Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"The 'Red Robe Death God Sect' gained a notorious reputation, as countless people were terrified at the mere mention of them. Of course, after the war ended, such brutal atrocities were also punished; the 'Red Robe Death God Sect' was forbidden from proselytizing and spreading its disciples beyond the Deep River Star Domain for a hundred years. Herschlett himself was shackled for fifty years and was only allowed to remove them shortly before his death."

"Furthermore, there was Hademia, who single-handedly piloted a transformable fighting machine into the enemy space station, released a massive amount of electromagnetic lightning to paralyze it, and prevented the conservative opposition from rallying troops. He is also the founder of Hademia University. Nowadays, the prestigious Thunder Edge Academy in the South First District is an affiliated high school of Hademia University. However, the university's main campus is not in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain but in the adjacent Thunder Horn Star Domain."

"Each rank has a different way of fighting. At Sequence 4, firearms are used more often; Sequence 5 allows for experimentation with other methods. Sequence 6 offers considerable freedom; it requires you to define your fighting style according to your own flavor."

"As for Sequence 7, at this level, you stand on the battlefield as a beacon for countless people, a hero surrounded by admirers, the core trump card that can change the tide of battle, capable of easily destroying cities, penetrating space stations, and forcefully breaking through any weak defenses."

"Keep it up; plenty of excitement awaits you in the future." At N's words, everyone felt their blood boiling with excitement, except for the black-haired girl, whose gaze was calm and serene.

"Tilan." N suddenly called her name.

"Here." She stepped forward.

"Next is combat training. Your goal is to defeat everyone else within two minutes; that is your objective for today. As for the others, your goal is to withstand Tilan's onslaught for one minute and thirty seconds."

"Sigh."

Everyone looked surprised, and some even wondered if they had heard wrong. During the last two days of training, they had become familiar with the black-haired girl. Although her marksmanship was good, her delicate figure and personality did not strike them as that of a strong fighter. Besides, even if she were a genius, wasn't everyone here a genius? Why arrange it this way? Was it an insult to them, suggesting that even united, they could not withstand this girl's attack for two minutes?

N offered no explanation or response, simply telling everyone to get ready.

After taking positions on both sides of the training field, they faced each other holding blunt weapons, with the exception of the black-haired girl who held a steel sword.

"Do we really have to do this, Teacher N?" She looked to the side and asked.

"There's no need to hesitate, Tilan. It's time for you to see for yourself what level you are at. Being too modest isn't a good thing," N shook his head.

"Alright, the combat begins now!" With a gesture of his hand, he swept a Qi Blade through the air, cutting across the center line of the combat area.

The two sides sprang into action immediately, starting with Yalian, the genius elf boy wielding an ancient wood staff, muttering words while scattering a handful of seeds. These seeds hadn't even hit the ground before they began to grow rapidly, with twisted vines creating an advantageous environment on the battlefield.

On the other side, Efnie frowned slightly while watching the girl of the same age opposite her. She extended her palm, and a flame emerged, quickly twisting and compressing, then shooting out fiercely. As for Valke, he clashed his fists together, slightly sinking his stance, standing firm like a tower, fixing his gaze on the delicate girl in the distance.

Confronting the various methods from her opponents, the girl held her sword, drawing a half-circle arc in front of her with a mix of fast and slow movements. The silver crescent blade appeared, instantly splitting the approaching fireball, which would typically explode but instead dissipated quickly after being cleaved, with only some sparks scattered. This left Efnie in astonishment; her own flame was not ordinary, imbued with her "Circulating Back Flame" property to re-contract and combust after the explosion.

Next, as the other two opponents fired at her, the black-haired girl swiftly weaved through, her sword as if dancing in her hand, intersecting sword marks shredding the bullets before her. The Transcendent Profession granted her special perception abilities, allowing her to calculate trajectories in advance as soon as the opponents pulled their triggers. Unless it was a sniper shot out of her line of sight, it was very hard to hit her.

Moving closer to her opponents' formation, blocking the way was Valke with punches as powerful as cannons. His long-cultivated momentum burst forth like a column of sunlight rushing towards the opponent. However, Tilan grazed past it in a dangerous maneuver, narrowly avoiding a direct hit.

