Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya crouched low as she moved through the woods, her steps light, her eyes beneath the fox mask scanning her surroundings.

This is her old problem; once she focuses on something, she automatically ignores her surroundings.

The same thing happened last time at the abandoned ancestral hall, and this time at the back mountain of Dengrong Street, there's still no improvement.

So when a strange magical sensation swept over her, she was completely unaware, perhaps because her magical perception was too poor. It wasn't until she heard a whooshing sound behind her that she instinctively lunged forward, rolling awkwardly across the muddy ground covered with fallen leaves.

The spot where I had just been crouching was now dented by a dark red scythe.

Mi Ye rolled over and got up. When she looked up, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

A little witch was suspended in mid-air, with a pair of small wings flapping behind her back, and a scythe longer than herself was held upside down in her hand.

The moonlight shone on Fran's face, but instead of the anger Miya had expected, she wore a smile, her sharp canine teeth faintly visible in the moonlight.

Does it really have to be this coincidental?

Even the narrowest path between enemies isn't this narrow.

"I've found you."

Fran pulled the scythe from the ground, hoisted it onto her shoulder, and gently flapped her small wings behind her.

"Last time you pretended to cry to trick me into carrying you up the mountain, and then you stole my points in front of tens of thousands of people. Tell me, how do you plan to settle this score?"

Miya lowered her head guiltily, offering no answer. Her mind raced, rapidly calculating a strategy to defeat the enemy. Running away seemed impossible.

Fran's vitality should far exceed her killing threshold, and the opponent can fly, and fly quite fast. Running on the ground with both feet, she simply cannot reach a target flying in the sky.

The Empty Lice can fly, but it already used that trick once before. The opponent isn't stupid; they won't fall for the same trick a second time.

The tentacles could have seized the opportunity when the opponent landed, but Fran had clearly learned her lesson. She hovered in mid-air the entire time, giving Miya no chance to get close.

The chances of winning in a direct confrontation are slim, but not entirely impossible.

Mi Ye suddenly remembered a skill she hadn't used yet—the magic that Jian Qiuluo had taught her before her sea of ​​consciousness collapsed.

Kofulan didn't give her any more time to think. She suddenly retracted her small wings and swooped down like a cannonball, dragging her scythe behind her, the blade leaving a dark red arc in the air.

Miya dodged to the side, but didn't have time to adjust her center of gravity, so she simply rolled to the side to take advantage of the momentum, and the second blow grazed the tip of her cat-ear hat.

It's now!

Taking advantage of the moment when Fran sheathed her sword, Miya brought the back of her right hand to her mouth, opened her mouth, and bit down hard.

It really hurts (feeling wronged)...

But she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself. She raised her left hand, aimed it at the dripping blood, and activated the [Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique].

The flowing blood stopped mid-air as it dripped, the deep red droplet trembling slightly in the moonlight. Then, as if grasped by an invisible hand, it swiftly transformed into a longsword half the height of a person. Mi Ye then added another layer of [hardening] to it before holding it firmly in her hand.

The blade wasn't particularly sharp, but it was quite heavy, giving it a solid and reassuring feel when held in the hand.

Fran had just adjusted her posture and was about to create some distance when she saw that Mi Ye suddenly had a blood-red longsword in his hand, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like she's the same type of witch as me."

Her tone carried a hint of surprise, but more so of aroused interest.

"But do you really think you can take me down by this, since I'm flying in the sky?"

Mi Ye didn't answer her, and charged straight at her with her sword in hand.

She knew, of course, that Fran could fly, so she had to get close and entangle her before she could take off. So she slashed down diagonally with the momentum of her sword.

Fran snorted coldly, gripped the scythe with both hands, and held it horizontally. The long handle of the scythe collided violently between the two of them.

She originally thought that the scythe would knock the other person and sword away, but the force transmitted from the sword was far beyond her expectations.

How can this little guy be so strong?!

Fran's hand went numb from the shock, and she almost dropped the scythe. She decisively chose not to linger, spread her wings, and soared into the air, instantly reaching the top of the treetops and regaining aerial dominance.

Miya looked up at her from below, her brows furrowing. She then held her sword horizontally in front of her, lowered her center of gravity, and assumed a defensive stance, while her left hand silently slipped behind her back.

Seeing her frustrated expression from mid-air, Fran finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, flapping her little wings twice, her tone full of smug mockery.

"You don't really think you can kill me like last time, do you?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly folded his wings and used gravity to swoop down again.

This time she held back, raising the scythe high above her head, no longer intending to give Mi Ye any more space to roll and dodge.

From Fran's perspective, Miya only had two choices: raise her sword to take the hit head-on, only to be knocked off her feet by the impact of the giant scythe, or turn and run, exposing her back, which would be even better.

Miya did indeed raise her sword, her posture unchanged from before, seemingly preparing to take the blow head-on.

Fran squinted as she swooped down, a sudden unease creeping into her mind, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She finally saw it clearly when she rushed to within three meters of Miya.

Miya's left hand remained behind her back. Not all the blood dripping from the wound in her palm was drawn into the sword. A small portion flowed silently down her wrist behind her back, condensing into a fist-sized dark red sphere in her palm.

The principle behind magic bullets is to control the release of magic power.

Although Miya doesn't have magic to control herself, she has blood!

Just as Fran was about to dive and could no longer change direction, his left hand suddenly swung out from behind him, smashing the blood-coagulated bomb head-on towards Fran.

The distance was too close; Fran had no time to make any evasive maneuvers and watched helplessly as the dark red sphere smashed into her chest.

Fran let out a muffled groan as her body was blasted backward in mid-air. Her small wings flapped futilely twice in the air in an attempt to steady herself, but the impact of the blood needles directly threw her off balance.

The sickle flew from her hand, spun a few times in the air, and clattered into the muddy ground.

Fran herself fell heavily onto the leaf-strewn ground, raising a cloud of dead leaves and dust.

She lay on the ground, her whole body aching. She gritted her teeth and tried to prop herself up. As soon as she raised her head, she saw the hem of her pink ancient costume swaying gently in front of her nose, with a few withered leaves clinging to it.

Looking up along the hem of the skirt, moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, illuminating the white fox mask with red stripes.

Mi Ye was looking down at her, holding the dark red blood sword in his right hand, and there was still blood on the back of his left hand.

The mask covered the upper half of her face, but her exposed lips curved into a shallow arc, as if to say something.

"You're the challenger!"