Eight o'clock at night.
In a man-made courtyard in the Holy Land, a massive column of water suddenly shot out of the lake. The surface was instantly churned into chaos, waves crashing wildly against the shore. One figure after another was then flung onto the sandy beach.
Perfect score, perfect score, perfect score, dead last, dead last, dead last...
"Young Master, are you all right?"
"Reliable as ever, Babalia!"
Medanzo vigorously slapped the noble butler on the shoulder twice before jumping down from his arms... All around them, quite a few members of the Underdogs were stuck in the sand like scallions.
Most of them seemed to have landed safely. Except for the Muddled Witch. For some reason, half of a statue had appeared where she fell, buried in the sand.
Thus, the hardheaded Muddled Witch was now in a state between life and death, with blood streaming from a split-open head.
"Quickly, check everyone's injuries!"
Leader Ye Yan's voice came from the distance... The scattered members of the Underdogs began regrouping.
Although these members had been hacked almost to death by the Sword King General earlier, they had recovered remarkably quickly after applying the Muddled Witch's ointment. Even after this disaster, they were merely somewhat pale.
Senior Yulia hurried over to Miss Sakura, the Witch, lifted her up, and casually slapped the Witch twice across the cheeks. "Hey, wake up?"
Her face was already swollen from the beating, but the Muddled Witch showed no sign of waking.
"Senior Yulia, M-Miss Yulia, I still have some... some medicine left over from earlier... medicine!"
"Oh... Daphne? All right, you do it." Senior Yulia nodded and handed the injured Witch over. As she did, she sized up Daphne. "Huh? What's that on you...?"
Since she had gotten wet, quite a few parts