She Is Not a Witch

The battle on the coast was earth-shattering. The towering golem as tall as a mountain, golden swords dancing in the sky, and the silver-haired girl twirling beneath the moon—it was like a scene from a legendary hero’s tale, deeply moving.

In comparison, although there were more people involved in the city’s battles, they paled in comparison to the coastal duel in terms of sheer intensity.

“No way, no way, Lingxin, tell me this isn’t real.” Laniel frantically shook her companion’s arm.

The two girls stood atop a clock tower, watching the earth-shaking battle in the distance. Laniel’s jaw had nearly dropped in surprise. How could that shy little Lacy be so formidable in combat? She was even stronger than many of their senior graduates.

At Emenas, there were five grade levels. Each year had evaluations, and failing meant repeating a year. Anyone who repeated more than three times was automatically expelled. Except for the rarest of geniuses, higher grades were naturally stronger than lower ones.

Most graduates were around Sequence 6, with very few reaching Sequence 5 or 7. Sequence 7 was generally the highest level in a small country or province. Typically, only large countries had Sequence 8 individuals, like the Snow Flower Seven Countries. Superpowers might have a few Sequence 9s, but they rarely appeared in public, and most people never saw one.

“That’s why I said you couldn’t beat her,” Lingxin said helplessly, pulling back her constantly shaken arm.

“How did you figure it out, Lingxin?” Laniel asked curiously.

“Hmm, intuition, I guess. She moves so harmoniously. I love dancing, so I understand that state better.”

“It’s as if everything around her is under her control. She doesn’t use an ounce more or less strength than necessary—perfect balance. She achieves this so naturally, which is why I’m amazed.”

“Is that why you’re so agile and fast, running circles around those guys?” Laniel said, earning a light knock on the head from her friend.

“What are you talking about? I take this very seriously.”

“I’m asking seriously too, Lingxin~”

As the giant golem by the sea crumbled, cut into pieces by seven or eight crescent-like arcs of light, the battle in the city also changed.

Seeing the golem’s defeat, the allied forces of Tisphone, Nisos, and Anemis families lost morale. They began to waver dramatically, with some starting to retreat and flee.

If such a tall and sturdy golem could be cut apart and destroyed, these people of lesser strength saw no hope of victory. Rather than waiting for Carithes’ young lady to come and kill them, they’d rather escape quickly.

Some squad captains, seeing this scene, found it impossible to stop. As supernatural beings themselves, they were even more aware of how terrifying that young lady was. If that red lightning that split heaven and earth had struck the city, it could have instantly reduced the merchant association headquarters to dust.

If there had been any hope of victory, they would never have given up so easily. But the gap was too great; it was no longer a situation where sheer numbers could win.

Several red trajectories cut through the night sky, and the few blue golems in the city were also destroyed by Loranhil, exploding into pieces. This further terrified the enemy, who lost all will to fight. The sound of fleeing and discarding armor filled the air, with everyone fearing to be left behind.

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On the west side of Hopland city, Fernelton was being escorted out of the city by a group of guards. He was on horseback, surrounded by many personal guards.

Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by a pile of debris. About twenty large wooden crates were randomly stacked together, scattered across the road, with the middle pile about five or six meters high.

“What’s going on? Why are there so many objects on this road?”

The guard captain frowned, somewhat worried. He sent a few riders to charge forward, intending to push through and clear a small path.

But at that moment, a wooden crate was suddenly thrown down from above. With a loud crash, it immediately knocked down two riders, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the night, the torch-bearing crowd finally saw clearly that a ‘young man’ was sitting atop these wooden crates.

He wore a pair of coarse short pants and carried a large wolf-toothed club on his shoulder. He leaped down from the high place, landing on the open ground in front, sending dust flying. Some sand particles sprayed out, stinging as they hit people’s skin.

“Who are you?” the lead guard shouted angrily.

“I’m Bard, from Gray Thorn County.”

Faced with nearly a hundred elite guards, the young man showed no fear. The power surging in his blood gave him immense confidence.

“Kill him!”

Without time to deal with this youth, the captain of the personal guard immediately gave the order.

A dense volley of crossbow bolts shot out. The young man swung his large wolf-toothed club like a thousand-pound hammer, creating a huge wave of air that immediately swept away these bolts.

The fragile scrap iron wolf-toothed club naturally wasn’t this strong, but when infused with that special magical power, it could form a heavy field. This was the unique ability of the Beast of Boiling Blood profession.

After swatting away these mosquito-like crossbow bolts, Bard strode forward. His heavy footsteps were like those of an advancing giant beast, or like a great drum beating in everyone’s hearts, thudding loudly.

Shhink——

With the sound of swords being drawn, the Nisos family’s personal guards, holding cold blades, charged towards the youth in the darkness, their backs to the firelight.

These personal guards were all above Sequence 2, fully armored. As their warhorses slightly increased speed, the gleaming sword blades refracted flashes of light in the air, cutting through the atmosphere and leaving trails of cold light as they slashed at the young man, carving bloody gashes across his body, blood splashing everywhere.

Intense pain came from all over his body. Bard gritted his teeth, forcefully resisting the urge to retreat and flee, continuing to swing that large wolf-toothed club.

The silver-haired girl had once warned him that his supernatural profession wasn’t skilled in speed, so he shouldn’t try to dodge those agile enemies. Instead, he should focus his thoughts on attacking. As long as he could land one hit, it would be enough. The pulsing muscles and heavy force could be trusted.

The large wolf-toothed club immediately struck the warhorse in front of him. The horse’s flesh rippled like waves before it was sent flying backward, its neck broken. The horse’s head was thrown into the air, spraying a large amount of blood, some of which wet Fernelton’s cheeks in the far back.

In the cold night, the warm horse blood flowed from his face into his neck. Fernelton screamed in terror.

The shattered horse body immediately blocked the charging riders behind. Bard took the opportunity to step forward, his feet pushing off the ground as he leaped into the air.

[Fearless of wounds, focus entirely on one strike, advance with this, unstoppable!]

This was his way of fighting.

In the air above the street, Fernelton saw this young man approaching within arm’s reach. His whole body was taut with bulging blood vessels, his face fierce, blue veins protruding, like a roaring wild beast. He was completely stunned, standing motionless.

A thunderous sound wave rang out in Hopland. In the middle of the street appeared a large crater with cracked stone slabs, a mangled corpse lying within.

Beside the crater, a young man howled to the sky. His voice was like thunder, or like a lonely giant beast in the wilderness.