Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School? Chapter 230 : Chapter 230

Chapter 230: The Obsession with Destroying the Wizard Tower Shocks the Angel

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Even with protection and transformation spells, the opponent held an absolute advantage in strength at this mont.

Likewise, this battle also cured my problem of being a spellcaster who liked close combat.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

“Of course. I just redecorated your Flying Floating Island, which consud a lot of energy. But I didn't expect you guys from Holy Angel Academy to be so fragile. What a waste of my magic power.”

In the lulls between clashes, I was also thinking about how to deal with this trouble.

The Floating Spells had already appeared by my side, suppressing the few Holy Angel "followers" who were providing protection.

The guy before , nad Aqier, was definitely a figure like Tan Han was to the Witch Academy.

In other words, a leading figure.

I didn't know if he was also a Child of Destiny, but even without looking, he probably was.

After all, since the Holy Angel Academy was participating in this exchange competition to carve up destiny, they must have their own Child of Destiny, right?

Otherwise, were they just here to be foils?

Moreover, the opponent's Holy Armor blessed by the Holy Light and that cross-shaped sword, regardless of weapon quality, just the power of that Holy Light was more terrifying than any weapon I had ever seen.

Every slash caused terrifying destruction.

If it hit my shield, it would shatter it directly.

It seed that after this exchange competition, I would have to try and see if I could obtain so more powerful protective spells.

The current protective spells were all basic consumption spells, and even with slight modding, they were starting to feel inadequate.

Only the Protection of the Elental Spirit was decent enough, but it was a protection, not a shield, and its consumption was also very high.

Only soone like with a magic power source cap in the thousands, plus sufficient recovery potions, would dare to play like this.

“Witch… get serious! Do you think you've been playing this whole ti!”

Aqier let out an inner roar.

He was furious.

His killing intent almost made his eyes bloodshot.

Every attack was aid at killing the opponent, but the opponent's will to fight wasn't high.

Compared to him, it seed more like they were playing.

Those flashy spell effects were individually weak, but they managed to tie down his teammates and even neutralize his attacks.

He knew this was how a spellcaster should fight, but from the attitude of the opponent, the longer it dragged on, the more he felt like a clown being toyed with.

“I'm just thinking about why our battle has reached a stalemate. You should understand that when transcendent powers clash, a stalemate is an accidental situation. Can you tell why?”

“Because… you haven't been fighting to kill!”

Aqier couldn't understand why the other party would say sothing so incomprehensible.

A stalemate, wasn't that the point of determining a winner?

As expected, witches have problems with their brains.

“Lacking a serious attitude? Killing intent like yours? A desire to kill you like this?”

As my voice fell, Aqier suddenly felt that the way the other party looked at him seed to have changed.

The magic wand in their hand was no longer waved frivolously, but was pointing straight at him.

Then, a thin, scorching line shot out.

Even with his extrely high combat expertise, he could only manage to block it with the flat of his sword.

But with a loud explosion, he felt a huge force and a terrifying impact from the cross-shaped sword in his hand.

The next mont, the sound of shattering tal was heard.

His weapon was shattered by the opponent.

How was that possible?

This was a cross-shaped sword protected by Holy Light.

The blade shattering ant that the last attack had broken through the Holy Light protection.

If the opponent had such a move, why drag it out until now to use it?

“Indeed, interesting.”

I was very satisfied with this armor-piercing effect of the Evocation Spell's focused point application.

It was a technique originally developed to break through the iron turtles of the Dwarf Academy.

But now, what I found interesting wasn't the power of the Fireball's "focused point" or the fact that it shattered the opponent's cross-shaped sword.

It was this thod of attacking with the so-called ntality of killing the opponent.

In my past life, I had read many novels where characters would frequently display killing intent and murderous aura, which was indeed very exciting to read, but I had never tried it myself.

One's living environnt shapes their thinking.

An orderly society does not promote violence and killing.

All of this slowly ford a subconscious, which in turn ford self-imposed limitations.

They say education is a cycle, and it only ends when the bullet you fired with your own hands hits yourself.

I had seen too many unrealistic fantasies and novels in my head, so when I ca into contact with real transcendent power, I had my own thoughts and a way of thinking that was out of sync with this world.

Not only did I question why the transcendent world needed magic power sources and spellbooks, why one couldn't just create a Fireball by hand?

I questioned why everyone in the transcendent world had great power, yet didn't fear dying at any mont in such a dangerous environnt.

When I abandoned the so-called shackles and limitations and touched upon the concept of "killing," my ntality was truly different.

I don't know how many people I've killed in the exchange competition so far, but I haven't felt anything, or rather, I haven't felt what I just felt.

Because I knew this was a Dream State, and death was not real death.

Even in the newcor competition back then, I knew there was a Resurrection Spell.

