The lingering rays of today's sun were a little more abundant than usual. The light still remained, as though firelight blanketed the horizon.
Yet Duel Island beneath that warming glow had long since been covered by biting cold winds.
Two witches were about to duel here.
Jiang Han and Angelite stood ready in their designated positions, gazing at one another.
The wind was strong today.
Bang—
Jiang Han lightly pressed down the long skirt billowing in the wind with one hand, while gripping a lightsword in the other.
Buzz!
The blade of light tore through the air with a soft hum.
That scorching, maddening magic power slowly spread outward, conquering nature itself, clutching the gale by the throat and bringing the restless, unsettling cold wind to a halt.
Jiang Han drew a soft breath. More than a hundred thousand units of magic power spread evenly through her body, so heavy that even the air seemed pinned in place.
"Whew—"
With that long exhalation, the entire world gave a faint shudder.
Jiang Han slowly raised her lightsword and held it level, its tip aimed at the witch across from her.
She expanded her magic power to its very limit and rammed it into Angelite through sheer force of magic—a malicious magic push!
A mountain-crushing, sea-overturning force slammed into the Final Witch.
Yet she merely paused for a moment. Even her clothes did not stir.
She tilted her head slightly, revealing a faint smile.
"Not bad magic power."
The chief referee, who had been stepping out from the referee passage, had been about to say something. But seeing that Angelite, the witch who had been fouled, said nothing herself, he could only shake his head helplessly and offer a warning.
"You two, the match has not begun yet. Please do not use