Lilith possessed a comprehensive range of technical abilities, was learned and versatile, and had mastered six different witch languages, as well as twenty-five nonhuman languages, including extraterrestrial ones.
A master of the Transmutation School, she was proficient in the spells of six schools. Yet she did not formally possess the witch profession, so her specialties were not as comprehensive as those of other Great Witches.
This was what Lilith had displayed so far.
A Great Witch who, even without engraving [Powerful] into the memories and thoughts of every witch, was already terrifying and powerful enough.
In many ways, there was an enormous gap between top-tier witches and Archwitches; and among top-tier witches, Great Witches could nearly look down upon all other Great Witches. They were the elite among elites—like an Akatsuki organization where "Super Kage-level" had not even become commonplace, and all ten members had been replaced with figures like the First Hokage and Madara.
That was the difference in scale between Great Witches and top-tier witches.
Lilith was brimming with killing intent today. Her utterly silent gaze made Jiang Han feel entirely unfamiliar with her—and sent her blood boiling.
Good.
This was the Great Witch I wanted to fight—the great Dragon Transformation School witch, not some Great Dragon Plushie or whatever...
Jiang Han felt her heartbeat and closed her eyes.
That heartbeat did not leap with excitement. It was calm—calm still. Yet blood nearly at the boil had already spread through her body, and the fragrant scent in the air seemed steeped in the smell of rust.
Jiang Han had thought she would never come to love duels.
This kind of duel was too brutal. Getting hit in the body hurt badly, and there were all kinds of painful lingering injuries.
But violence was something rooted deep in