I didn't truly kill anyone, as in, putting them to death.

Only with reverence for death can one understand how heavy it is to truly take soone's life.

Just like a mont ago, I was aiming at Aqier's heart when I cast the spell.

That kind of decisiveness was sothing I had never experienced before.

Every cell in my body was resisting this action because I knew very well what it was—it was my cognitive bottom line.

After Aqier blocked that attack with the flat of his sword, I quickly recovered.

Aqier didn't die, which gave a reason for everything to return to normal.

At this mont, Aqier stared at cautiously.

When dealing with an enemy, one must not let them out of sight for even a mont.

That gaze from just now, like looking at a dead person, sent a chill down his spine.

But looking now, that mont felt like his own illusion.

Was it really an illusion?

The sword in his hand was broken!

Aqier shifted his gaze from the broken sword back to the opponent.

At this mont, the opponent was still acting frivolously, rhythmically swinging the magic wand in their hand, not even taking advantage of the opening he had just revealed.

Was this the confidence of a witch?

“Thank you for teaching sothing new. It seems to be sothing very profound, a bit hard to control, and even a path I don't like.”

At this mont, I also spoke to Aqier, and then a prompt appeared before him.

“Now, round two.”

“This… this is!”

Aqier looked at the prompt in front of him in disbelief.

Seizing main control authority!

How did the other party know about this?

Things that didn't appear directly in the rules and needed to be figured out oneself were hidden rules.

How did the other party find out in such a short ti!

“Seizing power, Aqier, you couldn't possibly not know, right? The Flying Floating Island rely carries the Holy Light Source of your Holy Angel Academy. It never said it belonged to your Holy Angel Academy. Does it have your academy's na on it?”

“You!”

At this mont, Aqier's hand gripped the broken sword tightly.

Even though the sword was broken, half a blade could still be a weapon.

“Think about the consequences before you act. Can you beat ? Once you make a move, the seizure of power is a foregone conclusion. What do you think your chances of winning are? And where do you think I'll take the floating island after you die? And guess again, do I have a way to destroy your Holy Light Source? Even if any of you have multiple lives left, what's the point?”

I smiled and toyed with my magic wand, waiting for the other party to make a choice.

“Aqier, kill this witch!”

“Don’t listen to her nonsense!”

“You can’t believe a single word from a witch!”

The mont of decision was now before Aqier.

The few Holy Angels pinned down by the Floating Spells were still shouting, but their voices had beco muffled to Aqier.

“The first academy to be eliminated… Holy Angel Academy…”

At this mont, a voice sounded again.

It was , seeing that the other party hadn't moved for a long ti, deliberately speaking up to remind them.

And the words "first to be eliminated" frantically stimulated his nerves at this mont.

The scenes in his mind constantly overlapped with these words, foreseeing the shattering of the Angel Halo, being chased and killed by contestants from even the most ordinary academies.

He couldn't bear such an outco!

Once he made a move, he would have to bear such a price and consequences.

But what if he didn't?

Those few behind him would be slowly killed, and he would beco isolated and helpless.

Facing that witch who was as terrifying as Tan Han, did he really still have a chance of winning?

“Witch! What in the world do you want!”

Aqier could no longer control such thoughts and let out his own cry.

He had enrolled in Holy Angel Academy, and his very first battle for it was this ridiculous.

A single wrong decision had plunged himself and everyone else into a state of eternal damnation.

Since when?

Was it the Witch Academy's first tea party, the second, or the current third one?

This terrifying person?

“You ask , how would I know? I was planning on flying the floating island to crash into the Wizard Tower, you just didn't let .”

“Heh… hehe…”

At this mont, hearing my words, Aqier felt it was absurd, utterly ridiculous!

It was simply a mockery of him!

Using Holy Angel Academy's final act as a sharp blade in her hand to strike at the Wizard Academy.

She wasn't letting either of them go.

At this mont, Aqier also understood that he seed to have no choice left.

The other party even unabashedly told him her plan, confident that everything was still under her control.

There was only a fight to the death, or rather, the final battle!

Their Holy Angel Academy had already drawn the final curtain ahead of ti.

At this mont, it was no longer about the number of revivals.

There was only one chance.

He had no room to lose.

If the opponent lost, it was just a loss.

But if he lost, it would be eternal damnation.

At this mont, Aqier even felt that even if he won, he wouldn't be able to take even one of the opponent's lives.

So he needed to make a choice now: to sink like this or to fight one more ti.

But that choice was too crazy.

But now it seed there was no choice left.

“Betting the glory of Holy Angel Academy, this battle will be the final act!”

“I will obtain the full protection of the Holy Light Source with the highest authority!”

With Aqier's actions at this mont, I was also curious about what was going on with him.

