Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 275: College Competition (Part 4)

Weilin sped forward, but Lingxin turned again, leaving another charred scar on her back. Blood flowed from the black wound, streaming down her pristine white back. Weilin accelerated again, transforming into a flash of red light across the field, and Lingxin was now unable to catch up.

The crimson magic continued to dissipate, and Weilin once again stood on the other side of the field. Only then did the audience see the horrific wound on her back.

"Hahahahaha..." A slightly exaggerated laugh accompanied by panting came out of Weilin's mouth. Her body seemed to be shaking, and the audience on the side also began to talk.

"Oh no! Weilin is really angry this time. I guess this game won't end well." said a freshman.

"So what if he gets angry? Do we have to take the other party's emotions into consideration during the competition?" another student asked doubtfully, with some disdain.

"No, uh... you'll know later." The student next to him pointed at the stage, and the scene changed again.

The long black hair turned red in an instant, and the pupils changed from the usual brown to a dazzling bright red. The long sword in his hand was filled with deep bright red magic, and the sharp blade emitted red light, ready to devour anyone.

Weilin's figure flashed across the field, and Ling Xin in the field was like being rubbed by a flaming lightning. One of the rings was directly broken, and her body was knocked several meters away before she turned flexibly in the air and landed.

At this time, Weilin appeared directly on the other side of the stadium. The stadium with a diameter of more than 800 meters was crossed in an instant, and a track of melting snow appeared on the frost-covered field.

But it was not over yet. Another red mark crossed the wide arena, and Ling Xin was knocked away again. This time, the two rings in her hands that were blocking her were directly cut off, and blood flowed down Ling Xin's arms.

Weilin reappeared on the other side of the field, her entire body enveloped in a crimson magical flame. She swung her sword again, a flash of lightning. The cold blade swung, blood splattering across the field. Limbs were severed, steam billowing from the air. One of Lingxin's wrists was severed.

Cough—vomit—

After rolling on the ground for a long distance, Ling Xin coughed out a pool of blood, soaking a large area of ​​her clothes and the ground. She strangled her severed wrists, her limbs trembling.

But Weilin did not stop there. The crimson figure turned around again, this time grabbing Lingxin's neck directly, lifting her up, and then piercing her abdomen with a sword. The long sword body pierced through Lingxin's back, and blood splattered.

Then Weilin supported Lingxin's neck and let her slowly kneel on the ground. Then she drew out the sword and let the blood flow, staining her dress red.

"Velin wins."

The referee's announcement came late, but it was not intentional. Instead, in the time it took to read out those few words, Weilin had already done everything.

A golden angel shadow appeared above the stadium, and pure white feathers fell from the void and gathered on Ling Xin's body, constantly sealing and healing the wound. Then two teachers of Angel Sequence 7 flew directly over, wrapped Ling Xin in a spherical shield with golden patterns, and then sent her to a special treatment location below.

This bloody scene finally awakened the freshmen to the reality that even a peaceful and welcoming campus could not escape the cruel undertones of the world. Emenas, after all, was a place that nurtured warriors and heroes, and it was destined not to be a greenhouse where these delicate flowers could be fully cared for.

Because the storm will eventually come.

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Many first-year students were not used to it and their faces turned pale, especially Ling Xin's hoarse crying when she was leaving, which made people tremble with fear.

Just when the students were confused, another round of competition began.

"High Tower Academy fifth-year student Xingliu versus Walled City Academy fifth-year student Maggie."

It was another round of tower versus stronghold, with blood still lingering on the field. Two students stepped onto the field ready to go.

A young girl in an exquisite black and blue dress appeared at one side of the field, blinking her crimson eyes as she looked at the other party.

"You green fellows are so bold, treating my juniors like this." Although her tone was neither fast nor slow, one could still sense the anger in it.

"Well...Xiaowei really went too far." A green-haired girl with squinted eyes lifted her skirt to apologize. Her light green top and light yellow skirt looked like blooming flowers.

"Heh, is a salute enough? You don't even say a formal apology." Xing Liu's eyes seemed to be burning with flames. As the referee announced the start of the game, his body turned into a burst of particles, and then combined into a giant black dragon.

The pure black scales reflected bursts of golden light in the setting sun, the huge dragon eyes like ruby ​​overlooked the entire field, wisps of flames overflowed from the mouth full of fangs, and the huge body almost occupied half of the competition venue.

"Well, I'm sorry, as a student of the Cang Cui Empire, it is absolutely not allowed for us to publicly apologize to the students of the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua."

Orange wings like a butterfly appeared behind Maggie, and then her figure slowly rose up, holding two gorgeous swords, one red and one green, shining brightly in her hands.

"Then pay with your life!"

The giant black dragon leaped into the air, its black-scaled wings spread out, and as they flapped, a huge sound of wind was emitted. Blindingly hot flames poured down from above like molten iron, covering the entire arena. Maggie's tiny figure was directly submerged in the torrent of flames.

Steam boiled, molten fire overflowed, and flames and white steam instantly filled the entire venue. The overflowing flames spread downwards like candle tears. Even with the headmaster's shield blocking them, the students could still feel the astonishing heat from the intense flames.

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