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

When the fog dissipated, the lake returned to its calm state.

After Miya's relentless pursuit, only Miya and Asase remained on the field.

A thin layer of white frost remained on the gravel ground frozen by Asase's ice element, shimmering with a faint, cold light under the newly fallen sunlight.

Only two people remained by the lake.

Miya stood on the gravel ground, her two tentacles fully extended, and her dark red petals gently opened and closed in the air.

Her shirt sleeve was torn by the blast wave when she dodged the alchemical bomb, revealing half of her arm, but she didn't notice it herself.

Her entire attention was focused on what was directly in front of her.

Asase knelt by the lake, his katana stuck in the pebbles beside him, the icy blue patterns on the blade completely faded.

The misty array exhausted her last bit of magic, but she did not collapse like the other examinees before her.

She stood up, gripping the knife hilt, her deep gray eyes remaining calm.

Even without magic, she still has a sword.

Asase stomped his toes on the ground, sending pebbles flying beneath his feet, and transformed into a black shadow as he charged straight toward Miya.

The katana dragged behind him, its tip scraping sparks as it cut across the gravelly ground.

【Step Forward Slash】

The simplest yet most ferocious move in the basic techniques of Kendo.

Without any magical enhancement, he relied entirely on the explosive power of his legs and the speed of his arm swings to put his entire body weight on the blade and slash down in one strike.

Miya's tentacles came straight at him from the front.

【hardening】

The dark red soft material on the surface of the tentacle hardened into a smooth, almost keratinous shell the moment the blade made contact, and the collision between the blade and the tentacle produced a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Miya didn't take the blow head-on. As the tentacle made contact with the blade, it slightly deflected to the side, using the smooth surface of the hard shell to change the trajectory of the katana's strike, and slid the blade that was originally aimed at her shoulder along the curve of the tentacle to her side.

Asase's pupils suddenly contracted.

This missed strike meant that her center of gravity was now completely exposed to Mi Ye's attack range.

The second tentacle silently wrapped around Asase's wrist from below, extending along her arm to her shoulder, and then circled her waist twice.

The suction cups on the inside of the tentacles clung tightly to her skin, and the feeling of her magic being instantly drained made Asase groan. She loosened her grip, and the katana slipped from her palm and stuck into the gravel ground.

She struggled to reach the hilt of the knife with her other hand, but Miya's tentacles had already wrapped around both of her wrists and lifted her above her head, leaving her suspended in mid-air on the tentacles.

"you--"

Asase gritted her teeth, her voice still cold.

Then a clump of pinkish-white empty lice jumped off Miya's shoulder and began to wrap around her.

The soft tissue starts at the ankle and spreads down to the calf, knee, and thigh.

Asase had already closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate of being eliminated. Losing to an opponent stronger than herself was nothing to say, but after she closed her eyes and waited for almost half a minute, the teleportation beam still hadn't landed.

I opened my eyes, looked down, and then froze.

Her school uniform is being dissolved.

The slightly acidic mucus on the surface of the Hollow Lice is designed to help it wrap around its target while penetrating the magic circuit, but the acid is also effective on fabric.

The school uniform fibers are thinning at a visible rate under the soft covering, and lace-like melting marks have already appeared at the edges.

The dissolved parts adhered directly to her skin, while the fine suction cups on the inside of the tentacles, separated by a thin, almost non-existent layer of fabric, clung to her waist and wrists, gently wriggling.

"Wait, wait a minute, let go—uh! Uh uh!"

Miya found her noisy, so she sent a thin tentacle branch over and blocked her mouth.

Asase's eyes widened instantly.

Her usually cold, knife-like deep gray eyes were now filled with shame and anger, but with her mouth gagged, she could only make muffled whimpers, and her face flushed red. Her persona completely collapsed at that moment.

Having learned from her experience, Mi Ye didn't look at her at all, deliberately shifting her gaze to the withered tree by the lake that had been struck by lightning.

The louse finally reached the collarbone, triggering the communicator's transmission function, and a beam of light descended from the sky.