But the next mont, I knew I had been too reckless.

At this mont, the entire cathedral began to shake.

Not just the cathedral, but the entire floating island was undergoing a terrifying change.

A terrifying crack split open from the statue, as if sothing was about to erge.

“What is this thing?”

My brows furrowed deeply.

Didn't they say the Flying Floating Island didn't have a ans to bless the Holy Angels like the World Tree did?

Just as I was about to voice this soul-deep question, a huge ball of light burst out from beneath the cathedral.

The cathedral could no longer withstand such a disturbance, and coupled with the previous erosion from the fire rain, it finally collapsed at this mont.

“What’s going on…”

After dodging the falling debris and collapsing walls, I looked at the massive ball of light in the sky that truly resembled a sun.

Wasn't this the Holy Light Source that supported the entire floating island?

How did it just co out like that?

I subconsciously swallowed, because I discovered that Aqier was standing right under that huge ball of light.

My bad premonition beca a reality at this mont.

What kind of hornet's nest had I poked?

Did I push him too hard?

There was no need to use the Holy Light Source to perish together with , right?

“Now, witch, I will bet Holy Angel Academy's qualification to remain in the exchange competition, and have a second round with you!”

Aqier said.

At this mont, the broken sword in his hand, under the protection of the Holy Light, transford into a blade condensed from Holy Light.

He stood in the air, the tip of his sword pointing directly at .

At this mont, I just wanted to say that this was not the second round I wanted.

This is cheating!

Aren't the exchange competition referees going to do anything!

“From this mont on, I will carry the Holy Light Source and bear the choices of all the remaining Holy Angels…”

“This ti, I’ve won…”

But the price was also very high.

Having lost its Holy Light Source, the floating island lost its luster like a wilting flower.

Its massive body was slowly falling, and the surrounding white jade pillars lost their power and crashed down, randomly crushing so lucky spectators below who were enjoying the show.

And before long, the Flying Floating Island would crash to the ground, and the buildings on it would be reduced to nothing.

And Aqier would be in even more danger at this mont, having to constantly endure the imnse pressure of the Holy Light Source's power.

Furthermore, the Holy Light Source itself was dissipating frantically.

The existence of the floating island was the container that kept the Holy Light Source from dissipating.

He didn't save the Holy Light Source; he took it away.

The outco of being used by others changed to an outco of slowly dissipating and heading towards destruction in his own hands.

One could say that the mont it was taken out, a countdown to elimination had already been placed on Holy Angel Academy.

And Aqier couldn't die at this mont either.

If he died, the Holy Light Source he carried would also be extinguished.

Then, even if he could be resurrected, it would be no different from being dead.

But all of this could at least solve the current predicant, instead of being at the rcy of others and then powerlessly watching themselves be eliminated.

If soone were to ask Aqier if he regretted doing this, he would naturally regret it, but he really couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock.

At least this way, Holy Angel Academy could still choose to barely hang on.

If the other party got scared and ran away because of this, he could still buy more ti for Holy Angel Academy.

“You won? That's not for sure…”

I looked at the opponent's reluctant appearance, as if he had suffered great hardship.

Especially that sentence, "This ti, I've won," it completely dispelled the thought of running away.

If I didn't wear him down a bit and just left like this, it would be letting him off too easily.

It's just a pity about the Flying Floating Island!

I was thinking of living here before.

Before it was the Blood Pool Ancient Castle, I was thinking of staying the night there, but it was toppled by the dwarves.

Now I was thinking of living on Holy Angel Academy's Flying Floating Island, but they toppled it themselves.

No need to be so ruthless to yourselves, right?

And without this thing, what am I going to use to smash the Wizard Tower?

“Wait…”

At this mont, I narrowed my eyes and noticed sothing was wrong.

At this mont, the opponent was completely carrying the Holy Light Source, his own figure becoming massive due to the protection.

Especially the Angel Halo on his head, it was no longer the ring I had seen floating above his head before.

The Angel Halo now exceeded the diater of his spread wings.

Dazzling holy light surged within the Angel Halo, as if it was about to erupt into blazing holy flas, circling above Aqier's head.

The pair of phantom angel wings unfurled behind him blotted out the sky, replacing the sun.

And just like that, I saw strands of thread coalescing from top to bottom.

I subconsciously checked my own destiny and found it hadn't decreased, which ant the opponent must have done sothing to obtain destiny!

Was it because he now represented the will of the entire Holy Angel Academy, or was it the final act of resistance chosen under my pressure?

Wait, was I pressuring him?

How did I so naturally think that way?

So I've really beco the villain.

Wait… if the opponent obtained destiny, then beca a Child of Destiny, would sothing like what happened with Tan Han occur?

Although the power gap at this mont was indeed a bit large.

It was really touch-and-go.

