However, this Blood Magic may look intimidating, but it’s almost identical to that Moonlight Sword Array a certain Hero used against that so-called “Level-Five Trash” enemy.
In the world of magic, higher-level spells aren’t always stronger; in fact, basic techniques like [Magical Barrier] and [Elemental Projection] are the most practical.
The Mana Flying Sword is just a more advanced Elemental Projection—faster to cast, highly accurate, and focused in its destructive power. Only then can it actually kill.
After all, enemies won’t wait around while you chant high-level spells. The best magic is the magic that can actually take down your opponent.
Take the current situation, for example: an arrogant and conceited Transfer Student challenges the renowned Former President, only to be completely crushed by the Blood Sword Array in an instant!
“Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka!”
Yet, an unbelievable scene unfolded…
Kurosaki stood perfectly still, letting the blood swords strike her body as if she were merely enjoying a massage; they all shattered as if blocked by a suit of Air Armor.
“What kind of magic is this! Magical Barrier? No, that’s not it! I didn’t feel your mana activating! What did you just do?” Former President Meidong’s eyes widened as he shouted and pressed for answers.
“Magic? What magic? I don’t know any magic. Witch-sama said I have no talent for learning magic,” Kurosaki replied, shaking her head.
“Huh?” Meidong stared in disbelief, then exploded in rage, “If you don’t know magic, what are you doing dueling with me!?”
“I might not know magic, but I can still beat you to death. Why can’t we have a duel?” Kurosaki answered with innocent sincerity.
Her words made no sense, yet they carried an intimidating air. For a moment, no one dared to question her.
But if she isn’t a Magician, why is she dueling here?
Everyone turned to look at Haime President, their faces full of confusion.
But in truth, Haime President was just as bewildered.
She had no idea that little Kurosaki couldn’t use magic. If she didn’t, then why would the faceless Witch introduce her?
Moreover, how did Kurosaki block Former President Meidong’s blood swords? Even the Red Dragon couldn’t see through it.
“She’s my Bodyguard. She’s not a member of the Tea Party Club, so it’s perfectly normal that she can’t use magic.” Haime President, though inwardly shaken, maintained a calm expression as she explained to everyone.
“Then why is the President’s Bodyguard dueling the Former President?” someone asked curiously.
“This…” Haime President’s acting skills suddenly soared; she put on a look of difficulty, as if it was hard to say more, and froze in embarrassment.
Immediately, the Tea Party Club members exchanged knowing glances.
It had to be the Former President looking for trouble—too afraid to go after Haime President directly, so instead he picked on her personal guard.
To actually challenge the President’s Bodyguard to a duel—how shameless.
Thus, Meidong’s clever attempt to boost his reputation fell apart under Haime President’s subtle performance.
At any rate, all the Tea Party Club members now found their impression of Former President Meidong even harder to bear.
It was inevitable. Aside from those blood-sucking young ladies, the Former President never had any non-Bloodline companions, and no outsiders were willing to befriend the Bloodline.
All those wretched bloodsuckers knew only terror and violent rule—selfish, self-serving, and nothing more.
The Tea Party Club members were all fake Nobles; only the Bloodline thought of themselves as real Nobles.
But none of that mattered anymore. What Haime President wanted most now was to figure out exactly what little Kurosaki’s ability was.
“Bluffing! [Blood Secret Art – Spiked Hell]!”
Former President Meidong began chanting again, unleashing an even more advanced technique. But the chant time barely increased; it was nearly instantaneous.
That was because he was using the blood magic of his own race.
The vampires were the most evil race closest to humanity; they could be called a tumor of mankind.
Their magical prowess was far greater than that of ordinary magic beasts.
The human race had families of Magicians; these families passed down magic from generation to generation, refining it over decades.
Thus, a Magician born to such a family had hundreds of times more resources and experience than a self-taught spellcaster—a gap that could never be bridged.
The Bloodline was the same. Their Blood Magic was passed down for generations, not even requiring learning—simply inherited by blood.
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
In the blink of an eye, countless blood-red crystal spikes erupted from the center of the field, summoning a mountain of crimson blades that engulfed the tiny challenger in an instant—her life or death unknown.
“Hmph, not even worth a strike…” Meidong sneered.
But before he could finish, the blood mountain suddenly collapsed, and all the blood-tipped swords shattered under a tremendous force.
A jet-black figure broke through the wreckage, charging at him with a speed like lightning.
Meidong stood his ground, but a circle of Blood Shield formed instantly around him.
“Bang!”
But in a flash, Kurosaki’s sliding elbow shattered his Blood Shield, her elbow smashing straight into his face and sending him flying dozens of meters.
The soles of Former President Meidong’s shoes even smoked as he skidded to a halt.
Looking closely, his jaw had split from the blow—fortunately, a vampire’s healing was powerful and the wound quickly closed.
But the pain of the wound couldn’t compare to the anger, shock, and confusion that contorted his face.
He simply couldn’t understand—how had this happened? Why hadn’t his spell hurt her at all? It couldn’t even tear her clothes?
Everyone in the Tea Party Club could feel it—this mysterious Bodyguard had not a trace of magic about her.
She was a pure Muggle, so there was no way she’d blocked Blood Magic with a Magical Barrier.
Nor was she wearing heavy armor or using the Limit Evasion Technique—what was going on?
It was as if some invisible Air Wall surrounded her, blocking all magical attacks.
But the most terrifying thing was—why could this woman’s physical attacks instantly shatter magical shields?
Why did the so-called peerless skills of Magicians become as fragile as eggshells in front of her?
The onlookers grew more and more silent as they watched.
After all, every single person and magic beast present was a magic user, but magic seemed useless against this one—how could anyone enjoy that?
“Why is this happening?” Meidong was drenched in sweat, his once-handsome face now twisted.
“I’ve let you have two moves. Is your performance done? It’s my turn.” Kurosaki rolled her arm and finally stopped spacing out.
But her attack was as simple as ever—a stepping leap, then a flying elbow strike, nothing new at all.
Meidong dared not take her lightly anymore and had to go all out.
“[Evil Art – Body Hardening]!”
“[Evil Art – Muscle Enhancement]!”
“[Evil Art – Blood Sacrifice]!”
Meidong shouted three times, unleashing a triple set of self-amplifying techniques, sacrificing large amounts of blood mana and soul force to boost his body in every way.
In the next instant, his entire form swelled in place, his body surging into a two-and-a-half-meter-tall, muscle-bound juggernaut.
“Bang!”
Blood Demon Meidong swung the Ultimate Heavy Blood Demon Swing, clashing head-on with Kurosaki’s plain, unremarkable elbow strike!
Everyone was stunned.
Huh?
Was this really still a Tea Party duel?