Chapter 83: Sorry, I Am (Seven)
“Why are you barking like a dog? You’re the only one here just filling the numbers! You might as well get lost and let a proper School President take over!” Samimi shouted back furiously.
“You… you, you, you!” The Hong Lion, who had been full of spirit just moments ago, was left speechless by the insult.
“What do you mean ‘you’? The loudest barking dog is always the weakest mutt! You have no right to talk to me! Get out of my way!” Samimi threw all notions of ladylike behavior aside and let loose with a full-on verbal assault.
Although I, Samimi, don’t have the brains of a politician, I do have the mouth of a veteran online troll with over twenty years of experience.
“Nun, do you have anything to say before we start?” The Orange Lion pulled his younger brother aside, stepped forward, and asked.
“Yes,” Samimi suggested, “You shouldn’t be called Orange Lion. You should change your name to Smiling Tiger.”
“Ha ha, everyone says Saint’s words are always so polished and rehearsed. Today, I finally understand why,” the Orange Lion said calmly, showing no sign of impatience.
“Cut the nonsense. Get ready to duel!” Samimi said.
She knew that no matter what she said to these three presidents, it would be useless. People who could become presidents wouldn’t be easily shaken by a few words.
The expressions of Khalid of the Rock and Shirley Williams didn’t change at all from beginning to end. One looked at her as if she were prey, the other as if she were already dead.
Talking to those two was a complete waste of breath. The only language they understood was the language of fists.
“Ghor Ghor Yu! Ghor Weng Weng! Ghor Ghor Yu!”
Soon, the six giant pillars of the White Brick Arena transformed again into massive magical barriers to prevent the audience from being caught in the attack.
Several magic instructors came to guard the arena, jointly casting powerful protective wards to build a solid magical shield and prevent any accidents. After all, the cage this time was filled with first-rate little monsters.
Besides Khalid of the Rock and Shirley Williams, the Orange Lion, who hadn’t been mentioned much, was not to be underestimated either.
Why hadn’t anyone talked about her? Because no one knew any information about the Orange Lion. Even Bemore and Priestess Rebecca, two traitors who once mingled in the Flame School, had no clear idea of the president’s strength.
She definitely didn’t become president by relying on mere luck, but no one knew the extent of her power. This was actually a terrifying matter. The secrecy was just too well maintained.
That’s why Samimi called her a Smiling Tiger—a sly and deeply hidden villain who deserved extra caution.
The eight of them faced each other in the arena, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
“Don’t say we’re bullying you. You activate your magical shields first,” the Orange Lion said.
“No, you go first,” Samimi waved her hand, refusing.
A woman wanting to sabotage herself at this moment? In magic duels, the one who acts first usually suffers a disadvantage; the one who acts second has the chance to counterattack.
“Very well then. Khalid, I’m counting on you,” said the Orange Lion as she clapped her hands, her expression gradually turning cold.
Khalid slowly raised his hand, summoning his magic staff from thin air. At the same time, the arena was engulfed in swirling earth elemental energy, and his body instantly turned into sand, beginning to erect a high wall right there.
In just five seconds, a thick earth wall over ten meters tall had formed, shielding the four behind it.
No, the four opponents stood on top of the wall, looking down like a real city wall, complete with guardrails and magical firing ports for archers.
In theory, this was also a magical shield.
But it was simply too overwhelming. The strength was so fierce it inspired awe.
This was Mountain Mage magic—the strongest natural element defense—controlling sand to form a solid magical shield that resisted both magic and physical attacks. It could block any assault.
An earth magic apprentice could erect a city wall like this. The strongest earth mage could even summon an entire fortress.
“Looks like you weren’t bluffing.”
Samimi looked up at the four figures standing on the earth wall, knowing that Bemore hadn’t exaggerated in the slightest.
The next moment, she raised her hand and erected the Wall of Thorns, protecting her teammates.
However, her Wall of Thorns looked minuscule and utterly insignificant compared to Khalid’s rock fortress.
“Perfect Multiple Fireball!”
The Hong Lion swayed her ruby staff, conjuring one perfect giant fireball after another, hurling them straight at the rock wall.
“Doo! Peng! Pi! Pi! Xi! Xi!”
The four from the School of Healing had no choice but to hide behind the Wall of Thorns, withstanding the concentrated bombardment of multiple large fireballs. Waves of scorching flame kept spreading, making it impossible to show their heads.
Because these were magical attacks raining down from above, they had an absolute advantage in angle.
Samimi needed to tilt the top of the Wall of Thorns like a canopy to block these attacks.
The duel was only in the first round, but their side was already at a disadvantage.
White-haired Witch Bemore also hid behind the Wall of Thorns, feeling the residual impact of the seemingly flawless fireballs.
Whether inwardly or outwardly, she was suppressed by the flames to the point where she couldn’t lift her head. A self-mocking smile crept across her lips.
“[Heart Calming Spell]”
“[Like Still Water]”
“[Chant Acceleration].”
“[Concentration].”
Just at this moment, Samimi’s rapid chanting began. Her chaotic mind instantly calmed, becoming courageous and resolute.
“[Goddess’s Blessing].”
A warm magical power flowed into her body, dramatically boosting her magic output.
Bemore watched as Samimi knelt on the ground, this time sincerely clasping her hands to chant. A faint healing holy light emitted from her body, connecting to her.
“I’ve never seen this spell before,” Bemore said, sensing it was a legendary-level support magic.
“Use your talent and magic to help us break through,” Samimi said softly, her back to Bemore. “It’s time to make our name known.”
Bemore pulled out her L-shaped black wooden staff hanging at her waist.
Now was finally the chance to talk about the White-haired Witch’s strange staff. Outsiders from other worlds might not recognize it, but we modern folk could tell right away what it resembled.
It was a handgun!
Her black wooden staff looked exactly like a handgun, and her grip was just like holding a gun. Even her spellcasting movements resembled shooting.
The White-haired Witch’s compressed fire spell was no different from a bullet. The author of Thin Veil Duel designed her as a gunner, truly possessing the skills of a cross-world mage.
“Zhu! Peng! Pi! Pi! Pi! Peng!”
One perfect fireball after another fell from the sky, suppressing the orc nun’s attempts to launch a surprise attack.
At the critical moment, Bemore suddenly flashed half her body out from behind the Wall of Thorns and raised her black wooden staff to the sky.
“[Friendly Fire]”