacked warmth, always leaving a faint impression.

The only exception was in front of Tilan, where Alice would be slightly different. Although she appeared cold on the surface, if asked to accomplish something, she would work very hard.

Once during high school, Tilan had asked her why she felt close to her, and Alice answered with an admiration akin to seeing a beautiful, perfect artwork, expressing a heartfelt liking and a desire to be near Tilan.

The metaphor was so intriguing that Tilan wondered if geniuses from Loath Eye Academy had historically peculiar personalities.

After the four of them sat down, they continued their previous conversation, mostly led by Tilan and Aileen, with occasional inputs from Wei Ke, whereas Alice spoke very little, but according to Tilan's perception, Alice seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

In the afternoon, the four of them took a walk around the school, with buildings mostly simple and modest, lacking elements of novelty, except for the lake in the eastern part of the campus, where the scenery was serene and beautiful, occasionally seeing students strolling and laughing along the lakeside woods.

At dusk, Tilan bid farewell to the three after reminiscing and then departed in the sunset.

On the return journey, the girl gazed at the sunset horizon and the peaceful campus below, feeling a sense of calm and ease, smoothing away some emotions accumulated over time.

...

In the few days that followed, Tilan had managed to find several familiar classmates and rivals from high school, mostly smoothly. However, she encountered a bit of trouble with Bennett.

It wasn't that Bennett, her old acquaintance, was putting on airs, but his companion expressed a desire to challenge Tilan to a duel.

"I've heard this guy say long ago what an honor it was to have been in the same high school as Miss Tilan, and how impressive Miss Tilan was."

"To be honest, while I have no doubt about Miss Tilan's extraordinary talent in singing, claiming she's equally strong in swordsmanship is somewhat hard to believe."

"If I don't seize today's encounter to exchange moves, there will always be a doubt lingering in my mind."

"To dispel this curiosity and witness Bennett's so-called peerless genius, I humbly ask Miss Tilan to show her prowess." The other person was particularly obsessed with combat martial arts.

She could choose to agree or refuse, but after contemplating, the girl chose to agree because it had been a while since she truly fought against a transcendent of the same rank.

After tying her hair into a high ponytail, Tilan walked into the battle arena, her fingers grasped in the air, slowly forming an ice crystal long sword. Although its strength was not comparable to high-rank transcendent blades, it felt quite handy, and she wouldn't be heartbroken if it broke.

Seeing this scene, Bennett was quite eager as it had been a long time since he last saw Tilan showcase her skill.

The sky was pure blue, a gentle breeze blowing through the open-air battle arena, and the youth staring intensely at the girl entering the arena, clutching the scabbard with one hand and pressing the blade with the other, his body tensed like a drawn bowstring, poised to strike.

Suddenly, a blue streak shot from the scabbard, rapidly swirling and flickering like a crescent moon.

"Swoosh—"

As the blue streak engulfed the girl, the sound of glass shattering erupted, the flawless crescent moon bursting with fragments flying everywhere.

Pale blue fragments still scattered in the air, his gaze sharpened, and he lunged forward, wielding his straight blade through a golden electric glow. The imprint patterns on it instantly lit up, bursting with golden electricity.

Drawing the blade, striking, and slashing, all in one fluid sequence, almost simultaneously executed, any slight hesitance from an opponent would result in swift decapitation by the glittering blade.

However, the girl he faced was unwavering, simultaneously cutting through the side-attacking crescent streak with her sword, swiftly engaging her opponent. Their figures morphed like residual images, with only the sounds of concentrated electric sparks and ice shards.

After a few seconds, they halted, separated, with Tilan's sleeve showing some frayed edges but her body uninjured, whereas the youth's face had turned pale, though there was no visible blood, only he knew how many thin ice shards had pierced his body, the gradual seep of cold causing even his Magic Power-circulating body to shiver in icy tremors.

Swirling the ice sword, its exposed gaps recondensed and merged, turning transparent and flawless again as Tilan turned back, looking at her opponent with interest.

This guy's strength wasn't bad, though his tone was a bit arrogant, no wonder he was so confident before.

"Shall we continue?" Tilan felt she had exerted about thirty percent of her strength.

The opponent grimaced, enduring the seeping cold within, tightly gripping the blade.

"Continue, I want to unleash my strongest move." He was still somewhat unwilling.

Then, a rush of vitality surged, producing faint white strands of mist from his body, his whole being simmering, exuding heat and Magic Power. He slowly brought the blade to his front with both hands, then suddenly leaped, appearing as a crimson lightning zigzagging through the air.

'Heretic Blood Art - Four Slashes of Space Folding!'

In his vision, four blood-colored blade beams appeared instantaneously, with uncanny angles, simultaneously attacking the girl on the ground from different directions. Such blood-colored cold midst, upon sight, arrived directly in front, yet with a slight spatial skew, meaning even if seen, the actual and perceived positions differed, making defense challenging, forcing direct confrontation.

If it were herself three years ago, she might have been injured, just like when faced with Sevia La, struck by the triple-fold slashes during Wingsbeat.

But now, she employed the same moves Sevia La once used.

'Fairies secret technique - Wingsbeat.'

The pale blue figure darted across the sky, with four silver snowy sword glows interlacing, slicing and crushing the incoming blood-colored blade beams.

Finally, the youth, covered with sword wounds and blood gashes, fell from the sky, crashing to the ground like mud, his face pale as paper, even his vision starting to blur.

Despite having controlled her strength a lot, the power and speed of her sword were inherently potent; not dismembering him on the spot was rather extreme.

Tilan descended slowly, then waved her hand, releasing a gentle ice mist, coagulating the blood on his wounds and healing some of the more severe internal injuries, saving his life.

Then, several watching students called an ambulance, and he was sent to the hospital for treatment.

"President Tilan is indeed formidable; her ability now surpasses even what it was back then." Bennett stepped forward to praise.

Many spectators were deeply shocked; after all, the youth wasn't an obscure figure at all, but one of the top elite genius individuals in the school.

Then, several observing students called an ambulance, and he was sent to the hospital for treatment.

"President Tilan is indeed formidable; her ability now surpasses even what it was back then." Bennett stepped forward to praise.

Many spectators were deeply shocked; after all, the youth wasn't an obscure figure at all, but one of the top elite genius individuals in the school.