Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School? Chapter 155 : Chapter 155

Chapter 155: This one strike killed the entire Newcor Competition

After replying to Tan Han, I also quickly cald down.

I was very clear about what I should be doing now.

Right now, I should be on the competition grounds, using my Fireball spellbook to completely blast Tan Han.

Not having a private eting with Tan Han in this unknown place.

So, I should leave here first.

This place, if I'm not mistaken, should be similar to the dream state space from before, or perhaps a consciousness space?

Anyway, it wasn't reality, that's for sure.

My Spirit Vision could clearly tell that this place was all a void.

I had never seen such clean feedback when my Spirit Vision was active, as if there was nothing else here but .

As far as the eye could see, there was only emptiness.

Of course, this excluded the Tan Han before .

At this mont, Tan Han was wrapped in a very dazzling gold, like the first ray of light born in a aningless void.

The golden energy converged into lines, and the threads wove a cage that enveloped Tan Han.

It all looked like a giant loom.

The threads were wrapped around Tan Han, pulling her limbs, repeating bit by bit, as if she were the weaver girl of this loom, weaving her destiny.

The woven fabric floated in the past, its contents her past glories.

And she was constantly weaving the future.

All of this looked so natural, sacred, and inviolable, yet I felt her sorrow.

It was as if she were a marionette, her destiny being controlled.

At this mont, it was as if I had this kind of realization…

“I understand… Spirit Eye, this is its, its true function! To see through destiny, to weave destiny! And that golden power is the raw material for condensing the threads of destiny!”

At this mont, Tan Han suddenly spoke of her understanding with a kind of ecstasy, as if I were nonexistent, like air.

“Have you gone mad…”

I still spoke up to persuade her.

What seeing through destiny, what weaving destiny?

How could these ethereal things be held in a person's hands?

“I forgot… Little Han, you’re here too, but I also have to thank you, really… although I don’t know why the complete liberation of my talent would also drag you in…”

“Huh? You call this situation talent liberation?”

“Perhaps, I’m not sure either, but I discovered… I can weave my own destiny with my own hands, look at my past… all these things…”

Tan Han’s hand gently caressed the past woven by the golden threads, she knew every node like the back of her hand.

Sothing was wrong, very wrong.

“Hmm… she’s really gone mad.”

The feeling Tan Han gave at this mont was completely different from the rich young lady I knew.

Perhaps this was her true nature, perhaps her personality was influenced for so reason, but I still appreciated her from before more.

When facing the unknown, one should first remain skeptical, rather than preconceiving and corresponding it with one's own cognition.

That was a placent thod that would only be adopted when it could not be confird in the end.

It was like a blind man touching an elephant, drawing a conclusion without seeing the whole picture.

That was undoubtedly foolish.

Tan Han believed it was a ans of weaving destiny, a talent for mastering her own fate.

But from my perspective, I only felt that she was like a pitiful, controlled doll.

She was not the one who commanded destiny, but the one who was manipulated by it.

Oh dear really, I was almost influenced by Tan Han.

I almost defaulted to the idea that the golden power was destiny.

How could destiny be sothing that could be seen and touched?

If it truly existed, then it was more likely just a bad thing that played with people.

But I discovered that although I had a “physical body” at this mont, I no longer had my Magic Power Source or my spellbook.

It was as if the current only had the concept of “myself,” and nothing else.

Except for ntal power threads.

Phew Fortunately, there was a power I could use.

I wondered if my ntal power could help at this mont.

My Spirit Vision looked at that loom.

Since it was an existing thing, and I observed it in this form, what kind of feedback would Spirit Vision give ?

Even if I couldn't understand the information from the feedback, what about the basic ans of destruction?

I walked towards Tan Han step by step, towards that giant loom.

But I saw nothing…

“Little Han, what are you doing?”

“I can see the malice in your eyes. Every move you make will be woven in my hands.”

“You want to destroy it?”

“Hehe… You! Can’t do it!”

Tan Han spoke as if she had seen through everything, her tone filled with confidence and certainty.

“How will I know if I don’t try? Just like at the beginning of the match, I’ll say it again, how do you know you can’t do it if you don’t try!”

I retorted.

Then, I went from walking to running, quickly approaching Tan Han.

