Proving one's status starting with magical girls

A white-haired magical girl sat on the edge of the rooftop, while muffled rumbling sounds echoed from the distant horizon.

She ignored all that and instead lowered her eyes to quietly watch the battle between the girl and the two combatants below.

The general's elite combatants have high attack power.

The Grand Duke's elite combatants are fast and efficient.

As a villainous organization of magical girls, the Angelic Apostles clearly know how to go to extremes.

However, the combination of these two extremes is quite remarkable.

"boom!"

The heavy hammer slammed down, grazing Li Jiangqun's shoulder. The terrifying force instantly blasted a dent into the asphalt road, sending gravel flying and a gust of wind rushing towards her, making her eyelids twitch.

As elite cyborgs among combatants, the Desperate Elite Combatants, empowered by their advanced mechanical organs, can unleash a terrifying ten tons of power in an instant.

Each swing of its hammer is like a high-speed armored vehicle crashing into you; the wind pressure it generates is enough to make an ordinary person lose their balance.

However, as cyborgs, these square-headed creatures are not particularly agile in attack. Rather than engaging in close combat, they are more often seen as frontal assault troops against human military forces.

A single elite combatant can wipe out an entire armored squad on the front lines. This is something that would bring tears to the eyes of special operations teams and cause headaches for command headquarters.

At the other extreme, the Blood Elite cyborgs were experimental subjects used by the early Demon Angels to assassinate high-ranking humans.

These cyborgs, capable of reaching speeds of up to 100 meters per second, are pure assassination weapons. Sometimes, even magical girls of the luminous level can suffer a great loss when caught off guard.

If judged individually, Li Jiangqun actually has a fairly good chance of winning.

The taller ones are not agile enough, and the shorter ones lack strength.

As an all-around cultivator at the third level of the Fetal Breathing stage, she can adjust her state at any time with her magic power, maneuver with her movement techniques, or break through defenses with her sword light, always managing to steer the situation in a favorable direction.

The problem is that the two of them didn't appear alone.

When two elite combatants attacked her simultaneously, Li Jiangqun felt overwhelmed.

Strength was insufficient to overcome despair, and speed could not overcome blood. Even with the sword's edge protecting her, the girl could only grit her teeth and was forced to retreat continuously amidst the two men's attacks.

"clang!"

Daggers and swords clashed, the piercing clang of metal echoing through the streets.

Just as Li Jiangqun dodged Xueying's sudden thrust, a heavy whooshing sound came from behind her. She didn't have time to turn around and could only flip to the side and leap away.

The next instant, the heavy hammer crashed to the ground.

The ground collapsed again, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions, causing the alarms of vehicles parked on the roadside to go off in a frenzy.

Li Jiang's steps faltered slightly as her skirt landed, and she felt a tightness in her chest.

With her magical power continuously draining away, the girl was already considering whether she should take the drug again.

A good sword cannot be forged by relying on external forces.

Just then, a pleasant voice rang in her ears.

Li Jiangqun was taken aback, feeling that the voice seemed familiar.

Being distracted in battle is a major taboo.

Almost at the same moment those words were spoken, a blood-red figure silently appeared behind her.

The cold dagger sliced ​​through the air, aiming straight for the girl's heart.

Alarm bells rang in the girl's mind. She forcefully turned around and drew her sword back. The blade and dagger collided in front of her chest, emitting a cold glint.

The blood-red figure, having missed its attack, did not linger in the fight. It instantly retreated, disappearing back into her blind spot, waiting for its chance to strike.

"You—uh!"

She was about to ask the owner of the voice, but the heavy hammer that came crashing down on her forced her to swallow her words.

The giant hammer relentlessly swept across her figure, smashing several cars to pieces with deafening roars. The cars twisted and deformed, their windows shattered and scattered, and thick smoke and dust billowed up, turning the entire street into a mess.

"It's a pity that you, a junior from the Yuan family, haven't mastered the Jade Capital Wheel, so you can't use divine sense to transmit your voice."

The voice rang out again, and Li Jiangqun was startled, her swordplay becoming somewhat disordered.

In that very instant, the wandering blood shadow arrived.

It skimmed across the ground, ghostly and silent, aiming for the girl's neck.

Meanwhile, the Iron-Faced Giant had already raised his heavy hammer high.

Before the immense force of 20,000 jin even landed, the terrifying wind pressure already caused Li Jiang's skirt and clothes to flutter loudly.

The former cuts off the rear, while the latter blocks the front.

If you avoid the hammer, you'll run into the dagger.

If you block the dagger, you will be smashed into mincemeat by the heavy hammer.

Li Jiangqun's mind went blank for a moment.

"It's over!" 』

In a daze, she even saw Wang Fanfan and Cheng Yu standing in front of her tombstone.

Wang Fanfan held the white flowers, her face expressionless.

Cheng Yu wiped away her tears and cried her heart out.

"Senior! You died so tragically! Heavens! Senior! It was my magic, White Rain, that wronged you! Caw!"

...There's no need to cry in such an abstract way.

Huh?

anyway.

How come I'm not dead yet?

The girl cautiously opened her eyes.

The heavy hammer, powerful enough to smash an armored vehicle into scrap metal, was now stopped less than a foot in front of her.

The heavy mechanical texture on the hammerhead is clearly visible, and the oppressive feeling is almost suffocating.

But no matter what it did, it couldn't move forward even half an inch.

Li Jiangqun looked up.

A single jade-like finger gently touched the heavy hammer.

Those fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and the nails had a faint pearly luster, making them look almost fragile.

The blood-red dagger stopped at her neck, unable to penetrate any further.

The girl froze as she looked at the finger.

The owner of that finger hovered in mid-air, his feet untouched by the dust, a halo of moonlight behind his head, and a point of celestial light condensed between his brows in front of the blue wreath.

A snow-white off-shoulder gauze dress was draped over her body, with the Seed of Hope hanging on her chest shining brightly. Moon-blue patterns, like scriptures, flowed down the sash. Only a light white bandage was tied around her legs, revealing her smooth and fair thighs.

She was barefoot, wearing only a pair of white silk open-toed stockings, her toes rounded and hovering about a foot off the ground, spotless.

She tilted her head slightly, her waterfall-like white hair cascading down in the wind, her sapphire earrings swaying gently, her face as cold as snow, yet there was an indescribable detachment and composure between her brows and eyes.

If she were a magical girl, this magical outfit would be far too plain.

In the girl's eyes, this magical girl might be more accurately described as an angel.

For no apparent reason, she recalled a sentence her master had once said to her.

[If she hadn't gotten involved in the internal strife, you'd probably still have to call her "Master Aunt" by now!]

So the girl instinctively shouted out those two words.

"...Uncle-Master."

The ethereal magical girl lowered her head slightly, and Li Jiangqun could vaguely see a hint of dazedness on her cool face.

After a moment, she said softly.

"Uncle-Master...it's been a long time since anyone has called me that."

As soon as she finished speaking, she twitched her fingertips slightly and gently pushed them forward. The two combatants were struck as if by an unknown force, and their figures flew backward together.

Boom!

Both crashed through the exterior walls of street-side buildings, penetrating deep into the structures, sending up a cloud of dust.

She floated in front of the girl until Li Jiangqun's breathing gradually calmed down, then she smiled slightly.

"You are the disciple of the Lord of the Manor, so by all accounts, I should not save you."

"It's just that the Yuan family has been in seclusion for a long time, and no cultivators have descended to the mortal realm. I don't think I'll be able to witness your demise here."

"My Buddhist name is Yue Lin."

"Since you call me 'Uncle-Master,' then we're even."