"Meow-ow-ow, what do we do now?!"
By the time Jiang Han left the arena and entered the lounge, she was already starting to panic. It felt like discovering during a mock exam before the real thing that she couldn't answer a single question. Cold sweat streamed down her back in the sweltering heat, her temples throbbed, and more and more white flecks danced before her eyes. When she opened her mouth, even her lips were numb.
To sum it up in one sentence:
This gal never learned cursecraft!
Although cursecraft was a Witch's ancestral technique—even harmless Witches like Du Pinyuan and Jiang Xuan knew a little—it was incredibly troublesome to master. If learning other magic was like learning skills in The Sims, where you could visibly watch a little progress bar rise, then learning curses was like studying in the real world: it made your scalp go numb.
You could still understand the previous sentence.
But the next sentence? Not a word.
Jiang Han did not even properly understand divination magic, let alone strange and marvelous arts outside the Eight Gates School like cursecraft.
"Meow-ow-ow, the cats understand. Give the cats just a little time."
Sweat had even seeped through Cat Dula's fur.
She widened her cat eyes and watched the replay together with Mao Philia.
Only through the replay did they finally see Wei Changqing's movements clearly.
Wei Changqing had made a triple feint. First, she thrust forward, lighting up her hand with the glow of an evocation spell, deceiving Jiang Han into misjudging the damage. Thinking she would not be killed by it, Jiang Han continued transforming.
The second feint was pretending that it was not evocation, but divination.
The third feint was a false forward press.
Unfortunately, all those feints had been performed for a blind woman.