A bear-like beastman roared and charged forward.
Cui Ciyou instinctively unleashed the Sword God Style's Sword of Light.
An instant kill. All show, no substance-a guy who only looked intimidating.
Meanwhile, the farce sparked by the two troublesome Beastfolk princesses was playing out in several places at once.
At the training grounds of the Ranoa Mansion.
"Hahahaha! Too weak! Is that all you've got? You're not even enough for a warm-up!"
Alice's trademark laugh, brimming with wild abandon, echoed throughout the training grounds.
More than a dozen challengers already lay sprawled at her feet.
Every one of them had a bruised, swollen face and limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Their mouths let out pained groans; clearly, quite a few bones had been broken.
Of course, in a world with healing magic, these were only minor injuries-about as serious as a scrape.
Alice herself had not shed a single drop of sweat.
She held a wooden sword, her scarlet fighting spirit blazing around her like fire. Bloodthirsty excitement glinted in her red eyes.
For a battle fanatic like Alice, this endless stream of punching bags delivered right to her doorstep was simply the greatest gift in the world.
Far from finding it irritating, she was enjoying every minute.
Elsewhere, on the campus of the Ranoa University of Magic.
"O wind, become invisible ropes and bind the fool before me."
Sylphy stood in the open space before a classroom building, her pale fingertips lightly tracing through the air.
Without a sound, several invisible ropes of densely concentrated wind elements formed in an instant. They bound a wolf beastman who was attempting to charge her, sending him tumbling to the ground in an utterly ridiculous pose, unable to move.
A helpless, wry smile touched her face.
"Honestly... I'm going to be late