The face of fear and weakness instantly turned fierce and cruel!
The Swordsmith casually tossed the submachine gun to the ground and pulled out an assault rifle from behind.
The bald man imdiately slid to his knees on the floor, his once ferocious eyes now clear, looking pitiful and innocent at the dark muzzle of the gun getting closer.
The rifle's muzzle nearly stuffed into his mouth before his body stopped sliding.
"What are you doing?"
"I was afraid you couldn't hear ," the bald man forced a smile, "Just getting a bit closer so I can report to you."
"Where is the teacher heading next?"
"Well, I'm not too sure about that, but I can take you to other strongholds to look."
In response, the Swordsmith shot him in the leg and pressed the scorching muzzle against the bald man's forehead, speaking irritably, "You didn't think I couldn't figure out what you're up to, did you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Just as the bald man looked like he was about to cry, the warehouse door was kicked open with a "bang"!
The massive iron door slamd into the wall several dozen ters away, making a loud "clang" before dropping into the debris in the distance.
Both of them were stunned for a mont and turned to see a youth walking in from outside.
Wearing a fox mask likely bought from a roadside stall, tattered and dilapidated, looking sowhat comical.
"Is anyone from the Witch Association here? I searched all around and found no one, what kind of company are you running?"
The Swordsmith, though bad-tempered, still looked at him and asked, "What do you want?"
"The current walker of the Holy Hall, I've long admired the Witch Association and plan to join and serve it by defeating the Magical Girls."
The bald man was stunned hearing this and glanced at the Swordsmith.
Sure enough, the Swordsmith's eyes imdiately flared with rage, kicking the bald man aside and raising the gun to aim at the youth, "What nonsense Holy Hall, at your age you should be learning instead of joining the Witch Association! I'll break your legs on behalf of your parents!"
"I am Blood-Handed Demon Slaughter, Jiang Motu," the youth cupped his hands, "May I ask your na?"
"What a stupid na!"
The Swordsmith raised the gun to shoot at Jiang Si's thigh!
But in the instant of firing, the target vanished!
The Swordsmith was startled, how fast!
More importantly, the other side didn't even use any magic!
Luckily, the teacher had taught her the basics of the Cyan Cloud Sect, allowing her to release a large amount of magic imdiately!
Even if she couldn't see the opponent, she could use magic to lock onto them.
This is called Demon Recognition Lock in the Cyan Cloud Sect, a skill that only New Seedling Magical Girls can learn.
The downside is that it consus a lot of magic power, but the Swordsmith typically fought with firearms, making this ability perfect for her.
Using Demon Recognition Lock, she felt even more frightened.
Even though she predicted the opponent's movents with the lock, as the rifle fired, the opponent could forcibly change their dash based on the bullet trajectory!
"Too slow! How did Bai i teach you!"
A burst of gunfire couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed, and the next second, the youth had already charged right up to her.
A kick landed on her wrist; although there was magic armor defense, it still hurt so much that she released the grip on the rifle!
"Go back and brush up on your basics!"
The cold, harsh voice ca from above, unashad of its disdain and contempt.
The Swordsmith's eyes reddened, "Don't underestimate !"
Before the opponent's fist hit her face, a grenade rolled out from her sleeve.
Teacher Bai i often hid things in her sleeve, so the Swordsmith had learned the trick.
A violent explosion resounded throughout the warehouse!
The bald man was also blown away, crashing into the wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Damn, what a lunatic, this close range explosion of a grenade, does the Swordsmith not want to live?
Such intense magic impact at such close range, even if she's a New Seedling Magical Girl, she'd revert to her original state.
Without being a Magical Girl herself, she'd easily be ashad, wouldn't she?
Struggling to get up, shaking off the dust and rubble from his head, he looked up.
Sure enough, the Swordsmith had reverted.
Around junior high school age, wearing glasses, with a braid, though actually quite pretty, looking rustic and honest in this outfit, there was no way to tell she was the sa person as the previously aggressive girl.
The clothes were just ordinary school uniforms; after the transformation was revoked, she curled up on the ground, clutching her stomach and unable to straighten up.
anwhile, the youth who was similarly close to the explosion casually brushed the dust off himself.
His clothes only slightly dirty.
"Kid, you're sothing!"
The bald man imdiately grinned broadly, "I agree, there's no problem with you wanting to join the Witch Association. Follow , and I'll help you rise to power and wealth..."
"Do I need your consent?"
The youth coldly glanced at him, choking him into silence, "Contact Chi Lian and tell her that I want your position; soone as useless as you shouldn't remain in the Witch Association, get lost as far as possible."
"Kid, joining the Witch Association isn't so easy."
The bald man chuckled sinisterly, "The captain's position isn't easy to take either. Strength is important, but you need background, connections! Understand? Your strength isn't enough in the Witch Association. Let guide you, it's for your own good..."
"I told you to contact Chi Lian."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Even if you contact Master Chi Lian, what then?" the bald man laughed heartily, moving over and patting his shoulder, "Master Chi Lian is too busy to see a newcor like you. Relax, since you saved and defeated a Magical Girl, your future is sure to be better than mine. But you can't rush, the Witch Association has its own rules..."
"Smack!"
Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed squarely.
The bald man's head twisted five hundred forty degrees, still smiling as he looked at the wall behind him.
"Did I ask you to talk nonsense?"
Jiang Si casually twisted his head off, with the esophagus, trachea, and bones dangling inside.
Placing it beside the Crystal Ball, he fiddled with it for a while, finding it unmanageable, and turned to look at the Magical Girl clutching her stomach.
"Can you manage it?"
The Swordsmith's eyes reddened, nearly crying out, "I will not yield!"
Jiang Si picked up the bald man's spinal cord sword, and the Swordsmith imdiately cowered, clutching her head in fear.
"I know a little..."
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