Wei Changqing was absolutely a difficult opponent to deal with.
But now that it had been confirmed, all she could do was fight. Jiang Han no longer had the slightest complaint about drawing a monster in the lottery. After all, among the five major cups and two major tournaments of Witch World, who among those left by the Round of 16 wasn't a monster? Oh, Cat Han and Teacher Ji didn't count—they were exceptions.
Leaving aside those two weakest ones, the remaining witches were generally monsters with at least one top-tier certificate at home. Some had no certificates, but those without top-tier certificates usually weren't weak—they were simply too competitive. Take the simplest Fire Dragon Certificate, for instance. There was a whole crowd of reserve witches competing for it, because among the top-tier certificates, its requirements were relatively straightforward: be basically invincible among those of the same tier.
But the simplest method was also the most difficult way to obtain it.
A heap of peak-level fierce witches fought over that certificate. Naturally, it was difficult beyond difficult.
Jiang Han felt that earning a certificate in the future might be rather troublesome for her.
Over the past few days, she had been thinking while carrying out targeted training. She had also completely stopped caring about whether she exposed herself, stuffing large numbers of cat lamps into every place Wei Changqing frequented. This was something top-tier cat witches inevitably did before a duel.
When interviewed, Wei Changqing said with a bitter smile:
"Every day when I wake up and leave the house, I see several cat lamps hugging typewriters and staring at me. It's the same when I go to the training room—everywhere I go. I feel like I'm about to be drowned in cats."
Even knowing that cat lamps would leak