After getting close, the two engaged in a rapid combat for a few seconds, the sounds of the steel sword clashing with the bracers were like firecrackers. Just when Valke thought he was getting into his stride, the girl suddenly shifted past him and went straight to the back, interrupting Yalian who was about to perform some secret technique.

The silver of the blade swept diagonally across Yalian's chest, making him catch his breath, halting his cursing chant. Then, a chill ran through his neck as droplets of blood seeped out, and he couldn't help but stop all his movements. Had the enemy across from him not held back, he would have been dead. Read latest chapters at empire

Following that were two Sequence 4 geniuses, who forwent shooting with guns and drew their swords to engage the girl in close combat. But in less than six seconds, they were defeated and knelt down, clutching their painful wrists.

At this time, Efnie once again displayed the ability associated with her profession, as flames like swimming fish circled beside her, and her golden hair fluttered as if ablaze.

"Bathing Flame Goldfish!" Suddenly, she spread open her palm, symbols within contracting and transforming, then the swimming fish beside her body rapidly shot out, becoming living gold flames, chasing after Tilan.

In response, the girl did the opposite of her previous swift combat style. She stood still, lightly brushing her fingers over the blade, as a pale blue, transparent flame adhered to it. These flames were cold and not scorching at all; the sparks that fell from them created patches of frost on the ground.

After that, she attacked once more, her sword edge swiftly slicing through the air and cleaving the golden flame fish apart, annihilating them and causing them to dissipate.

Having breached the blockade of the golden flame fish, Tilan swept past Efnie's side. The Goldfish Princess of flame only felt a chill at her forehead, then the magic power boiling within her instantly cooled down, sending chills through her body and involuntarily causing her to shudder. She then hugged her arms and withdrew from the arena.

Now, only Valke was left on the field, and a minute and ten seconds had passed.

Facing this opponent, the girl once again rushed forward, her sword edge clashing against the fist guard, and then the sword edge struck Valke's body, producing a tingling metallic sound.

Although the strike landed, Valke's body seemed as if cast from iron, and ordinary attacks simply couldn't penetrate his skin that was like steel in defense.

Truly worthy of the defense-renowned Radiant Feather Sequence, the girl inwardly sighed, then her eyes gained a hint of blue. The steel sword also faintly revealed a butterfly mark, and fragile pale blue started to appear around the edges.

The specialized steel of the fist guards was easily sliced open; the once-tough defense had become as thin as paper. Realizing the change, Valke swung his fist with all his might.

"Sun's Pressure!" His punch, like a column of light, engulfed the girl in front of him. It plowed a long ravine in the combat room and struck the opposite wall with a muffled boom. Just as he regretted perhaps having been too heavy-handed, he felt two figures flash by his sides. Sword light pierced through, with transparent ice swords penetrating Valke from the shoulder blades.

After that, the ice swords shattered, and the two figures merged into one, revealing the figure of the black-haired girl.

"Combat over, Tilan is the victor," N shook his head. Even if the answer was expected, they were still amazed. The girl's swordsmanship did not seem fitting for someone of her age, so strong and formidable. The seemingly simple steps and moves bore the shadows of many great masters; she had at least received the core inheritance of a Transcendent Faction. Otherwise, she could not have been so exquisite. Many of the details were not the result of one or two generations, but rather the result of hundreds of years of relentless perfection by many predecessors.

That was her, Hexia Tilan, Temisia's younger sister from those days. With that in mind, everything seemed to make sense.

The 'Charm Purple Rose' of those years was the same, overwhelmingly outshining geniuses from across the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain and ascending to the top in a dazzling fashion. No wonder the Academy's higher-ups paid so much attention to her and invested without skimping.

Inside the training room, the girl sheathed her sword and her demeanor once again returned to her usual quiet and delicate appearance, making it utterly impossible to see the ferocity and dominance from moments before. With a simple lift of her skirt, she bowed to everyone, expressing her apologies for her unreserved victory over her opponents.

But at this time, the other people in the room could no longer see the girl with the same old eyes. That delicate and tranquil expression became one of restraint and inscrutability, inspiring a sense of awe.