Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Lightning descended from the sky, illuminating the black night.

After the dazzling electrical light had faded, the young man holding a Thunder Spear propped himself up on the ground, covered in wounds, his face smeared with mud. He spat out some dirt and once again gazed up at the sky, where an elf with butterfly wings was fluttering.

The golden-haired, dazzling elf girl raised her arms, and tender, jade-green buds grew and extended from the Vine Ring on her wrist, eventually forming an elegant flower-and-foliage bow. Magic Power kept converging, solidifying in the night sky into a spiral arrow that rested on the transparent bowstring.

Her breath continuously rising, intricate Enchanted Patterns formed Arrays spreading out behind her, layer upon layer of light rings gathered around the bow and arrow, appearing delicate yet unmatched.

Then, with fingers releasing, the bowstring vibrated, the layers of light circles instantly converged, and the concentrated force field propelled the arrow forward.

The silver arrow transformed into seven dazzling streaks of light across the night sky, piercing the young man holding the Thunder Spear below, and then his body fell heavily from the night, collapsing into the black, churning soil.

"Saint Ingo Academy wins!" the referee announced loudly.

Today was already the third day of the Winter Festival Banquet. After an incredibly fierce competition, one genius after another from all over Jade Skirt eliminated each other, leaving only four contestants in the end, two of whom were students from Saint Ingo Academy, the remaining two came from Thunder Edge Academy, and one from Crystal Lattice Academy.

Compared to the past, the sixth-ranked Thunder Edge Academy was indeed a dark horse. The young man holding the Thunder Spear had beaten each opponent in an unimaginable way, stepping into the final four, causing astonishment among all the spectators present.

"He's just a sophomore in high school, right? And today's opponent is the number one ranked in Saint Ingo Academy, also a senior student, Funai Perin." Even though she is a senior, considering the growth rate of Elves, Funai Perin is actually 5 years older than the boy.

"Honorable defeat," many in the audience commented in their hearts.

After returning to the Thunder Edge Academy's audience seats, the boy received unanimous consolation and cheers from teachers and students.

"Sweitevi!"

"Sweitevi!"

"Sweitevi!"

"Sweitevi!"

They chanted the young man's name, tossing him high into the air and then catching him, over and over again, attracting the attention of the entire audience.

"Hello everyone, this is Jade Skirt's Channel One. I am excited to introduce the name and background of this legendary youth to all of you!" an announcer in front of the camera explained excitedly and rapidly.

"Sweitevi, a young man from the 'Mineral Star' mining station 'Gess-h412', having had a poor childhood, he vowed to change it all. Under his parents' request, he began learning survival skills…" Although the story told by the presenter was not known to be fully true, such sensational words still moved many Federation residents in front of the video.

Perhaps they saw their own past selves in this young man.

As the importance of Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain declined within the Federation, the economy has been on a downward and lagging trajectory, and too many people long to change it all, and the young man growing up in the mineral extraction station is a typical representative in their eyes.

During the intermission, various stories about Sweitevi spread across the Star Network, and just as people were gradually forgetting the match, another duel began.

Aister from Crystal Lattice Academy against Gess from Saint Ingo Academy.

A youth with silver-blue short hair stepped out, wearing a white and gold-edged Swordsman's outfit, his sidearm, a Mithril Broadsword, a bit cumbersome with densely engraved complex Enchantment patterns on it, akin to circuits.

However, the genius from Saint Ingo Academy did not hold the sword, instead letting it hover quietly beside him, with arms crossed, looking at the opponent walking toward him.

Within Saint Ingo Academy, Gess's rank often fluctuated between third and fourth; his entry into the final four this time was unexpected, as the usually second-ranked Zhu Weilia, and fourth-ranked Nugnan, had been eliminated by the prodigies of Edith Academy, allowing him the fortunate entry to this last semifinal.

"Aister, it's been a year," Gess said to the youth across from him, wearing a black jacket, dressed in functional gear.

"Let's skip the small talk, and begin," said Aister across from him, not in the mood for idle chatter, wearing purple-glowing goggles, with a small box in his hands.

"Seems so," Gess didn't mind either, just felt it would be dull to beat the opponent this way.

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As thought followed heart, Gess raised his hand, and the Mithril Broadsword emitted a trembling sound, then suddenly accelerated, thrusting towards Aister.

"Hmph." Suddenly, Aister couldn't dodge in time; his arm got sliced open by the Mithril Broadsword's edge, a perfectly smooth cut, as cool blood seeped out from the wound and slid down his arm.

Then, his counterattack began.

A snap resonated through the air, his box opened, and one by one, Magic Cube Crystals resembling puzzle cubes rose, gathering beside him, then spinning and combining, forming certain symbols, beams of light emitting from the Magic Cube Crystals, making Connections with others and building a complex raster of light that protected Aister.

Afterward, they exchanged blows, with intense light beams Sweeping across from time to time, and the Mithril-built Broadsword also danced instantly, piercing through layers of Seals and barriers.

Ten minutes later, by a narrow margin, Gess defeated Aister, the broad Mithril Broadsword at the latter's throat, declaring victory.