At this mont, I was so light, and the distance between and Tan Han gradually closed.

This distance was but a fleeting mont.

On the competition grounds?

Hehe, if you hadn’t ntioned it, I would have forgotten.

I will be the one to win this match in the end.

When Tan Han said this, a trace of confusion flashed in her own eyes.

When she wove the last thread, she felt as if the final outco had been decided.

But the process was a blur.

It wasn't until this mont that she discovered she still had so many threads in her hands that had not been woven.

But since the ending was already destined, why were there so many extra threads?

This was what Tan Han was curious about at this mont.

As she was puzzled, the threads in her hand escaped her control and floated rapidly forward.

“So it was to help restrain the unstable factors.”

Tan Han watched as the threads wrapped around my body.

I was already so close to Tan Han, yet I was tripped up by these things at the last mont.

Being entangled by so many threads made look quite pathetic now.

“Tan Han! I suggest you find a mirror and see how nauseating your self-righteous look is.”

I looked at my hand, I had almost touched this machine, what a pity.

Although even I didn't know what the aning of touching it was.

But that feeling of realization was driving to touch it, as if Spirit Vision would tell that it held a huge secret.

“Is that so? But your pathetic state is also quite unsightly.”

“Hehe…”

My only response to Tan Han was a cold laugh.

At this mont, I really wanted to slap her across the face and wake her up!

But as I struggled, I found that I had already touched this loom.

For a mont, I was stunned.

It wasn't that I didn't react, but this mont of contact caused to be washed over by a huge torrent of information in an instant!

At this mont, I finally understood that everything here was a void, including distance.

The feedback from Spirit Vision was also a void, because there was no channel for Spirit Vision to provide feedback.

It was as if Spirit Vision naturally had no feedback for things it hadn't seen.

It was only after I ca into contact with the only aningful thing here that there was a channel for information feedback.

In other words, in this space, touching was the channel for Spirit Vision to “see” and provide feedback.

The void here had even severed the channels for information feedback.

That's why Spirit Vision generated the idea of making touch it, because my current “seeing” was aningless, it was the “seeing” I perceived in the void.

It was equivalent to closing my eyes and not being able to see anything, but I knew through so mysterious way that there was sothing in front of , and my eyes urged to open them.

For this form of “opening my eyes,” it was equivalent to touching the other party here.

At this mont, my brain felt like it had gone mad.

This helpless feeling of being filled with such a huge amount of information reminded of the ti when I hadn't fully mastered Spirit Vision.

That information ca all at once, like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, rushing down in a single go.

The sparsely splashed water droplets were segnts of unfamiliar images.

This feeling made feel as if a long ti had passed, but in reality, it was just an instant.

When the information finally ended, I only rembered one image: Tan Han wins.

And at this mont, I found that those golden threads were no longer obstacles hindering .

They floated nimbly on my shoulders, and I could even feel my ntal power threads being able to casually toy with them.

“Yang Yuehan… you…”

Before Tan Han could finish, I raised my head and stared at her, making her back run cold and her hair stand on end.

“Pa——!”

Imdiately after, a crisp sound echoed here.

This slap landed directly on Tan Han's face.

But it all happened too fast.

I didn't even have ti to admire Tan Han's astonished expression before a sense of weightlessness, like a blackout, ca over .

When I could see clearly again, the cold from the blizzard instantly sent a shiver down my spine.

I'm back?

This was my first reaction.

I didn't expect to co back just by giving Tan Han a big slap?

That was really efficient.

But I quickly realized that my situation wasn't very good, especially looking at Tan Han's huge body transford by the Ancient Glacial Ice.

However, the giant eye that had intimidated before had disappeared.

And at this mont, the Ancient Glacial Ice also made a strange movent, as if subconsciously covering its face.

Seeing this action, I also realized, Tan Han, she was back too!

Indeed, the one who was controlling this transformation before was no longer Tan Han, right?

That eye-like thing was probably the “Spirit Eye” Tan Han ntioned, and also her talent.

She really is a child of destiny, even her talent is so high-end.

But it seems she can't handle this talent yet.

She better not let her talent turn the tables on her.

But thoughts were just thoughts.

I wouldn't let go of this opportunity.

