Lin Zhaojun at her peak was just that domineering—taking on two or three opponents alone was commonplace.
A serious Angelite was just that monstrous. Taking on four alone was easy; if necessary, she could take on seven without breaking a sweat.
If Lin Zhaojun was a powerful witch, then Angelite had surpassed powerful. The two might seem similar, but they were fundamentally different.
When Angelite left the field, she cheered with a savage grin.
She hugged Lin Zhaojun, high-fived Lilian, exchanged a string of passionate, profanity-laden witch banter with Du Lingxuan, then transformed back into an elegant young noblewoman and kissed the fingertips of the suppressing-a-laugh Histeria, and Jiang Han's as well.
She also casually ruffled Chen Ligu's head, drawing a round of complaints from Miss Chen.
"Angelite, I'm not a little witch!"
Still smiling, Angelite ruffled her head again. "Yes, yes, my dear little witch who just earned her special genius certification and went to war."
Finally, she stood before the coach and met her coach's gaze levelly.
"I did what I said I would." Her tone was calm, without the slightest trace of pride.
But to Jiang Han, this was the fucking coolest kind of pride.
Leticia revealed a disdainful smile and gave a derisive huff. "Lin Zhaojun did well. Angelite, though... she was far from it."
She was probably referring to how Angelite had nearly been taken out at the end by Euclia, who had entered the field last. It was clearly a bit forced.
Yet Angelite accepted the unequal treatment and gave a soft snort. "It won't happen next time."
In this world, she was the only one who dared say she would not let a top-tier witch injure her.
"Let's celebrate qualifying. It's our first match, after all," Histeria said.
"How about we go to