"Three Witches!"
Dorothy split into three, becoming three porcelain dolls exquisite enough to be called delicate masterpieces. They were roughly three or four centimeters taller than Jiang Han, and the magic power in their bodies was about 13% weaker than when she was fully grown. However, all three duplicates possessed the same amount of magic power. In other words, setting aside magic quality, their combat strength could rise to more than twice its original level—basically just over double.
Not as strong as imagined.
If magic quality was factored in, their combat strength might only be around 150% of the original.
"Your physical attributes are pretty good; they haven't been drastically reduced. But the reduction in magic quality is a bit too much. A single Fireball Spell from your original body could perfectly swallow two Fireball Spells from you in your current state..."
The advantage of having Sophia as a doctor was that she did not need to squat down to give little girls physical examinations. Hehe.
This ghost doctor in a black loli outfit was conducting the most basic tests on Dorothy's three duplicates, each of whom had already lit herself a cigar.
"How's your stamina?"
"I'm built like a bull!" "I'm strong like tiger blood flows through my veins!" "I was already the champion before I even split up!"
The first two little Dorothys snapped their gazes toward the third, whose face was brimming with smug pride. Then they exchanged a glance, nodded in perfect tacit understanding, and rolled up their sleeves.
"..."
"How is it?"
Jiang Han put away the Witch Cards and stuffed the "specially brewed wine fruit" she had won from Mao Peng into her tail, arranging for the Mist Immortal kittens to store it in the warehouse holding Heavy Cat's Wrath.
She glanced at Sophia,