Even if she could eventually defeat Xin Tianle, it would certainly have been after a grueling battle, and only after she had figured out her patterns and gathered intel.
After all, she truly hadn't realized what was going on with Xin Tianle's overreaction yesterday.
But her Lord Goddess had merely taken one look, noted the other's abnormality, and even applied that knowledge to the battle to secure the final victory.
She had to admit that she simply didn't possess that level of deductive reasoning or sharp insight.
Fine.
Another poor soul had been duped by Lan Qingyou's previous nonsense.
Chewing on a piece of shrimp, Lan Qingyou glanced at Ursula and then continued eating, having no intention of clarifying anything.
“But it’s wonderful that you prepared life-saving items in advance, Clan Leader. You really gave me a fright just now,” Ursula said with a humble smile after being congratulated by Lan Qingyou.
She had only woken up after Lan Qingyou had entered the arena.
The first thing she saw upon waking was the image of Lan Qingyou falling from the sky; she had nearly gone berserk then.
If Alisa hadn't said, “How could a person like her not have a trump card?” Ursula would have definitely started looking for a way out of the rest area immediately.
But that didn't mean that person, Xin Tianle, was allowed to ‘profane’ her Lord Goddess.
Fortunately, Lan Qingyou had managed to survive that situation.
Otherwise, Alisa didn't even want to imagine what this woman would have done.
When Ursula was on the verge of losing it, Alisa could clearly feel that the aura radiating from her was even stronger than when they had fought earlier.
It was possible she hadn't gone all out in their previous fight before being countered, or perhaps she was about to unleash some kind of ultimate move.
In response to Ursula’s comment, Lan Qingyou made a couple of muffled sounds through her mouthful of food as an acknowledgment.
To be honest, although she knew she was an ageless and immortal being and didn't fear any form of assassination, that was the first time she had ever felt the sensation of death.
This feeling of being reborn from death felt quite mysterious to her.
It was as if her soul had momentarily left this place and gone somewhere else.
It was a thick fog area where visibility was perhaps only three to five meters; she could see nothing around her except her own hands.
It felt as if she had arrived in the legendary hell.
However, she had seen hell creatures before. If hell were just a place of thick fog, they definitely wouldn't look the way they did.
It couldn't be that she was just unlucky and happened to arrive on a foggy day, could it?
Perhaps the place she had just sensed was merely a gateway or something similar.
Whatever... she shouldn't overthink it.
Anyway, as someone who was ageless and immortal, she likely wouldn't have many chances to visit that place in her life, aside from the exact second she died.
...
Time spent slacking off always passed quickly.
Before they knew it, the time for the grand finals in the afternoon drew near. Lan Qingyou was woken up by Ursula after a short nap.
Lan Qingyou had originally suggested that Alisa should sleep for a bit too.
Since Ursula was going to wake her up anyway, waking one more person wouldn't be a bother.
But the other woman had refused.
Her reasoning was much the same as Lan Qingyou's earlier: she didn't need concern from an opponent.
Fine.
In truth, they were two of a kind; neither could call the other stubborn.
【Hello, everyone! After a break that was neither too long nor too short, we are about to enter the finals of this tournament.】
【This final match will be between the Witch of the Workshop and the Witch of the High Tower.】
【I believe that after these two days of intense competition, everyone has gained a certain understanding of both contestants. So now, let us grandly invite our two finalists to the stage!】
As the time for the afternoon match arrived, the transparent man, who had been missing for a while, reappeared on the arena with a microphone.
After a brief speech, he teleported Lan Qingyou and Alisa onto the battlefield.
The two of them, who were already rested and prepared, weren't particularly surprised.
After all, everyone knew this guy was impatient and would teleport people as soon as he finished a couple of sentences.
In fact, Lan Qingyou and Alisa believed that if he didn't feel the need to say a few opening words to prove he was ‘working,’ he would probably have skipped the introduction entirely.
【All right, now that both contestants are on the field, let us interview them.】
As he spoke, the transparent man suddenly split into two, walking over to Lan Qingyou and Alisa respectively.
Clones—a very simple skill. Many people possessed various talents, so no one found it strange.
【So, Alisa, what are your thoughts on this match?】 the transparent man asked the winner of the first match first.
“No thoughts. It’s just a matter of winning or losing; there isn't a third option,” Alisa replied, staring with her usual dead-fish eyes, showing no interest in being interviewed.
Perhaps seeing through Alisa's attitude, the transparent man turned his attention to the other side.
【And what about you, Lan Qingyou?】
“What thoughts could I have? There are only two witches left now. That means regardless of who wins, the Witch race will have swept all top three spots. Since that’s the case, why can't we just declare the competition over? This is a victory between races, not individuals, anyway,” Lan Qingyou said indifferently, floating in the air and looking down at her nails.
It was very blunt, but also very true.
Of course, it also invited a lot of hostility.
Even if some people had expected this to happen because of the transparent man's earlier slip of the tongue, hearing the person involved state the fact still left many feeling dissatisfied.
“What’s with the witches? Does being a witch give them the right to be so boastful?”
“What else can you do? Go up there and spit on her?”
“Haha, if he actually dared to do that, I’d give him half my daily income from now on.”
“Me too.”
“Obviously, that’s a suicidal suggestion. Is living not good enough? Why go and provoke those witches?”
“I just can't stand them. Don't you think they look like they don't give a damn about anyone else?”
“Hmm... that is true, but why do you need others to give a damn about you? What a strange kink.”
“Hmph, you have no dignity. I’m not even going to talk to you.”
Lan Qingyou's words ignited dissatisfaction in some hearts, but they were helpless against the reality.
No one knew what the contestants were doing last night.
However, many people had been crunching the numbers for everyone on the world channel last night.
Of course.
Those numbers weren't about the netizens or the audience.
They were based on yesterday's contestants.
Rate on N.U.
