Ending the Battle in One Second

Hearing Alice's answer, Diana began to analyze the situation and prepared to send information to Ursula.

But as soon as she picked up the card on her desk, she saw the Wailing Banshee collapse and die on the screen.

Right, how could I forget? She's Ursula, the 'Witch of Fresh Blood.'

Wiping a cold sweat from her brow, Diana chuckled self-mockingly to herself.

Time rewound ten seconds.

Just as Diana was asking Alice how she had been defeated, the two contestants on the arena stage with the Transparent Man had finished exchanging their trash talk.

Having successfully stirred up the crowd's emotions, the Transparent Man adjusted their positions to a distance of twenty meters apart.

After all, a battle was about to take place. If they just stood right next to each other, what would the audience have to watch?

Once the positions were set, the Transparent Man looked from side to side.

【This match will only end in victory when an opponent surrenders or dies. Are both contestants ready for battle?】

“Let's start. I'm going to rip that bitch's mouth apart.”

A cruel and hideous smile appeared on Angelina Judy's face.

【And you?】

The Transparent Man turned his head to look at Ursula, who simply nodded without wasting any words.

【Excellent.】

The Transparent Man raised one hand and announced loudly.

【Then, let the first match of the quarter-finals of the Racial Competition Tournament, the Witch of Fresh Blood versus the Wailing Banshee, officially begin!】

As the Transparent Man's hand dropped, the match everyone had been waiting for finally commenced.

However, just like the Transparent Man's falling hand, Angelina Judy's body also fell, collapsing straight to the ground.

No...

One couldn't say she fell straight. It was more like... she coiled?

At this moment, Angelina Judy's body looked like a twisted piece of fried dough. It was hard to believe that this had been a rare, great beauty just a moment ago.

“This...”

“What's the situation?”

“Ending the battle in one second?”

“I have no idea! I was too busy focusing on the Transparent Man's announcement.”

“How could you get distracted? Unlike me, I was staring at the beauty the whole time.”

“...Then you tell me, what happened?”

“I don't know. Anyway, the moment that banshee fell, her body started twisting, and by the time she hit the ground, she looked like that.”

“Good lord, what kind of attack is that? It's terrifying.”

“Did you forget the Magic Eye that witches are best at? That's an overpowered weapon that can finish anyone with a look!”

“Right, right, Magic Eye! How could I forget that?”

“This skill is just unfair.”

“How do I become a witch? I think becoming a witch fits my temperament much better.”

“Heh, didn't you say before that you didn't want to turn into a girl?”

When they saw the result on the screen, everyone fell into a state of deep confusion.

To be able to stand out from so many people on the battlefield, these eight individuals definitely had extraordinary qualities.

And yet, this was it?

She didn't even have the strength to fight back against the enemy's attack?

Even the spectators themselves found it hard to believe.

Therefore, there was only one answer for such an overwhelming crushing of the battle: the Witch of Fresh Blood was stronger than the Wailing Banshee.

And much stronger at that.

This was especially true after someone mentioned the Magic Eye talent unique to witches.

Without a doubt, it must have been some powerful Magic Eye skill that caused the current situation.

As a result, some people began to envy these witches again.

Even those who had previously been dismissive were now starting to discuss Witch potions.

“See? What did I tell you? Witches are indeed the strongest. There was no need for this match at all!”

In the hall of a certain Adventurers' Guild, a man was talking grandly while holding a wooden mug.

With a wild smile on his face, he looked like a grinning fox.

“Hmph, so what? She just got a stronger Magic Eye ability. If I had that kind of Magic Eye, I'd be just as strong as that Witch of Fresh Blood.”

“You have a point. Witches are only so arrogant because they rely on their Magic Eyes.”

“If I had evolution items, I might have evolved even better and been more powerful than those little sluts.”

“Magic Eyes... they seem really high-class. What kind of Magic Eye do you think I'd get if I awakened one?”

“Go back to sleep, kid. You can have anything in your dreams.”

Some people stubbornly refused to admit defeat, and were followed by the agreement of many others.

Some even resentfully tried to compensate for their lack of evolution.

While everyone was enthusiastically discussing, a weak, small voice spoke a sentence that seemed deafening even amidst the clamor...

“It's so nice to be a witch. I really want to have a pair of Magic Eyes. No! Even if I only had one, it would probably be very powerful.”

“After all, for a transmigrator who hasn't evolved and has a low total mana capacity, using one eye should be enough.”

...

“This Ursula's ability is simply inconceivable. Are you sure you really don't know?”

While everyone else was discussing Ursula, Li Huai, in the resting area, was asking Lan Qingyou the same question as she snacked on original-flavored sunflower seeds.

“You've already asked this question for the third time. You started asking the moment Ursula took the stage.”

Lan Qingyou tossed away a seed shell and didn't even look at the stonemason master, Li Huai, continuing to eat her seeds at a leisurely pace.

Since her match was the last one, she had plenty of time to observe her future enemies.

In that case, it was better to rest comfortably first.

But then she ran into this simpleton who came to disturb her peace.

She had already said that to maintain a sense of mystery, she hadn't used 'Harvesting' on the other party.

But this guy, Li Huai, kept asking this and that.

She admitted that Ursula's move was indeed brilliant, as well as ruthless, and the impact it created was equally massive.

But firstly, she really hadn't looked, wanting to see if Ursula could bring her a surprise.

Secondly, even if she did know, it was impossible for her to give away information about one of her own. Wouldn't that make her a traitor?

“Besides, even in the semi-finals, it'll be me fighting you. Why are you asking so clearly?”

Lan Qingyou glanced sideways at him and asked curiously.

That was right.

According to the knockout bracket, Li Huai was in the third match, and she was in the fourth.

If things went smoothly, the semi-finals would be between the two of them, so there was no need to ask.

He couldn't possibly be preparing for the grand finals in advance, could he?

“Hey, hey, witch, have you forgotten about me? Or do you think I can't even beat this middle-aged pretty boy?”

Just as Lan Qingyou finished speaking, before Li Huai could say anything, Xin Tianle, who was stuffing her face nearby, was not happy.

The way she said it made it sound like she would definitely be defeated in the third match. Anyone would have a bit of an issue hearing that.

“Oh, my dear friend, I am merely describing a possibility.”

“You...!”

Lan Qingyou's theatricality of a poorly dubbed foreign film immediately left Xin Tianle fuming so hard she couldn't see straight.

But at that moment, with two soft sounds, Ursula returned to the resting area, while the contestants for the second match, Alisa and Mayuzono Mitsuaki, vanished from their spots and appeared on the arena.