Since I was the first to react, the final blow of this match would be mine.

A spellbook without a carrier on the outside would slowly self-destruct, but it was also the state where it could be used most recklessly.

The spellbook unfolded.

I knew every structure within it like the back of my hand.

Seeing it so clearly now felt very intimate.

After all, this spellbook had been with for a while.

Now it would beco my second spellbook to be played with until it broke.

To completely defeat Tan Han's current transformation spell, I had to break the energy nodes of her current body, break the formation ritual of this spell, and also Tan Han, who was the very core.

If it was just the most ordinary Fireball explosion, the power would be too dispersed.

A Fireball was a Fireball after all, it couldn't break through the defense of this transformation.

Unless I concentrated on one point to break into the core, only then could I shatter the opponent's spell in one fell swoop.

“Then let's mod it into a Fla Cone…”

This was a power-concentrating modification that relied on the most primitive thod of rotating and binding the violent power within the Fireball.

Coupled with the Energy Shield for a pinpoint explosion, the power would be even greater.

Although the Energy Shield would definitely shatter, this directional explosion was mainly just to let suffer fewer injuries.

The modded Fireball would be modified by to be extrely terrifying.

This was not just a matter of increased conversion rate, but also the problem of multiple Magic Power Sources supplying energy simultaneously.

Didn't my first Fireball spellbook accidentally cancel the limit and absorb magic power indefinitely until the spellbook was damaged?

I was using this mistake, or rather, experience, but I would detonate it at the last mont before it couldn't bear it anymore.

I found it sowhat hard to imagine, would such a Fireball still be a Fireball?

But thinking about it, it made sense.

After all, this was an operation that a spellbook could only use once.

“Little Han?”

At this mont, Tan Han also reacted.

In her confusion, she also understood that she had returned.

Her appearance from before, even she herself found it incredible looking back now, but that slap still left a phantom pain on her face.

But there wasn't much ti left for her to think.

Although she felt a little apologetic for the arrogant words she had uttered in that unknown place, she could still distinguish that she was still on the competition grounds.

With such an advantage, she didn't know how she could lose.

“Although I’m very sorry for what I said earlier, I still won't hold back on the competition grounds.”

“Sorry?”

I raised an eyebrow.

I didn't expect Tan Han to apologize to first thing.

Did the slap knock so sense into her?

But it was good that she wasn't so crazy.

That golden power was really not a good thing.

“No need for apologies, let's just get back to a normal match.”

As I spoke, I dodged the ice cones that were flying towards at high speed.

Although there were many of them, I felt as if I had beco more agile at this mont.

Under the effect of Spirit Vision, I could even predict the trajectory of the falling ice cones.

Has my Spirit Vision improved again?

No, my ability to control Spirit Vision has improved!

It was just like that ti when I accompanied Tan Han in ditation.

It seed that every appearance of that Spirit Eye had brought good things?

Although it had also caused great trouble before this.

But as I moved, I seed to see a wisp of gold float by, but my attention quickly focused back on the competition grounds before .

“Rest assured! I will use my most powerful ans to give you the grandest defeat.”

Tan Han said as she waved her ice wand.

Her tone contained no mockery, but respect for this battle.

Defeating the opponent with the most powerful ans was the greatest respect for the opponent!

“What?”

I watched as the blizzard that instantly swept over condensed into a teor like a star.

This was the true form of the Ancient Glacial Ice.

It carried the montum of ancient tis, as if crossing the long river of antiquity to rush towards , freezing the air with absolute zero cold.

This strike seed to shatter space, making the entire area echo with the sound of breaking.

The piercing, sharp sound echoed throughout the entire arena.

Even the audience, protected by the solidified spells of the stands, subconsciously covered their ears.

This match seed to have co to a close at this mont.

Tan Han subconsciously looked at the referee teacher beside her, but the other party was not in a hurry to announce it.

But the spectator stands erupted in thunderous cheers.

After all, under such an attack, even a senior student would have no possibility of resisting, right shouldn't they just prepare a Resurrection Spell directly?

And this competition would be the most exciting newcor competition they had ever seen!

It seed that the entire arena was echoing with Tan Han's na.

It wasn't until a figure appeared that the arena fell silent again.

