767: Collision and Choice_2 767: Collision and Choice_2 Michael then spoke up to ask a question.
Having personally participated in the first act, Miss Seraph was indeed aware of the complicated love-hate relationship between her boss and the young lady opposite, who was suspected to be the disciple of her own idol, Guigu Zhuge.
However, there was sothing off about the young lady’s strength.
After all, since angels could choose to remain during transitions, she and Lady Sophia had both developed their powers close to the world’s limit (600k Mana) over the past 500 years, but the witches couldn’t use the transitions to develop, so the young lady’s strength logically shouldn’t be so formidable.
This couldn’t be cheating, could it?
Miss Seraph muttered this to herself,
“Yes, it’s her.”
Sophia nodded in confirmation of Michael’s inquiry.
At this mont, the Pure White Angel was also intently observing the terrifying Dragon-Serpent Fist Force in the sky, admiring her young lady’s fearso power.
One could only say that it was indeed the renowned Witch of the Forest; her depth of experience, surpassing her age, simply couldn’t be asured by normal standards.
Even if Magic Power could be accumulated during slumber using so special thods, knowledge and skills needed hands-on learning.
It was like playing a ga; even if you could use experience potions to rapidly increase your character’s level to a high standard, to fully utilize that strength you would still need to bring your Skill Levels up to match the character’s Level.
Otherwise, a novice who only knows Low-Level Skills would still be like a child wielding a heavy sword after being powered up to max Level, flailing around aimlessly.
Sophia’s current strength was honed bit by bit over the 500 years she remained behind; only through this could she achieve unity of power and technique, perfectly controlling her own Strength.
But the young lady didn’t have such ample ti to adapt like she did; it was as if soone suddenly switched accounts, yet she still perfectly managed to control her power.
Does that an the young lady in reality possesses knowledge and skill on par to wield the Peak Great Witch’s strength?
And to compare with the young lady’s actual 40k Mana…
This contrast was akin to a Giant’s soul trapped in a Dwarf’s body; if the young lady’s Talent in Magic Power were only slightly better, she might truly match the Three Witch Monarchs.
My young lady indeed has the makings of one of the Three Monarchs.
Realizing this, Sophia felt an inexplicable sense of pride, yet even more so, an unexplained desire to win erged.
Even knowing the young lady’s terrifying might, the Pure White Angel didn’t want to lose so easily; she refused to be so readily dominated, even if that day would inevitably co, and she must resist until the final mont.
Just as Sophia clenched her fists, the explanation of Ti Stop finally ended.
In an instant, the Dragon-Serpent collided with All Angels in the sky, and the massive shockwave instantly swept away the clouds.
Then, turning pale, All Angels realized they had underestimated the Fist Force despite their combined efforts to block it.
“Puh…”
In an instant, several of the Angels of Wisdom at the forefront coughed up blood.
Even with the stronger Angels taking the brunt of the impact, the slightly weaker Throne Angels in the back turned pale, feeling imnse pressure.
But with so many joining forces, they couldn’t possibly fail to withstand even a single punch from the opponent; the proud Angels had their reputation to uphold and gritted their teeth to endure.
Thus, the ethereal Dragon-Serpent stood off against the Holy Light Barrier ford by All Angels.
After roughly half a minute, the Dragon-Serpent’s power finally drained away, but the Angels also wore visibly fatigued expressions.
Although they had succeeded, no one felt like celebrating at the mont.
They were, after all, the main force of the Angel Delegation, and so many had only just managed to withstand a single punch, and even then with difficulty.
It was far from a glorious feat.
This was quite different from what everyone had imagined.
Weren’t the Witches supposed to be weaker on average, allowing them to be easily crushed this ti?
At this mont, All Angels suddenly recalled the latter part of the assessnt that Witches were weaker on average: but the top Witches were often invincible amongst their peers.
The young Calamity Race might be uneven in its overall developnt, with the weak truly being weak, but the strong were indeed strong, like the classic Three Witch Monarchs, each capable of overpowering an entire Race.
And thinking of the Three Monarchs, All Angels’ faces grew even gloomier.
They couldn’t be that unlucky, could they?
Was the one who had just thrown the punch the future Fourth King?
It’s been over a hundred thousand years since the last battle in heaven, and the new generation of Angels had sowhat forgotten the fear of being ruled by the God King—in plain terms, they thought they were up to it again.
In fact, it wasn’t just the Angels who thought this way; the Great Dragon, and even the Demons believed it too.
The old Three Clans had been restless in recent years, thinking maybe if they couldn’t win one-on-one, perhaps they could win by ganging up, waiting for the chance to form a Three Clans alliance against the Witches in order to avenge their forr disgrace.
But all this hinged on there being only Three Monarchs.
If a fourth Witch King were to suddenly erge, then perhaps even a Three Clans alliance would be tantamount to delivering themselves on a platter.
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