Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 642 - 273 Final Match Shadow_3
Along the way, she also encountered several other competitors, but these people all kept their distance from her, no one approached.
"Are you kidding me? The first and second places in the previous matches were easily defeated by this girl. It's certain to lose if I go up myself, so why bother seeking defeat? It's better to accumulate some points first and survive until the end to advance," they reasoned.
Thus, in the first few minutes of the match, aside from the two people who were fiercely engaged in battle from the start, the others all tried to avoid combat, engaging only if they accidentally encountered each other, and even then, they would quickly disengage if they could not resolve the fight swiftly.
Once more, in the center, two young men crossed paths, and finally, the youth wielding the Ice Wind Cold Sword managed to wound the young man in black, the extending ice thorns piercing through the body and pinning the opponent on the clock face.
After eliminating this formidable rival, he who was adept with the Cold Sword turned his head and began to deal with the other competitors, taking the Red Marrow Crystal Gemstones they had extracted, one by one.
Until he finally met Tilan, the girl with black hair and dark gown. At this point, the girl held four Red Marrow Crystal Gemstones while the young man had obtained five.
"You must be Dantalion," he said, standing with his sword, his gaze focused.
With a slight nod, Tilan also stood sword in hand, the two of them facing each other across the clock face. The exquisite mechanical creations revolved slowly on their trajectories high above them, and no other competitors were left.
Looking at the girl before him, the young man's gaze varied as he pondered methods to counter her.
He had seen the girl's previous battles, but always felt she wasn't exerting her full strength, which made him slightly agitated, because not knowing her real level and expertise meant he couldn't devise a favorable strategy and had to blindly probe and fight.
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Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, then the blade of his sword flipped, slashing through the air, ten sword edges made of cold wind following a hard-to-capture curved trajectory towards the young girl.
As if facing a mirror, the girl with black hair also swung her sword, ten sword edges made of cold wind flew out, colliding with and annihilating the young man's sword wind.
Probably utilizing the properties of the sword wind, if it couldn't hit the target, it would dissipate quickly, so even if it didn't hit the target, it wouldn't damage the surrounding environment, the girl analyzed in her mind the characteristics of the opponent's moves.
It was because of the rules that many ranged attacks and large-scale maneuvers were restricted, as they could cause immense damage to the arena environment.
Flame skills were the same, with too high temperatures melting the copper on the surface, leading to significant point deductions. The whole contest was designed to encourage combatants to use agile and swift close-combat methods.
Seeing his moves replicated and mastered by the opponent made the young man unhappy. He launched various sword moves, but Tilan resolved all of them one by one.
"It seems there is nothing novel here," the girl thought. This young man was not on the same level as Li Qingfei before; he was like someone who could only foolishly follow the moves listed in the books, using them one by one without full integration or possession of his own style, which was very stiff and rigid.
It was just that the moves he used were designed to be clever, so it was hard for outsiders to see the flaws, and they might even find them stylish and pretty.
He probably had a decent school of teaching, and his talent was also passable, Tilan contemplated.
There was no need to continue, she decided, changing the edge of her sword in her hand, she rushed towards the opponent with rapid movements. Her figure was elegant and elusive, making his attempt to grasp her position difficult. The swordsmanship she then displayed was like mist and rain, intermittently visible, overwhelming the young man. If it weren't for Tilan's intention to test moves and no immediate desire to defeat the opponent, she probably would have eliminated him upon engagement.
Half a minute later, a sword passed close to the young man's collar, the cold blade gliding by next to his neck, leaving behind only a slight bloodstain, but the seeping cold ice made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Clang——"
His longsword fell, the hilt striking the ground and creating a small crater before bouncing up and floating in the air. Having lost the ability to fight, he was declared out by the referee.
"The winner of the eighth match is Miss Dantalion!" the announcer's enthusiastic voice rose once more, instantly drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.