“How is that possible? I watched you get…”

The most shocked was none other than Tan Han.

And she also knew why the referee didn't declare her the winner.

So was it all just her self-righteousness again?

She recalled that place before, being scolded for being self-righteous…

So realizing one's own self-righteousness, even without looking in a mirror, one could feel how ridiculous one was.

“Just an Illusory Clone.”

After a simple explanation, I once again headed towards Tan Han.

I leaped up, my toes tapping on the Energy Shield.

After all, if I didn't go up, I wouldn't be able to touch Tan Han's weak point.

After all, using a spellbook at such an overload, the spell released could no longer be cast in a normal way, so I would have to be the one to send this spell on its final journey!

At this mont, Energy Shields began to stack in front of my body, one layer, two layers, three layers…

The spellbook was constantly absorbing my remaining magic power, while I was competing with the Fireball spellbook for magic power until it was exhausted.

After all, the magnitude of this Fireball was definitely not sothing that a few layers of Energy Shields could withstand.

Even with a directional explosion, the damage I myself would suffer would be terrifying.

It seed the Energy Shield spellbook would have to make so sacrifices as well.

“What is this?”

Tan Han could naturally see what was in my hand.

That was a spellbook!

Such terrifying energy fluctuations even made her heart palpitate!

But she could also see that this spellbook had already exceeded its load.

Using a spellbook like this was simply a reckless waste of a priceless object!

“Little Han! Are you crazy! You’re using such a powerful spellbook like this! It’s just a match, for the sake of victory, this is not worth it at all!”

“Hehe, just a Fireball.”

“What?”

Tan Han looked at in disbelief, and at the casual tone with which I had just spoken.

A Fireball?

How was that possible?

But Tan Han didn't have ti to react.

The ice wand constructed by the spell in her hand t the spell in my hand.

I didn't dodge, but instead t the very core of this ice wand, that frost core.

It was also one of the most important energy nodes of this transformation spell.

Shatter it!

Then Tan Han's weakness would be completely exposed before !

At this mont, the Fireball in my hand turned into a spiral cone, with a sky full of raging flas behind it.

This was all dissipated magic power converted into fire elents, which proved that this spellbook had reached its end.

The mont Tan Han's ice wand core ca into contact with my flas, a terrifying explosion occurred.

The fire elent and ice elent clashed on the level of transcendent energy, causing a terrifying explosion.

The shockwave that instantly stirred up from the explosion was mixed with terrifying frost particles and spread outwards.

The students in the stands also subconsciously raised their hands to protect their heads.

But the solidified spells in the stands were not the temporary solidified spells on the field.

In the end, the shockwave and ice blocks were all blocked at the edge.

Even though the audience was not injured, it still scared many of the students in the front rows to death.

But it was far from over.

“Visually estimate, what is the magic power conversion rate of this Fireball?”

The Transcendent Witches were now discussing such topics with great interest.

“20%?”

A hesitant voice sounded, it was obvious this teacher was guessing.

“The peak conversion rate is 40%, right? I’ll guess double that.”

This teacher directly said she was guessing.

“To be precise, it should be 56%.”

In the end, Lina spoke up, ending this topic of speculation.

“Lina? Why are you back?”

“The things are ready, of course. Looks like the winner is about to be decided.”

Lina turned to look at the arena.

Even though she was very curious, how would Yang Yuehan lose?

That's right, it was how Yang Yuehan would lose.

“A Fireball with a 56% magic power conversion rate? What kind of joke are you telling?”

“It’s not impossible, it’s just that you can’t do it.”

“Don't forget, she took out the spellbook. With this strike, she never intended to take the spellbook back intact. A peak value of 56% is nothing strange.”

“That seems to be true.”

At this ti.

Because of that explosion, the shattered glacial ice instantly tore through the several layers of Energy Shields on my body.

The remaining layers faintly made feel not so safe anymore, but it should be enough.

At most it would just be serious injuries, right?

I hadn't experienced serious injuries yet.

And the injuries of the contestants were borne by the academy.

I hadn't forgotten this point, otherwise, if they fought while injured, the Newcor Competition would not be completed in just five days.

But my Magic Power Source was already depleted.

I grabbed my Witch Cape.

