"Why put yourself through so much?"
Ji Haijun asked, panting heavily, her eyes half-lidded.
She was not a perfect Witch. After six consecutive grueling battles, even the body of a Witch as strong as she was would be exhausted. Resurrection was no divine panacea; that was precisely why recovery ability was counted among a Witch's hard strength.
Compared to her, Jiang Han was in much better condition.
Jiang Han's heart was merely beating a little faster, and she was sweating a little more.
She looked at Ji Haijun with those wet eyes and shook her head. "Then why are you putting yourself through so much?"
"You're still young."
"You already have a crown."
"Does that mean we have to slaughter each other?"
"We have to..."
Jiang Han was certain that she would face resistance unlike anything before in the final match, and equally certain that she would display a state unlike anything before in that final match.
The referee gave them no time to rest further. After confirming that both sides [still possessed spellcasting ability], he brutally announced [Match Start]. Once airborne, he hurled down a swift fireball.
The instant the flames exploded, Jiang Han felt a little as though she were about to fall asleep.
This was one manifestation of extreme magical exhaustion.
She had drained her magic dry dozens of times. Compared to before, her current recovery speed was practically like "using a straw to refill the sea."
But she could say with certainty:
"Right now, I'm stronger than the me from the previous six matches put together."
This was not on the physical level.
Nor was it in terms of so-called [actual combat power].
It was on a spiritual level.
Jiang Han emptied her mind, and the heart drowsy from lacking stamina and magic awakened.
Her desire