Cat fought herself half to death!
Jiang Han came down from the arena, drenched in sweat from head to toe. She hurriedly grabbed the referee and asked, "When does our next match start?"
The soaking-wet cat's eyes widened.
First, the referee marveled, [This cat could be used to make soup], then, [I want a girlfriend this tiny], and finally, [Holy shit, Han!]
One against two. Though she had been fighting noobs, the sheer value of that feat was anything but low.
When two Witches teamed up, their combined strength was absolutely far beyond 1+1=2, and dealing with them was bound to be incredibly difficult.
"When you're fighting one against two, you can assume the enemy's casting speed will be scrambled, yet still more than twice as fast as that of ordinary Witches. You can also disregard all [uncommon spells] and [uncommon casting techniques]. One of them might be chanting a large-scale spell while the other desperately stalls for time."
Lin Zhaojun had said that herself. Even A Lin found one-versus-two troublesome.
"What a rising star. No, she's already more mature than a rising star."
The referee said, "In ten minutes. Your schedule overlaps slightly with that of another group, and we, the Eileen Cup organizers, sincerely apologize for the delay..."
"Yay!"
Jiang Han was already bouncing on her feet. She turned and waved. "Thanks! Let's grab coffee together sometime, sister!"
Perfect—she had ten minutes!
She could take a shower!
Jiang Han rushed into the two-person lounge, dove straight beneath the bathing blanket, and drew the shower curtain. Beneath a natural mountain-and-river scene, she began bathing, using cat foaming cleanser until her tail and ears were both covered in bubbles.
Just as she began scrubbing her fur, Olivia finally seemed to come to her senses. From the other side of the