Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"The fourth match, Thunder Edge, Levito, vs. Saint Yingo, Sevia La!"

After the duel that had ended not long ago, many in the audience were still a bit groggy. It was only the ringing of a special bell within the venue that gradually brought them back to their senses.

"Truly terrifying. Even with the barrier inside the venue, I was affected by that hypnotic flame and its influence, almost slipping into a deep sleep," someone said as they took a sip of water, then poured a little on their face to instantly sober up.

"The secret technique of the Songstress lineage is still so gorgeous and captivating, making one unconsciously, willingly submit."

"It's already the fourth match, if Saint Yingo loses again, that would be a third consecutive defeat."

"But facing Levito, not losing seems difficult."

Despite the belief of many in Sevia La's formidable strength as the dark horse ace of Saint Yingo, Levito's oppressive force demonstrated in previous battles was simply too horrifying, making it hard to imagine his defeat.

On the battleground, both stepped into the arena, gazing at each other with neither greetings nor provocation and chatter—just silently watching the other, like the calm before a storm.

"The match begins!"

Having declared the start, Levito did not immediately advance, but slowly ascended, his Spiral Spear in hand also rotating leisurely. The patterns on it lit up one by one, then tendrils of light, smoky yet dangerously twisted, wrapped around it, culminating in a resounding boom as fierce flames erupted, covering the night sky of the dome above the venue with its spiral.

The sky became a sea of fire, slowly descending, the air thick and scorching, while the remnants of youth and plants on the ground turned yellow, blackened, ashed, and dissipated.

'The Flame Lance that Pierces the Stars,' a technique laid bare to all by an early Sixth Era hero who had slain the Black Sun. Its need for terrifying control deterred many, yet Levito had now mastered it.

Gazing at the slowly flowing oppressive current of magic in the sky and the dangerous Spiral Spear wrapped within, Sevia La shook her head. Even she dared not clash head-on with this legendary move potent enough to slay gods when executed to its limit.

She unfurled her golden transparent butterfly wings, flying toward the dome of the night sky like a speck of dust. Her nimble and extremely fast trajectory made it difficult for the Flame Lance hanging in the firmament to lock onto and pinpoint her.

However, Levito was unconcerned. He simply gazed down dominantly at the spiraling figure rising below, then slowly pushed his Spiral Flame Spear, allowing it to fall.

The thick, hot atmosphere accompanied the falling Flame Lance slowly forward, with the massive vortex circulating in the sky descending slowly in tandem, continuously merging into the tip of the Spiral Spear.

Spiraling upward, Sevia La flickered her form as she struggled to weave through the thick, scalding air against the sky-tumbling onslaught. The edges of her clothes gradually took on a scorched hue, and tiny flames began to appear on her hair.

Just as she prepared to bypass the enormous flaming vortex from the side, the tip of the Spiral Spear emanated a sucking force, causing her movement to become cumbersome. Following that, layers of the thick, rotating vortex swept past, filling the air with the stench of char, as her butterfly wings behind her turned damaged and unrecognizable.

"Elf Secret Arts: Seven Butterflies Incarnation."

All at once, Sevia La's figure flashed—one after another, seven forms charged forward, carving a path through the flaming vortex, piercing through the thick, hot clouds, and reaching the cold, tranquil upper airspace.

Levito watched his opponent break free from the Spiral Flame Spear and extended his hand to the side. A golden longsword with a flame pattern was now clasped in his palm. Then he swept across with a slash, shattering two of the Sevia Las.

The seven figures then dissipated, leaving behind only the one true Sevia La hovering in the air. Her golden butterfly wings restored behind her, she drew one leg up mid-air while behind her a golden dial came into view.

Within the dial, Sevia La stretched one arm forward, a silver crescent bow extending from her wrist, while her other hand drew the transparent bowstring, and a moonlight-clear arrow slowly materialized.

This sequence of actions, though appearing slow, was drastically hastened under the augmentation of the golden dial behind her. It was as if the world itself had paused to allow her to complete her movements, before time resumed its course.

In an instant, the bowstring was released, and the moonlit arrow shot forth, intertwining like three strands of transparent luminescence, penetrating Levito's body, shredding his heart. Such an arrow was not physical, but rather a sort of invisible, thread-like force field, easily penetrating any defense.

A spray of blood mixed with debris burst forth. Levito's figure dimmed, near collapse, yet he stubbornly held on, gripping the golden Flame Lance in his hand as he once again aimed at Sevia La.

"Divine Lance, Brionac!"

The lance pierced through, nearly instantaneously tearing through the sky and striking Sevia La, but unfortunately, due to Levito's injuries and the rushed attack, it did not penetratem through Sevia La's front. It merely destroyed one of Sevia La's arms.

The Sevia La with a severed arm soared high in the sky, then dove down like a hawk, her Blood Marrow Blade tracing a long red line in the air as it slashed towards Levito.

Even though Levito was heavily wounded at this moment, he could still hold on for a while if he was reckless, and there was a chance he could gradually recover. Therefore, Sevia La couldn't stop her attacks.

The blood-red Sword Edge shattered Levito's golden longsword, which was still forming, and then the blade broke through Levito's dark golden Defense, stabbing into his chest once more before her wrist twisted, bringing out a large chunk of flesh.

After shaking the blood off her sword, Sevia La hovered in the air, looking down as Levito fell to the ground. If no one intervened now, Levito, without a heart, would die completely within a few minutes.

But this was the Winter Festival competition; she shook her head, dismissing such pointless thoughts.
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Then the host inside the venue announced.

"Saint Ingo Academy wins!"

Despite the surprising outcome, Sevia La had indeed defeated her opponent, Levito, whose Talent was even greater than hers.

Talent certainly plays a significant role in strength, but it isn't everything. Trained more rigorously at Saint Ingo Academy, with a multitude of logistics teams and teachers guiding her, Sevia La was able to use tactics and the element of surprise to defeat the much-anticipated Levito and win a match for Saint Ingo Academy.

After the first round's four matches ended, there was a short break in the venue, and then the second round began.

"Lelysia Academy, Seraphiel, against Edith Academy, Hexia Tilan!"

This round of competition stirred anticipation and tension among countless onlookers from the very start.

"Who will win, Seraphiel?"

"It won't be easy for Tilan to face her; the Radiant Feather Sequence is the most resistant in terms of mental willpower, and Seraphiel also has Angel blessings."

"The Withering Sequence's other secret techniques are also quite restrained by the Radiant Feather Sequence," someone shook their head.

"But don't be discouraged. Even though Tilan might not come first, there's still a great chance she'll make it into the top three, especially since Levito is still in emergency care. If it's his turn and he can't show up, it'll be an automatic forfeit."

As the crowd buzzed with discussions, Tilan and Seraphiel stepped onto the battlefield.

"I've heard much about you, Tilan. Bettina told me you've kept quite a secret from her; she was complaining to me just yesterday."

"Bettina, huh," Tilan knew this was Deklabi's real name; they had been the best of friends when they worked together at 'Dream of Glazed Glass'.

"It wasn't intentional to keep it from her. It's just that I was a bit slow to react after learning the truth, and I didn't figure out how to tell her before we went to different places to study."

"No worries, I understand. After all, the Songstress Talent is indeed special; keeping it under wraps is the correct thing to do," Seraphiel blinked and then removed her hood. She had already changed back into her tidy battle dress.

Wrapped in white fabric, her body outlined a sacred style, and Seraphiel's naturally good figure accentuated the contours of the form-fitting material, exuding a different kind of allure.

Without further ado, Seraphiel cast aside her coat, her longsword extending gracefully in hand as the judge finally declared.

"The duel begins!"