"What a spectacular lightning assault! Du Xiurong kept evading, kept closing the distance—holy crap! A reverse steam-cannon charge! What an insanely badass move!"
Du Lingxuan's cry of astonishment was basically the true reflection of what the watching Witches were feeling.
Du Xiurong stopped pulling pranks, too.
Theresa of the Water Dragon Certificate stopped doing that funny squinty-eyed act. Instead, she [opened her eyes!], staring wide-eyed as the gentle smile on her face turned into the same unhinged grin Cat Han wore. She cast spells while letting out sinister "Kekekeke" laughter. The mist spell spreading around her also became a blood mist.
It pressed down on Du Xiurong from all directions.
"I shall ferry you across!" "Behold the power of the Salt Faction!" "I'm going to stuff salted rice dumplings into your OOO!" At the height of her excitement, she even roared things like that—so wildly inappropriate for children that even the Witches had to censor it before letting little Witches watch.
Du Xiurong fought up a temper.
Chainsaw in her left hand, dragging blade slash after slash—every strike lethal!
Palm-thunder revolver in her right hand, six shots in a row—every bullet aimed at a vital point!
Neither of them bothered with buffs. Mainly because if Immortal Witches used buffs, these two would probably have to imitate the reckless Xu Chu battling Brocade Ma Chao. What they cared about was: "One hit, clothes burst," "two hits, down she goes," "three hits, fast-forward straight to the defeat CG..."
Look at them—one flushed red like Guan Yu, the other red-faced like Guan Sheng. What a fine ancestor-and-descendant match. A bootleg fighting the genuine article; the legendary powerful claimant going up against the true owner herself.
But seriously, these two sisters fought until they were drenched in sweat, their clothes bursting again and again.