The Wheelchair Cup was a great competition, one that rose above lowbrow tastes. It originated from witch dueling tournaments, yet stood above witch dueling tournaments.
Jiang Han witnessed more than a dozen tactical concepts she had never even dared imagine.
For instance, there was a witch who had recently become obsessed with the random-duel ladder.
This witch used a Death Finger strategy paired with all sorts of messy buffs.
She shot Teacher Yu so hard he went numb.
Teacher Yu was sent straight into the losers' bracket.
What was even more mind-numbing was—
This little Death Finger genius had her strategy exposed, got specifically countered and beaten up, and also fell into the losers' bracket.
Under the Wheelchair Cup's excellent matchmaking system, Teacher Yu had to play her all over again.
"..."
The random-duel ladder—if not exactly a wild battlefield—at least had an excellent regional matchmaking system. Any spell combo that showed up there was generally the sort that died the instant it was tested.
As for the core concept, Du Lingxuan summed it up for the witches watching the livestream in one sentence.
"Holy shit, it's Cosmic Bomb Build—just crazily stacking your own Spell Penetration."
Cosmic Bomb Build had come from a witch in 1920 with a mere fifteen thousand mana, who was to this day known as the "Supreme Saintly Master of Duels."
There was a reason her title lacked the word "Wisest."
That was because another witch of her era could also be called a supreme master of dueling wisdom. Put the two together, and they were exemplars and models for spellcasters everywhere.
Anyway, Eileen had been utterly numb back then.
Because those two crouching dragons and fledgling phoenixes had both belonged to her club. Little Eileen truly was the most blessed person in the world, possessing