Flames surged and danced in her bloodline, as if the subjects were welcoming their queen.
Huayin Phoenix felt that scorching power nearly bursting from within her, the corners of her lips curving into a bold and confident smile.
She had no intention of holding back. To probe against this legendary first Demon Hunter would be an insult—not only to herself, but to the very duel itself.
She had come here to challenge this former legend with her full strength, to see for herself whether she truly deserved her reputation.
Very well, Angela Teacher. You know I am a Phoenix, and yet you dared to challenge me yourself. That courage—I acknowledge it.
She praised her in her heart, but her actions showed no respect at all.
The enormous flaming wings fully spread out behind her, each beat stirring waves of scorching heat that baked the dust along the old Dormitory Corridor walls, filling the air with the smell of burning.
In her hand, the tip of that ornate Magic Wand was gathering a blinding red light.
What she wanted was to crush this idle senior of six years head-on, in the wildest, most overwhelming way possible, and let her understand that times had changed!
Tsk, opening with your ultimate move—what a wasteful, clueless brat.
Ange gazed at the nearly miniature sun that Huayin had become, sighing inwardly.
The searing waves made the silver locks at her forehead curl faintly, but even such high temperatures couldn’t burn away the cold sharpness on her face.
Huayin had offended her dignity as a Demon Hunter. She needed to teach her a lesson—a harsh one.
This was what a teacher ought to do, and it was no personal grudge.
No choice, then.
She took a deep breath, as if diving into a deep pool, and sank her consciousness into that filthy power within her body.
A sliver of her bloodline was quietly stirred—not borrowed, more like she opened a crack in a floodgate.
But truth be told, ever since she’d been branded with the Magic Mark, she hadn’t used this power for a long time, because…
“Ugh…”
In an instant, an indescribable heat shot up from the Magic Mark on her lower abdomen, like countless tiny insects crawling and gnawing.
It was different from the devastating wave that erupted when the Magic Mark went out of control.
This felt more like an all-pervading itch, a kind of frustration that left her limbs weak and her mind distracted.
Using this Bloodline Power was like deliberately teasing that damned Magic Mark. Her cheeks flushed involuntarily, her breathing skipping a beat.
Damn it… Always like this. Couldn’t that damned Succubus revive so she could kill her again?
She cursed in her heart at the long-dead Succubus, and at her own troublesome Curse.
While Ange was struggling to endure the strange sensations inside her, Huayin had already finished her preparations.
“Haaah—! Flames! Gather at my hand!”
With a shout, dozens of blazing fireballs, like loyal guards, hovered densely in the air behind her, illuminating the dim corridor as brightly as daylight.
The fireballs had blinding white cores, fringed by roiling orange-red flames, radiating destructive heat that made even the air warp.
Huayin raised her Magic Wand high, her face openly brimming with anticipation of victory.
She liked this feeling—of having power under her control, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
But then, a rather weak, and even strangely trembling voice interrupted her just as she was about to swing her arm down.
“W-wait… Huayin…”
Huayin arched a brow, glancing at Ange’s red eyes as they blinked.
She saw her Angela Teacher panting slightly, an unnatural flush on her face, one hand unconsciously pressing her lower abdomen. Her expression looked… a little odd?
“Could we… maybe take this outside?”
Ange’s voice had a trace of barely noticeable forbearance.
“If we wreck the walls in here… the Academy will make me pay for it… I’m really broke…”
“……”
A weird silence filled the air.
Ingrid Beltans was already covering her face at the side, unable to keep watching.
In truth, the teacher could just use her money, but apparently Angela Teacher still couldn’t bear to spend her student’s funds… Wuwuwu, she’s so nice.
Huayin was stunned for a moment, then a fiercer, teasing and indignant fire burned in those crimson eyes.
Pay for damages? At a moment like this, she’s worried about paying for damages?! This was an insult to her fighting at full strength!
“Heh…”
Huayin let out a cold laugh, tossing away all hesitation. “Teacher, maybe you should worry about yourself first!”
As the words left her lips, she swung her Magic Wand fiercely in all directions!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
No longer focusing her attacks, those dozens of fireballs brimming with wild energy shot out like a disturbed swarm of bees, blasting indiscriminately at every surface of the corridor—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and every possible angle where Ange might dodge.
She would scorch this place into a wasteland in the most brutish, wasteful way and see just how this teacher who loved her walls would handle it.
The blazing flames instantly consumed the corridor’s calm, explosions and shockwaves of heat sweeping through everything.
Huayin waited for the outcome she already anticipated, ready to end the battle with the posture of a victor.
Angela Teacher couldn’t protect her walls, nor could she protect herself. That’s what she saw.
“Tch, brat, compared to you, Ingrid is an absolute angel.”
“What?! Ugh—aaaah!”
A voice came from behind. Just as Huayin turned her head, a sharp pain shot up from between her legs.
Ange’s leg, wrapped in black stockings, struck directly between her thighs, leaving her mind blank except for the agony.
“I held back, you know. That shouldn’t have hurt too much.”
“You! You’re so despicable!!”
Huayin lost all her previous confidence and poise, writhing on the ground in pain like a worm.
“Sorry, but you were about to burn down my room and make me pay for it. That’s something I can’t tolerate.”