My expression was a bit complicated, but it was more of a sense of helplessness towards the existence of the so-called Child of Destiny.

I had to think of a way.

I was a little scared of him coming at with his full power like this.

Now the situation was reversed again.

It was the opponent who had nothing left to fear.

But I had to say, this team leader from Holy Angel Academy was truly insane.

If I t him in the future, I would definitely take a detour.

As expected, being around a Child of Destiny is nothing but trouble.

But there was nothing to be done.

Who asked to get involved in this?

I promised Teacher Ji Niang I would ss them up badly.

I just got carried away this ti.

Through Spirit Vision, I could see that the opponent's Holy Light Source was dissipating rapidly.

It would probably be completely gone in less than a day.

If I didn't put an end to them now, they would all have to leave by this ti tomorrow at the latest.

But before that, it was foreseeable that everyone from Holy Angel Academy would go completely insane!

No one could stop a group of angels who were about to "die."

“Accept the judgnt… of the Holy Light!”

“It’s useless! All your little tricks are ineffective at this mont! And you will die under the judgnt of the Holy Light!”

Aqier's voice ca through.

Under the protection of the Holy Light Source, his voice had a holy echo effect that made my eardrums hurt.

Without the floating island, I could only ride my broomstick and entangle with him in the air.

“Power that doesn't belong to you is ultimately lacking. The more you consu, the closer you'll be to complete elimination!”

I said, not in a hurry to confront him head-on, even taking the opportunity to drink a recovery potion to restore my condition during a lull.

And with my words, the opponent also restrained himself a little.

But those Divine Arts still ca at as if they were free.

Condensed spears of Holy Light, arrow rain.

At this mont, he was no longer a Holy Angel borrowing power.

Using Divine Arts no longer required complicated rituals and prayers, nor did it require the help of other things.

The source of the Holy Light, the origin of Divine Arts, was in his hands at this mont, for him to command as he pleased.

And he could only be so unrestrained in the Dream State.

In reality, he would not have such an opportunity.

It could be seen that his movents were a bit clumsy, but his thods of suppressing were not ambiguous.

“If it's just this, I can play with you for half a day. I'm a Reserve Witch who has passed the flying license exam. You, on the other hand, will gradually run out of fuel until you're six feet under. This attrition is aningless. Guess if Tan Han will co over because of the commotion here?”

“What you’re saying right now is aningless!”

Aqier’s expression remained unmoved.

“It is aningful, of course it's aningful. Our goals are the sa. We both want the other to stop. Although you seem calm, you're probably going crazy inside! Your Holy Light Source is dissipating. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be extinguished in a day! And your childish behavior will infinitely speed up this process!”

I unhesitatingly pointed out what he was worried about.

After all, I had to at least earn the right to talk to him.

“You actually know about this, but so what?”

“This is the territory of the Wizard Academy. The Wizard Tower is already visible to the naked eye. What do you think would happen if I told them about your situation…”

“They won’t believe a single word you say!”

Aqier said with certainty.

“Then do you dare to bet! Just say if there's such a possibility! I'll be honest with them, divert the disaster! Explain your crazy nature! Do you think he'll be persuaded by ? Plus Tan Han, then how are you going to deal with this alone?”

“Just like how Tan Han practiced with you to destroy the Wizard Academy's ritual back then, how can you be so sure you won't be shattered just like that ritual?”

“What do you want?”

At this mont, Aqier also stopped the pointless consumption and stared at , asking.

“I’ll give you two suggestions now. First, I’ll team up with the Wizard Academy and our Witch Academy to send your Holy Angel Academy away in disgrace.”

I said with a smile, holding up one finger.

“You know I can’t possibly choose that option. Stop with the nonsense, Yang Yuehan.”

“Second, with my assistance, destroy the Wizard Tower before your Holy Angel’s final curtain call!”

Then I held up a second finger.

“You! Still so… persistent. But how do I know you’re not deceiving !”

At this mont, Aqier also felt the other party's strange persistence.

He could only describe it this way, as if they feared the world wasn't chaotic enough.

“A dead man walking is afraid of being backstabbed? I just stated my needs. I want to topple the Wizard Tower. What could be a more trustworthy guarantee against betrayal than aligned interests?”

“What a great plan to kill two birds with one stone. The Witch Academy gets all the benefits, right!”

“Our Witch Academy only takes what we deserve. You need to see the situation clearly. This is a fair cooperation. Think about it?”

I said, rubbing my hands together with a smile.

“Just think about it. Even if I run away now, what can you do? In the remaining ti, can you possibly achieve a greater feat than toppling the Wizard Tower! Don't forget who put you in this situation in the first place!”

“It was your Witch Academy!”

“It was the Wizard Academy!”

My face scrunched up, and I corrected him.