Lian Ge had never really figured out how to use the concept of “Music.”
She had seen scenes in anime where singing was used to boost allies or as Illusion Magic, but she had no idea how to actually achieve that.
However, even though she didn’t understand all those flashy mechanics, she had a simple idea: just stack the music’s stats as high as possible.
She just needed to turn the volume all the way up and use it as a Noise Attack—simple, crude, but effective.
Lian Ge patiently pushed her Magic Power into the barrier, penetrating the inner wall, and without alerting the other, directly connected to Zhi Jin’s body.
Once the link was established, Lian Ge immediately converted that Magic Power into the concept of “Music”—except, it was a lethal dose.
In the stalemate, a sound exploded, as if someone were holding thousands of trumpets and singing directly into her ear.
The sudden massive noise made Zhi Jin’s vision go white, and she lost consciousness on the spot.
The water wave immediately lost its obstruction and crashed down, swallowing her whole.
By the time Zhi Jin recovered from the ringing in her ears and dizziness, the barrier she had constructed had completely failed, and she was already pinned to the ground, her body marked with several wounds from the water currents.
Zhi Jin was temporarily unable to move.
Lian Ge was on top of her, knee pressed into her stomach, both hands gripping her wrists tightly.
She had so many things she wanted to ask her.
Why, as a Magical Girl, would she attack Feng Ling? Why add the Magic Power of “Jealousy” to the product?
Was there someone behind this?
But right now, she had no Magic like Sealing Magic to use.
To control Zhi Jin, she could only rely on the most primitive physical means to restrain her.
Of course, Zhi Jin resisted.
She had previously Shared Lian Ge’s abilities, so now their strength was exactly equal.
Lian Ge could only hold her down because the other was injured and she had the advantage of position.
The two were in a difficult wrestling match.
Lian Ge’s arms were tense, almost on the verge of being thrown off.
At that moment, Feng Ling came down from the beam.
Seeing the two Magical Girls tangled on the ground, she quickly approached and observed.
If she were to help, the only option was to knock Zhi Jin unconscious.
Feng Ling quickly ran to the side, picked up a porcelain Momo Cream Bottle, and with a loud crack, hit Zhi Jin on the head.
However… the other had the same physical capabilities as Lian Ge.
Such an ordinary physical attack couldn’t even break her defense.
She glared fiercely at Feng Ling and continued wrestling with Lian Ge.
Although Feng Ling did have ways to hurt her, the more powerful her skills were, the larger their area of effect.
If she used them, it would end up harming Lian Ge, who was currently at an advantage.
But soon, Feng Ling had an idea.
“Lian Ge, can I drain her Magic Power?”
Lian Ge was still racking her brain on how to restrain her.
Only then did she remember that Feng Ling could absorb other people’s Magic Power.
She forced out her voice and said, “Yeah, just drain her Magic Power.”
“Coming up.”
As she spoke, Feng Ling directly placed her hand on top of Zhi Jin’s head.
The “Water” Magic Power that Zhi Jin had Shared from Lian Ge began to be drawn out, flowing through Feng Ling’s arm into her body.
The “Water” Magic Power could naturally affect a water-filled human body.
As the Magic Power drained, her strength diminished, and her barely supported body collapsed, completely suppressed by Lian Ge.
However, although Feng Ling had made a great contribution, she hadn’t expected Zhi Jin to have Shared so much Magic Power.
After absorbing it all, as the Magic Power transferred, Feng Ling’s body began to change.
Her cyan hair began to turn blue from the roots, spreading downward.
Her body also gradually changed, swelling like a sponge absorbing water.
Her height increased, and her originally flat curves began to develop.
But her clothes did not grow along with her, becoming tighter as her body expanded.
The dress on Feng Ling let out a few pitiful groans of strain.
The fabric was stretched to its limit, and the seams emitted faint creaks.
She looked down at her chest, which was slowly swelling, and was so startled that she quickly withdrew her hand.
Anyway, Lian Ge had already subdued Zhi Jin over there, so missing a little absorption was fine.
Feng Ling looked at her grown body and recalled her previous Side-effect Forms from absorbing Magic Power.
She didn’t understand why, when both obtained someone else’s Magic Power, Zhi Jin had no reaction while Feng Ling had such a big one.
With such dissatisfaction and the resentment from being kicked earlier, Feng Ling directly crouched down, leaned close to Zhi Jin, and tried to make her tone sound fierce.
“Spill it. Why did you attack us? Why release the ‘Jealousy’ Magic Power? If you don’t talk, you won’t have a good time.”
“Eh, I’m so scared.”
Even while pinned to the ground, Zhi Jin’s expression was still quite punchable, her voice heavy with provocation.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Even after being caught, she was still so arrogant.
Feng Ling decided to punch her first, to see if she would still act crazy.
She raised her fist and shook it in front of Zhi Jin.
“Do to you? See this? Ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag? Do you know what I’m about to do?”
“You’re not going to hit me, are you? I’m really, really scared.”
Zhi Jin continued to talk tough and provoke.
Feng Ling had only meant to intimidate her casually, so she followed through and gave her a punch.
But this punch was far more powerful than Feng Ling imagined.
The moment her fist connected with Zhi Jin’s face, her face burst open, and a ground-cracking sound echoed simultaneously.
Zhi Jin’s head smashed several cracks into the floor beneath.
Feng Ling withdrew her fist and stared at her own hand in disbelief.
Her strength, when hitting a Magical Girl of normal level, was no more than a mosquito bite.
But this time, it was clearly the boost from absorbing Lian Ge’s Magic Power.
She hadn’t expected it to be on par with Lian Ge’s.
But one punch was fine—it counted as getting revenge with interest.
Feng Ling put on a stern face and continued her good cop routine.
“Now you know how tough I am? Still not talking?”
Zhi Jin did not answer.
She first humphed, then humphed again, several times in a row.
She humphed so much that Feng Ling thought that punch might have broken her brain.
“Hmph, hmph.”
Zhi Jin showed a smile, the corners of her mouth still stained with blood from the punch, but there was no fear in her expression.
“I was planning to play with you a little longer, but since you’ve started hitting, I’ll take my leave.”