Eight Extres Fist—it was a martial art Dorothy had learned during her "chūnibyō" phase in her previous life. Since she couldn’t find a dojo nearby, she simply watched videos online from a master surnad Li and practiced by herself.
As for whether she mastered it or not, Dorothy didn’t know herself since she barely left ho being a shut-in. Naturally, she never had the chance to fight anyone and couldn’t verify the rumors that people had died from it.
Of course, Dorothy wasn’t too keen on whether the martial art could be applied in real combat; after all, she learned it just to look cool and, incidentally, to get so exercise.
Thinking back, her skill in this martial art was far from perfect; after all, in her final monts, crushed by a dump truck, her peak effort punch only managed to pierce the truck’s front before she was run over, turning into a splattered ss of encoded tomato sauce.
Oh, well, it wasn’t completely useless; at least the little girl was saved. If it weren’t for the physical conditioning from years of practice, she might not have managed to throw the little Lolita to safety at the last mont.
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After arriving in Witch World and having plenty of idle ti, Dorothy dusted off this set of martial arts and, after so thought, incorporated a magical power circulation system into it, turning it from a re hand-to-hand technique into a witch battle magic martial skill.
Now, if she were to face that dump truck again, she could definitely deliver a punch that would show the truck what brutality ant.
Although her newly developed martial art wasn’t as powerful or exquisite as the Dragon King Battle Technique derived from the Dragon King, Dorothy still preferred practicing this martial art to hone her Martial Soul.
She found that although its combat effectiveness was subpar in Witch World, it was surprisingly good for refining her Martial Will.
Now, as the Clown Grand Inquisitor, Dorothy didn’t find it appropriate to use the Dragon Battle thod, since, although derived from the Dragon King, the combat magic martial skills had evolved differently across families in the Dragon Kingdom, more closely fitting each family’s evolution template.
For instance, the Dragon King Battle Technique from Dorothy’s Yengade line emphasized Strength and Speed, embodying a dominant and unrivaled path, whereas Senior Mia’s Astoros clan focused more on defense, emphasizing Strength and Stamina, and so on.
Although these differences might not seem significant to laypersons, insiders could easily spot them and potentially expose her identity.
So, this half-baked variation of Eight Extres Fist was just about right to bring into action.
Unfortunately, this hotown martial art faced opposition during its first appearance.
Just as Dorothy was about to straightforwardly hamr the overconfident Stellar Speaker into Star Sauce, she suddenly frowned, shifted her punch, and decisively retreated.
This decision proved right, for even though she had moved so quickly, she barely dodged an ensuing sword strike and hamr blow.
And when Phantom King regrouped to a safe position and looked toward where the Stellar Speaker was, she noticed two figures guarding the commander witch—one tall, one short—none other than Madeline and Alice.
Tsk, true to form for old friends and dear sisters, these two really understood her preference for capturing the leader first. Despite the scouting group being unprepared for her onslaught, they instantly knew to co to the commander’s aid.
Alright, it seed her beheading plan was off the table, and she had to opt for a direct frontal assault.
Seeing that the prepared assault group now had the commander and support personnel securely protected, Phantom King felt a bit disappointed but also slightly relieved.
After all, as the main examiner, she naturally hoped the newcors would be as strong as possible.
Well, at least, the risk of their annihilation was now mitigated since she had failed to execute the commander and destabilize the well-coordinated group. As the imminent boss target, Dorothy knew her fate was sealed.
She could slaughter over twenty isolated witches as if gutting fish, but facing a well-organized group of twenty-plus, she was bound to lose.
All she could do now was to maintain the dignity expected of a boss, putting pressure on her attackers that would leave a lasting impression of oppression and fear until she was subdued.
But this was quite satisfactory, as it would exert significant pressure on both sides to push their limits.
Dorothy took a deep breath, feeling her blood boil for the first ti in a long while. As she exhaled a breath infused with hot magical power, she no longer thought about ambushes and charged boldly towards the enemy.
"Assault Squad, push forward."
"Control Group, contain."
"dical Group, quickly buff the Assault Squad and attend to healing as needed."
"Artillery Group, start charging up."
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anwhile, the Stellar Speaker, having narrowly escaped death, quickly regained her composure and began to efficiently command her teams.
So, as the gold-glittering Phantom King approached the assault group, the well-equipped witches of the Assault Squad directly engaged her.
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