"Senior Sister?"
The young man drew a breath and looked at his sixth senior sister's livid face in disbelief.
Even Senior Sister had lost?
No, but how?
When it came to witch patterns, not just in the High Tower—even across the entire Witch Clan—among her generation, if Senior Sister claimed she was second, no one would dare call themselves first.
Even the master of the High Tower had praised Senior Sister's achievements in witch patterns more than once. If all witch patterns in the world amounted to one stone, Senior Sister alone possessed one dou of it.
A dou might seem like merely one-tenth, but in truth, that was already an immensely lofty compliment.
After all, the Primordial World was far too vast, and the Witch Clan far too numerous.
He might be the gatekeeper of the Hundred Beasts Combat Art, but if they were truly compared, once Senior Sister got serious, it was practically impossible for anyone to clear her trial.
Her talent was simply too terrifying. On top of that, she specialized in witch patterns, and her techniques were something ordinary people simply could not comprehend.
The red-haired woman who emerged ignored the young man.
When she had been utterly crushed, she had been furious—so furious she had laughed—and had wanted to kill that cheating challenger.
But after returning to this room, she felt that something was off.
First of all, would the High Tower itself permit that kind of cheating? If it had been prepared in advance, the High Tower could not possibly have failed to detect it. Though, given her teacher's temperament, he would most likely turn a blind eye.
As the saying went, being able to cheat was a skill in itself.
What one should fear were mediocre fools who could not even cheat.
Even