Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The moment the soil exploded, the shockwave pushed down from the top of the slope.

Pebbles hit the oak tree trunk with a crackling sound. The moonlight was mostly obscured by the swirling dust, and the hilltop was shrouded in a gray haze, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Wayne squinted.

A figure stood in the dust.

These weren't the zombies from before.

When those zombies crawled out, they were limp, their bones were scattered, and they walked unsteadily. This one in front of us was different; it stood there, like a tree that had taken root, completely still.

The panel appeared quickly.

Kasha Anri

[Status: Due to the influence of the frozen soil of the North and the blood and qi of a fourth-tier warrior, the female warrior before us shows no signs of decay. Her bust... estimated at a C-cup, hasn't sagged after two hundred years; the frozen soil's preservation effect is comparable to an ice cellar.]

[Note: Her last regret was not being able to become a real woman.]

[Note 2: Someone once asked her what she would do if she were to die tomorrow. Her answer was that she would immediately find a man, as she had heard that sleeping with a man was very pleasurable. She could have enjoyed herself before she died, but she chose to wait until tomorrow, but tomorrow never came.]

[Note 3: She's got her eye on you.]

Even without the panel saying so, Wayne could sense it.

That gaze shot out from the dust.

She stared intently at him.

Mayfair took half a step back.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"Should we... retreat first?"

Wayne glanced at her.

"Can't beat them?"

"I can't beat her." Mayfair didn't hesitate. "She retains the combat power of the early stage of the fourth tier. My necromancy is useless against her for the time being. She is currently a living corpse, not an undead."

Wayne nodded.

"Okay, let's leave then."

The two turned and walked down the slope.

I took three steps.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

It wasn't the kind of staggering, zombie-like gait. It was steady, grounded, with each step firmly planted on solid ground, each step carrying a sense of unwavering conviction: "I'm sticking with you."

Wayne stopped.

Look back.

Kasha stood twenty paces away.

The moonlight shone on her face.

It looks deathly and a bit fierce.

It seems there's no way out.

Wayne stopped.

"I'm not leaving."

Mayfair paused for a moment.

"Not leaving?"

"Hmm." Wayne turned to face Kasha. "She's got her eye on us. We're not getting away anytime soon."

Kai'Sa's panel popped up again.

[Kasha Anri's Current Behavioral Analysis]

[Behavioral type: Stalking. Not the stalking of a predator, but the stalking of a curious person. She hasn't seen a living person in two hundred years, especially a good-looking one. She's observing, scrutinizing, looking you from head to toe with eyes that have been dead for two hundred years.]

[Note: Her gaze lingered on one part of her body for a significantly longer time than on others. This wasn't an act of aggression, but rather an act of appreciation. Two hundred years later, her aesthetic sense remains, perhaps even more discerning than when she was alive.]

Wayne smiled and asked Mayfair.

"Mayfair, what are the chances of success if we summon a spirit now?"

Mayfair paused for a moment.

"Now?"

"Now."

She quickly made a calculation.

"The device has been destroyed. If we force the spirits to come, the surrounding undead will riot. Not only Kai'Sa, but all the zombies in the entire graveyard will swarm over."

"I'm asking about the success rate, not the risk."

Mayfair bit her lip.

"Thirty percent. No, twenty percent."

Wayne said, "What if I could subdue her beforehand?"

Mayfair paused for a moment.

"uniform?"

"Hmm." Wayne looked at Kasha, who was twenty steps away. "Beat her into submission so you can focus on summoning spirits."

Mayfair's mind works very fast.

"If you can subdue her and render her powerless, the success rate of summoning her spirit will be 80%. The remaining 20% ​​depends on whether her soul can be successfully drawn back by my necromancy."

"Eighty percent." Wayne nodded. "That's enough."

He handed the scroll to Mayfair.

"Hold this for me."

"What do you want to do?"

"fight."

Wayne rolled up his sleeves twice, revealing his forearms. There was no holy light, no incantation, no sense of ritual befitting a clergyman. He was preparing for battle.

When Wayne set up the support frame.

Kasha was stunned for a moment.

Her head was tilted to one side, as if she was thinking.

However, she soon realized that animals always go through a symbolic struggle before mating. The stag's antlers and the wolf's bared teeth are all ways of proving their worth. As a predator, taking down the man before her became her instinct.

The things I didn't finish before I died.

She can't miss this opportunity today.

She shot over very quickly.

Wayne's pupils contracted slightly.

Fourth order.

Unleashing its full power.

He had witnessed the speed of a fourth-order being; back in Aldrian, Charman's captain of the guard was a fourth-order being. But that was seeing; this was receiving—two different things.

Wayne did not back down.

Battle energy surged from his body, and the effects of the Dragon Blood Elixir coursed through his veins. His late-stage third-tier body was stretched to its limit at this moment.

He went to meet him.

Their fists collided.

boom!

The shockwave exploded from between the fists, tearing off a layer of grass from the ground.

Wayne took two steps back, his arm going numb.

He readjusted his stance.

Kaisa quickly charged forward again.

Wayne threw his second punch.

Carrying holy light and battle aura.

The fist slammed into Kaisa's crossed forearms with a dull thud, like a hammer hitting frozen flesh. Kaisa's arms were knocked apart, and her body leaned back half an inch, but her feet didn't move, remaining rooted to the ground.

She glanced down at her forearm.

A fist-shaped indentation appeared on the skin.

She hadn't expected her prey to be so tenacious.

Then she rushed up again.

four times.

Eight times.

……

Wayne lost count of how many punches he threw. Each punch was harder than the last, and his battle aura grew stronger with each blow. Kasha's arms, shoulders, and chest were covered in fist marks.

But she just wouldn't fall.

The fourth-tier body is too tough. Buried in the permafrost for two hundred years, its muscles and bones are frozen like iron. Even the power of a late-stage third-tier fighter cannot penetrate it.

Wayne took a breath.

Kaisa charged again.

This time, Wayne didn't take the punch head-on. He sidestepped Kai'Sa's straight punch, then swept his right leg out, kicking Kai'Sa in the back of the knee. Kai'Sa's body swayed, but she didn't fall, and retaliated with a slap.

Wayne ducked and took two steps back.

No.

If they keep fighting like this, they won't be convinced even by dawn.

He needs a new approach.

Wayne took a deep breath and activated the water element within his body, compressing it onto his fist, as if coating it with an invisible water film. Perhaps the water element could work its magic.

Kaisa charged again.

Wayne throws a punch.

The fist slammed into Kai'Sa's shoulder. The force of this punch was about the same as before, but at the moment of contact, water element seeped out from the fist, like a snake, burrowing into Kai'Sa's shoulder and flowing down her bones.

Kasha paused for a moment.

Wayne noticed.

She felt no pain; the dead feel no pain. But her body reacted. When that punch landed, her shoulder jerked—not from pain, but from something else entirely.

Wayne's second punch followed immediately.

The water element is more concentrated.

Kasha took a half step back.

Wayne pressed his advantage, each punch imbued with water elemental energy. Water seeped into Kai'Sa's body from her shoulders, chest, and arms, spreading throughout her body from every point of impact.

Kaisa's actions began to change.

It doesn't slow down, it softens.

Her punches were still as heavy as ever, but the trajectory of her punches began to drift, like someone walking on ice, unsteady on their feet. Her body was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from something else entirely.

The elements are spreading rapidly.

in particular……