“I won’t go easy on you this time,” White Feather Dove said.
“What are you talking about, little baby?” Xueyuedai snorted.
After saying that, frost magic erupted from her body. She actually began building a house right there, creating a Frost Fortress.
Such exquisite magic control and marvelous magical construction made the surrounding magic apprentices gasp in amazement.
The battle proceeded much like the last one. Fearsome ice arrows were continuously generated and fired from the Frost Fortress, subjecting White Feather Dove to a carpet-bombing of projectiles.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
White Feather Dove’s response was also identical to the last time.
She activated a Dark Moon Shield to cover her entire body and then flung out streaks of Dark Moon Rubble to collide with the ice arrows in mid-air, resulting in bursts of magical debris.
And that was it. The two of them continued to clash with flight techniques and spells.
The offensive spells were like tiny scratches against the opponent’s defensive shields.
However, victory and defeat would be decided by these tiny scratches, slowly wearing down the enemy’s magic shield until it shattered.
This would continue until one side’s magic was completely exhausted. Otherwise, they would just keep scratching at each other.
This was a duel between Magicians—no shortcuts, just a pure clash of stats and technique.
This process depended on the depth of both parties’ magic reserves. It would likely last for several hours.
Some powerful Magicians might even fight for a day and a night without stopping.
In short, this decisive battle for the Saint Candidate would not be settled anytime soon.
Qingshamu was also hiding in the crowd, observing in secret. She was mainly keeping an eye on Ten-Step Hall.
Ten-Step Hall stood in the center of the field, staring blankly without moving, clearly having no intention of participating in the magical duel between White Feather Dove and Xueyuedai.
“…” Qingshamu’s eyes gradually narrowed. She felt that something was slightly off.
‘It’s not that simple,’ her intuition as a veteran undercover agent told her. She quickly reviewed the entire situation in her mind. ‘I must have missed some crucial piece of information.’
Those two had come from the Central Church, which was incredibly far away.
They had joined the Central Church through the introduction of Magic Families and had come to Saint Lisha Academy under the leadership of her old teammate, the Bishop candidate Camilla.
Anyone would think they had traveled thousands of miles and worked so hard just to obtain the position of Saint, consolidate the power of the Central Church, and ensure the local church and Saint Lisha Academy did not harbor any overstepping ambitions.
A normal person’s logic would analyze it that way, but those two were not normal people. They were Fake Humans!
There were many ways for them to cause destruction here, and becoming the Saint was certainly not the only path.
Since the Witch could disguise them as members of Magic Families, it was likely that the entire Magic Family was a fabrication of the Nameless Witch.
It might not even be a total fabrication. Such a Magic Family might actually exist, but it could have been established in the shadows by the Nameless Witch, just like the God and Demon Academy she created.
The Nameless Witch was essentially a demi-god in concept. She was almost omnipotent and had no need to fight for the position of Saint.
The Witch could have squeezed them into the Royal City, where many positions were not inferior to that of a Saint.
Moreover, infiltrating the nobles and the Royal Family would be a hundred times easier than infiltrating the Church.
Not to mention, the Church was essentially a demon-hunting organization; for humanoid Demonic Beasts to crawl into the Church to become Saints was quite absurd.
Though, she herself didn’t have the right to say that, considering she had brought several humanoid Demonic Beasts into the Church as well.
To put it simply, if they wanted to infiltrate the Human Race to cause destruction, there was absolutely no need to come to Saint Lisha Academy.
Although this place was the Church’s secret experimental base, its primary purpose was to suppress the Central Church.
Regardless, these local bishops never thought about developing new powers to deal with Demonic Beasts; it was all for power struggles.
It had been said countless times: the Demon Domain was vast, and Demonkind was constantly fighting internal wars.
They could never unite, so it was impossible for them to pose a threat to the Human Race or launch a large-scale invasion.
However, if the Northern Demon King directly destroyed the Capital of the United Kingdom and beheaded the King, then everything would be possible.
But she didn’t do that. Instead, she had traveled thousands of miles from the Royal City back to the Chaos Mountains.
This meant their goal was not to infiltrate the Human Race for destruction at all.
Then what was her goal? What was your purpose? Ten-Step Hall?
The more Qingshamu thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She began to break into a cold sweat.
Soon, her Moonlight Magic sensed something—there was something wrong with Ten-Step Hall on the stage.
Ten-Step Hall hadn’t moved an inch for a long time. She remained as still as a wooden doll, which was already beyond the scope of a normal living creature.
However, no one else felt anything was wrong. Everyone was focused on the magical duel between Xueyuedai and White Feather Dove.
Although it was boring, every frame was a masterpiece to a Magician. No one noticed Ten-Step Hall.
‘Could it be?’
Anger rose in Qingshamu’s heart. She suddenly summoned a Moonlight flying sword, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Ten-Step Hall.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
But at that moment, a familiar low voice came from beside her.