The last thing Asase saw before she was teleported away was Miya's profile. The little witch was tilting her head to look at the tree, her face as red as an apple, her lips pressed into a line, pretending that she hadn't felt anything.

After the beam of light disappeared, the lakeside finally became completely quiet.

After a brief silence, the comments section exploded.

Asase lost too? No way!

All seeded players were eliminated.

[I'm a fan of Miya-neechan!]

The strongest new witch!!

[Asase-neechan is so lecherous after being tied up~]

The community reached its peak of discussion the moment Asase was teleported out of the exam room.

Four of the top ten trending topics on MikuFans featured the name Miya.

The analysis post made by the third-year alchemy student was featured on the homepage again after the Asase battle ended, and the original poster added an update at the end of the post.

"Asase was also eliminated by her. I take back what I said before that she could make it into the top ten. She's now a sure thing in the top three, and most likely in first place."

That last sentence was followed by thousands of replies, all discussing flesh magic.

On the canopy table, Hiesta had been cheering ever since Asase was bound by the tentacles.

She stood on the edge of the tree trunk platform, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, feet on tiptoe, leaning forward, her peach-colored eyes smiling as she stared at the observation screen.

When Miya blocked the forward slash with her hardened tentacles, she screamed "So cool!" When Miya tied Asase up with her hands, she put her hands together and let out a rapturous sigh. When the Empty Lice began to dissolve Asase's clothes, she covered her mouth but her eyes widened even more and brighter.

After Asase was teleported away by the beam of light, Sieth turned around and opened her arms to Primra.

"My little Miya single-handedly swept all the favorites in the entire martial arts competition!"

Primula sat on the edge of the table, holding a teacup in her hand, her expression still calm, her blue side ponytail hanging down from her shoulder without moving.

If you ignore the slight trembling in her fingers as she gripped the cup, she looked exactly the same as usual.

"What? You called your little Miya again?"

Priram said.

"My little Miya won!"

Hiesta repeated it, looking even happier.

Primula placed the teacup on her knees, crossed her arms, and looked straight ahead.

In the scene, Miya is squatting by the lake washing the mud off her tentacles.

Primula remained silent for a long, long time, then placed the teacup on the table, leaned back, and lay straight down on the tree trunk, her long blue hair scattered all over the ground.

"I'm not watching anymore."

She closed her eyes, her voice filled with grievance.

"I want to sleep."

Hiesta crouched down and gently touched Primra's head.

Her blue hair was smooth and silky, and felt great to the touch.

She wiped Primula's tears with her sleeve and spoke in a coaxing tone, as if speaking to a child.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's just that the grass you've been growing for hundreds of years has been picked, and the student you've been rooting for has been tied up like a dumpling with tentacles. Don't cry, don't cry."

"I didn't cry."

Primula kept her eyes closed, her voice muffled.

"Mmm, I didn't cry, I just have a little red eyes."

"That's because you made me angry."

Hiesta smiled even more broadly and continued to pat Primra's head.

A very soft laugh came from the side.

Violet stood on the edge of the table, her arms crossed over her chest, her long silver-white hair motionless in the wind through the tree canopy.

Primula suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Violet.

You just laughed.

"no."

"I heard you, you definitely laughed."

You're hallucinating.

Violet flipped the observation screen to the candidate overview page. Most of the thousands of candidate avatars on the screen had turned gray, leaving only the last few hundred candidates competing.

According to the rules, the more kills a player gets, the higher their ranking, but that only applies to students who have already been eliminated.

If Miya survives to the end, then she will undoubtedly be number one.

"There are less than 500 candidates left. If she survives to the end, she will definitely be number one."

Violet said.

Primula closed her eyes again, turned over so her back was to the two of them, and buried her face in her arms.

"I'm not happy."

Upon seeing this, Hiesta immediately picked up Primula and pressed her head against her broad chest.

"Don't cry, baby, Mommy's here."

Primula secretly bit that spot, causing Hiesta to scream in pain.

"Old hag witch, I don't want you."

"You fucking Primula, I've really given you too much face!"

Hiesta gently rubbed that spot, then summoned a small dragon and commanded it to breathe fire at Primra.

As a result, the two began a new round of duels.

Violet, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.