Although it was useless, it could still give a false sense of security.

As for the Witch Hat?

That had long since flown off to who knows where.

“Boom——!”

The terrifying clash finally produced a terrifying roar.

This explosion was even more terrifying than the previous one.

This was the result of a complete over-limit modded Fireball colliding with the core of a transformation spell.

The direct contact between the magical energy sources of ice and fire, even the referee on the side could not remain calm.

So she silently cast a Protective Spell on herself.

The Fireball turned into a flaming spear and pierced into the core of the Ancient Glacial Ice.

The terrifying explosion blood in the center of the arena like the grandest art.

The terrifying heat wave, accompanied by solid ice, once again sprinkled the entire arena, giving the audience a second shock.

The Protective Spell in the stands even rippled.

This one strike didn't seem to end this match, but directly killed the entire Newcor Competition!

The very first match gave all the students a newcor shock, like a heavy hamr, completely ending the competitions that had not yet proceeded.

Because the climax of the entire 5-day Newcor Competition had ended in the first match on the opening day.

When the explosion sounded, the referee, as well as Lina, rushed towards the arena.

In their impression, this level of explosion was naturally not sothing a newcor could withstand.

Tan Han had the transformation spell to take it head-on, at worst she would lose consciousness, so what did Yang Yuehan rely on?

That ridiculous Energy Shield that only consud a little magic power?

What was the difference between that and paper?

Although a huge cloud of dust and smoke covered the entire arena, a figure flying backwards was still very conspicuous.

That's right, the person who flew backwards was .

Even when I fell to the ground, I tumbled several tis due to inertia.

Fortunately, I landed “safely,” barely considered seriously injured?

Multiple fractures?

So this is what the sound of a bone breaking is like…

Anyway, I wasn't dead, that's what mattered.

My body had completely lost consciousness.

I was very heartbroken when the Energy Shield was damaged for the first ti.

The solid ice broke several layers of my Energy Shield.

The Energy Shield was excellent at resisting energy, but it was much weaker against this kind of physical attack.

The main thing was that I had even removed the energy consumption limit of the Energy Shield, otherwise, in that short period of ti, how could my Energy Shield spell compete with the Fireball for magic power?

When I go back this ti, the Energy Shield spellbook will also need good maintenance.

Using it like this, I'm afraid the Energy Shield spellbook will also be damaged.

Fortunately, it didn't break.

As long as it's not broken, there's a possibility of maintenance and repair.

“You’re okay? Your Energy Shield was also modded?”

A sudden voice ca from not far away, but I could no longer see who was coming.

It was probably the referee or so teacher…

“Don’t move, let heal you.”

As Lina finished speaking, I felt a strange power flowing into my body.

At this mont, my body, which had not yet reacted, was stimulated by this, and excruciating pain swept through my whole body.

Sotis, you don't cry out in pain because it's not painful enough.

Just like now, I felt that even breathing was pulling at my throat to wail.

My whole body convulsed as if it was completely out of control.

This so-called healing spell completely stimulated at this mont, letting my body react to what was called serious injury, what was called pain.

“You brat, did your blood rush to your head so much that you completely disregarded your own life?”

Lina couldn't help but say as she looked at my miserable state at this mont.

At this ti.

On arena No. 1.

The referee looked at Tan Han, who was lying on the debris of the Ancient Glacial Ice.

At this mont, Tan Han's consciousness was also at its last thread.

She looked at the referee with difficulty, but before she could express anything, she fainted.

Then the referee looked at No. 14, who was far away on the other side, and finally spoke.

“No. 14 is out of the arena, No. 1 Tan Han wins.”

Her tone as a referee had no hint of excitent for anyone.

Strictly speaking, it should be a mutual defeat, but she had to make a conclusion.

The result of a draw would be another fight, but there wasn't enough here for them to ss around again.

“dical staff, move quickly! What are you standing there for!”

After being shouted at, the volunteer senior sisters who were hiding behind the spectator stands Protective Spell finally arrived at the battlefield in the fastest way possible.

This battle only ca to an end at this mont.

And the spectator stands erupted with the most sensational and enthusiastic cheers and applause, even though the two contestants they were cheering for could no longer hear their passion at this mont.