Histeria truly deserved her place on the list of chicken-slaying masters.
Her consistency was only a hair below that of the two French Great Witches, the twin stars of chicken-slaying. But when it came to crushing chickens who had never even played in the secondary leagues, even a one-versus-three was an unquestionable winning streak. She thoroughly trounced the Witch House's three heroines!
Don't be fooled by Xiya, one of the two princesses of the Turtle Dynasty, usually only driving a bus—it was because her strength was limited.
But look at this.
The moment chicken-slaying began, rapid assaults, flashy psychic energy, elegant all-out attacks—everything came out. She was practically an Xiya version of A Lin, and the fights were a dazzling spectacle!
After several sparring matches, the Witch House's three heroines sat blankly on the grass nearby. They looked as though they had nearly been beaten stupid.
As the saying went, when normal people saw their colleagues getting brutally beaten, they could not help but feel the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow. But witches were different!
Jiang Han was delighted!
At last, someone else has foolishly gone looking for a top-tier witch to spar with, just like me! she rejoiced inwardly. Her face remained as still as an ancient well, though, and she approached them with an expression of slight concern, lowering her voice a little. "Xiya is a championship-level player. It's normal that you can't beat her."
Chai Ying covered her mouth, and even her hat had been knocked off. Given witches' nature, they would definitely pick up a hat if it fell to the ground! One could only imagine how badly she had been beaten. The girl could not even speak properly, only repeating one sentence: "Mine."
Xiya had really hit them hard... Jiang Han shot her master