She turned her head and saw a mysterious hooded girl sitting in the corner.
However, the strands of orange hair falling from the hood had already exposed her identity, basically confirming Qingshamu’s suspicion.
The Ten-Step Hall on the stage was a fake—more accurately, a mana clone.
The hooded girl beside her was also a Ten-Step Hall. She was also a mana clone.
The real Ten-Step Hall had long since disappeared.
It was an incredibly sophisticated mana clone, almost identical to the real body and completely indistinguishable.
Had it not been for her keen observation of inhuman details, she would have been fooled.
However, discovering it was useless because there wasn’t just one mana clone of Ten-Step Hall.
She had actually arranged one to blend into the crowd to monitor her.
When did Ten-Step Hall become so smart?
“If you act recklessly, I will immediately self-destruct. I’ve planted dozens of Dragon Breath Clones here. Everyone present will die,” Ten-Step Hall said coldly using magic transmission.
“What is your goal?” Qingshamu asked fiercely through transmission. “Why do you refuse to let us go?”
“I want to take back everything that belongs to me,” Ten-Step Hall said.
“Nothing here belongs to you,” Qingshamu countered.
“You’re lying. You’re the one who stole them from me,” Ten-Step Hall said angrily.
“It’s because you didn’t cherish them. You abandoned them. You beat her until…” Qingshamu snorted.
“Shut up,” Ten-Step Hall interrupted. “I really will self-destruct. How many innocent people can you protect? Hero.”
“Killing innocent people will only make them hate you more,” Qingshamu said. “And I am no longer the Hero.”
“…” Ten-Step Hall was speechless for a moment, even though it was just a clone.
However, Qingshamu was now pinned down here as well.
She couldn’t escape for the time being and could only remain in a standoff with the clone.
The situation had fallen into a stalemate.
Now she could only hope that Ten-Step Hall’s target wasn’t Feini, or that she couldn’t find her.
Fortunately, there was a bodyguard by Feini’s side. If things really went south, she wouldn’t care about anything else anymore.
—
On the other side, the true Hero, Kurosaki Long, was playing with her mother.
Even though Feini had woken up, she was basically a partial cripple. She sat in her wheelchair every day staring blankly.
Without her daughter’s help, she couldn’t even move the wheelchair because only one of her arms could still move.
Trying to turn the wheels with only one hand would just make her spin in circles.
However, the good baby Kurosaki Long stayed by Feini’s side at all times to take care of her and bask in the sun with her in the yard, gradually bringing light to her somewhat bleak life.
Feini believed she would recover soon.
Since Qingshamu had been gone for so many days without returning, she must have found a lead on the Holy Sword and gone ahead to assist Baicheng.
Feini just didn’t know why she hadn’t said anything, which made her very worried.
However, she didn’t end up waiting for the return of Qingshamu and Baicheng…
Instead, an ominous figure appeared at the gate of the yard.
Kurosaki Long was the first to react. One second she was laughing with Feini, and the next she stood up abruptly with a savage expression.
Pitch-black Dragon Scale Armor instantly spread over her skin as she quickly entered a combat state.
“Wait.” Feini hurriedly pulled Blackie back, while also realizing who had come.
“Feini…” The visitor let out a weak call, no longer possessing the sunny confidence of the past.
“What are you doing here?” Feini asked.
“Feini, is it really you?” Ten-Step Hall practically crawled and rolled her way to Feini.
A Great Demon King was actually in such a pathetic state.
Thump!
Blackie couldn’t take it anymore and delivered an elbow strike.
But even though Ten-Step Hall took the elbow strike right to the face, she didn’t retreat a single step.
She lunged in front of Feini, collapsed against her lap, and began to sob dejectedly.
“I finally found you. Do you know? I’ve been looking for you for so, so long.”
“…” Feini watched Ten-Step Hall squirming on her lap, and her skin crawled.
When a person is speechless to a certain extent, they truly have nothing to say.
It left even the silver-tongued Feini unsure of what to say. It was truly disgusting.
“You still dare to come looking for us?” Kurosaki Long couldn’t hold back.
She grabbed Ten-Step Hall by the hair and tried to pull her away from her mother’s lap.
But Ten-Step Hall was like sticky candy. She clung on so tightly that she even knocked over Feini’s wheelchair, causing both of them to roll onto the ground.
“Feini? Why aren’t you moving?” Ten-Step Hall only then realized that Feini was like a salted fish, unable to move at all.
“Why aren’t I moving?” Feini was actually shocked into laughter. “That’s right, why can’t I move anymore? I wonder who it was that punched me into paralysis.”
“I…” Ten-Step Hall froze in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say, but she still didn’t let go. She was a pure pervert.
“Let go!” Kurosaki Long was beside them, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks to the Dragon Father, but Ten-Step Hall was thick-skinned and tough.
She would rather die than leave Feini’s lap.