Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Christina looked at him coldly.

"Madchi of the Demon Clan? I've seen you before. You're the one who bullied my Wayne?"

Wayne peeked out from behind Christina, his voice softening.

"Little Tina~ He's the one who bullied me!"

Christina froze, then blushed.

This was the first time Wayne had ever acted coquettishly towards her.

Mmm! I love it! I love it! I love it!

Her gaze towards Madechi immediately changed.

"Prepare to die!"

Madechi was stunned.

No? Is that right?

The pebbles beneath Christina's feet, influenced by magic, floated upwards, multiplying and circling around her.

Madechi frowned.

"...Sixth rank?"

"Witch?"

"Impossible! Where did Wiggins get a sixth-tier witch? Fifth tier is the ceiling for you witches; no one has been able to pass that level for five hundred years! You, a sixth-tier witch, did you spring from a crack in a rock?"

His demonic energy surged once more.

"Even if you're a sixth-tier cultivator, so what? Do you think I, a demon sage who has lived for three hundred years, would be afraid of a mere sixth-tier cultivator who has just climbed up?"

The swarm of insects stirred, and the dark red tide that covered the hillside turned back, rolling towards Christina.

Wayne called out to her.

"careful."

Christina didn't care at all about the swarming insects. She smiled and then raised her hand, extending one finger.

Then, a powerful torrent of magic shot out from her fingertips, nearly ten meters wide.

The swarm of insects was wiped out the instant it collided with the torrent.

Blood beetles, poisonous bees, scorpions, centipedes, and even a few half-human-sized poisonous spiders—the entire sea of ​​insects was plowed through like a scorching iron plate, crushed into dust, leaving not even a trace.

Madchi's insect swarm territory was also completely destroyed.

Even though he managed to erect a protective shield in time, the edge of the torrent still swept past his right shoulder, blasting away the entire right half of his body.

Madechi was filled with disbelief.

"run!"

"We have to run!"

"If we don't run now, we'll miss our chance."

His black robe billowed up, and he turned and ran, his demonic energy enveloping his mangled body as he sped southeast.

But Christina was much faster than him.

The next instant, she appeared directly above Madechi, her slender fingers gripping his head and pressing him back to the ground from mid-air.

boom!

The ground was smashed into a deep crater.

Madechi was pressed to the bottom of the pit, spitting out black blood continuously.

Immediately afterwards, Christina's palm lit up again, and a second torrent of magic shot out.

Madechi's head was blasted to pieces, leaving only a headless torso lying in the rubble, with black smoke rising from the broken end.

After doing all this, Christina turned and ran towards Wayne, then began to check him over.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Wayne was completely stunned.

no?

Is a witch really that strong after breaking through to the sixth rank?

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine."

Christina looked at him with heartache.

"You vomited blood, and you call this nothing?"

"It's just a superficial injury, don't worry."

"Yes, I'm glad you're alright."

Wayne stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

"But little Tina, things aren't over yet."

"It's not over yet? Isn't he already dead?" Christina said, looking at Madechi.

Wayne said to the bottom of the pit.

"Demons are most afraid of death. When they're about to die, they'll definitely beg for mercy and say the most vile things. But did you hear him begging for mercy from beginning to end just now?"

Christina's face darkened, and she looked back at the pit.

The torso at the bottom of the pit did indeed move.

The plume of black smoke at the break point began to recede, and within a few breaths, Madechi's head grew back.

He propped himself up on the ground and sat up.

"Damn kid."

"Are you really determined to fight to the death?"

Madechi's momentum surged, but Wayne completely ignored him in the pit.

He turned and rushed off in the northeast direction.

Christina paused for a moment.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"The person in question ran away, I'm going to chase after them!"

In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed two mountains.

The forest rushed past beneath his feet as he chased after the faint, lingering scent in the air.

He ran dozens of miles in one go.

He stopped at the edge of the third grove of trees, seeing nothing in mid-air.

He made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.

He grabbed a gray-black phantom by the neck and pulled it out, and the phantom struggled desperately.

Maddich's voice was filled with fear.

"This shouldn't be! This is impossible!"

"How could you possibly have found me?!"

"I once concealed this secret technique from an eighth-tier Saint! Three hundred years ago, that person chased me for seven days and seven nights, from the Southern Continent to the East Sea, but he couldn't find a single hair on my head!"

"How could you, a mere fifth-tier cultivator, possibly see me?!"

Maddich's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Boy, what kind of evil magic did you use?!"

"Tell me! Have you lived a very long time too?! Are you some old man in disguise?!"

Wayne's lips curled into a slight smile.

To be honest, he really couldn't tell what forbidden technique Maddich had used.

The way this phantom was handled—its aura, its traces, its residual magic—was so perfect that no one could find a flaw in it.

Unfortunately, he has a control panel.

The panel told him where Madech was.

Wayne tightened his grip slightly.

"Madechi, it seems you still don't understand the situation."

Holy light seeped from his palm and entwined around the gray-black shadow.

Madechi's face contorted in pain.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Holy light scorched his soul.

He had been stabbed, struck by lightning, and besieged by his own clan in his entire life, but he had never felt pain like this before.

He quickly began to beg for mercy.

"Please, please don't kill me!"

"I can... I can tell you everything I know!"

"explain."

"The Morris family's treasure trove!" Madechi's voice suddenly became urgent. "Hawk remembers it! The Morris family accumulated wealth over three hundred years—gold, silver, magic cores, potions, forbidden technique manuals—they left behind a vast treasure trove!"

"The Maurice family has already retreated to the western deserts. How do you know if they could have taken everything with them?"

"No, no, no! I've seen Hawke's memories. The Morris family left a way out long ago. The Lucasian family! The Lucasian family is the embodiment of the Morris family! That treasure trove is the foundation of their resurgence!"

Wayne shook his head.

"That's not enough."

Madechi immediately assured him.

"I can sign!"

"Sign what?"

"Slave Contract Spirit! My spiritual body is not weak! Sign me, and I'll give you everything I know! Demonic secret techniques, abyss terrain, intelligence on various races from the past three hundred years—I have it all! Spare my life, and you'll gain another three hundred years' worth of ears!"

Wayne looked at him without saying a word.

Madechi's soul trembled as he was stared at like that.

"Really, really! I'll tell you everything! Once you sign with me, I can't run away; my life is in your hands!"