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

Corona Borealis became increasingly excited as the fight progressed.

She hadn't encountered such a resilient opponent in a long time.

Chaos bullets rained down one after another, each hitting its mark precisely, but the little guy underneath just wouldn't fall.

Despite taking so many hits, and despite her shirt being torn in several places, she still ran as fast as a rabbit, darting here and there. Every time she thought she had a target, the other person would suddenly turn and disappear behind a tree.

"Is all you can do to run?"

Corona Borealis hovered in mid-air, his legs crossed and swaying, his left hand supporting his chin, and his right hand toying with a newly formed ball of Chaos Magic Bullet, his tone filled with undisguised mockery.

Another Chaos Bullet grazed Mi Ye's head, severing a thick vine behind her.

Broken vines rained down on her, but Miya blocked them with her arm and continued running towards the lower side of Corona Borealis without stopping.

The comments section was already filled with sighs and lamentations.

There's no way to fight back!

【What can you do if someone can fly? What's the use of strong tentacles if they can't reach you?】

[It's already very impressive for a newcomer to get second place; losing to her isn't shameful.]

[What a pity, I thought she would get first place.]

Miya stopped while the other party was conjuring magic bullets, staring at the sleepwalking fish slowly swimming around the other party's body.

She noticed a detail.

Each sleepwalking fish travels along a fixed path, maintaining almost equal distances between each other, as if weaving an invisible net.

Moreover, fish briefly materialize when they swim. Just now, when she was dodging, she accidentally bumped into one, and the fish's body gave a slight tactile feedback; it felt soft, like touching a jellyfish.

Miya took a deep breath, and the instant the next Chaos Magic Bullet landed, she turned and charged straight toward the nearest sleepwalking fish.

She stepped onto the fish's back, feeling as if she had stepped on a piece of jelly that had been soaking in water for a long time. Although it was incredibly slippery, it was definitely solid.

The fish sank under the foot, and Miya used the momentum to leap up, grabbing the tail of another fish above her, flipping herself up, and using her feet for leverage again.

One, then another, and yet another.

Her figure rapidly ascended within the net woven by sleepwalking fish.

Corona Borealis's smile froze instantly.

Her body reacted faster than her brain; she flicked her right hand to condense a Chaos Magic Bullet, but it was too late.

Miya had already used the back of the last fish to spring into the air, and the distance between the two of them had been shortened from more than ten meters to almost face to face in less than a second.

Boreas instinctively leaned back to try and create distance, but Miya's tentacles were faster than her.

Tentacles shot out from the cuff, their hardened tips grazing precisely across Corona Borealis's right calf, leaving a thin, long wound that sprayed blood into the air.

Corona Borealis grunted, took a step back, and looked down at his calves.

The wound beneath the skirt wasn't deep, but it was bleeding. Bright red blood flowed down the curve of her calf, staining her white stockings with several striking spots of red.

Miya didn't delay. She jumped back to the ground from the fish's back, and immediately looked up at Corona Borealis after landing. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of confusion flashed in her expression.

Contempt was not triggered.

The tentacle did indeed slash the other's skin and draw blood, but the judgment of contempt had no effect whatsoever.

This means that Corona Borealis's vitality value is far higher than one-tenth of her threshold. Keep in mind that her vitality has already exceeded two thousand, and one-tenth is more than two hundred. Corona Borealis's health is still above this threshold after being slashed.

Miya originally thought that this kind of attack-specialized witch would definitely lack defense, but who knew that the opponent was also a numerical monster.

This is a difficult situation.

She silently raised the threat level of Corona Borealis by one level in her mind.

It can fly, has extremely high attack power, and almost unlimited magic power. Now, we have to add another one: its health is probably not much lower than hers.

But Miya also grasped a piece of information, and it came to blood.

Once blood is seen, the hunter can lock onto the target.

Her sense of smell lit up a new marker in her mind, a dark red, steadily pulsating, right above her head.

That was the smell of blood seeping from the wound on Corona Borealis's calf, so clear it was as if someone had circled the other person's coordinates in the air with a red pen.

Miya did not rush to pursue.

While dodging the bombardment from Corona Borealis, she mentally gave commands to a clump of empty lice lurking in the grass.

The soft, pinkish-white mass silently emerged from the cracks in the rubble, crawled along the ground to the base of Corona Borealis, hitched a ride on the tail of a sleepwalking fish swimming low overhead, and quietly slid up behind Corona Borealis, pressing against the exposed area of ​​her lower back.

Corona Borealis sensed nothing.

She was focused on throwing magic bullets at Miya, completely unaware that a layer of slime had appeared on her lower back and was slowly draining her life force.

The numbing effect makes the extraction process painless, and even the skin will not experience any discomfort.

On the canopy table, Hiesta was so anxious that she bit her cuffs, leaving several wet marks. Primula sat watching with interest, while Violet suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly.

The observation screen displays the life force monitoring curve of Corona Borealis. The line that had been stable was slowly decreasing at a minute rate, so small that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. But the longer it continued, the greater the cumulative amount became.

Her gaze swept across the observation screen to the blond figure running and dodging in the video, and she smiled gently.

This little guy is definitely something.

In the jungle clearing, the roar of the Chaos Magic Bullets continued incessantly.

Miye continued to move, her hunting senses allowing her to accurately predict the landing point of each magic bullet, and the increased movement speed made her dodge faster and more easily than before.

Corona Borealis grew increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed, the wound on her calf still throbbing, while the little one below showed no signs of slowing down.

Her patience finally ran out.

So it stopped in mid-air, no longer moving, with its hands raised high above its head, fingers spread wide.

The sleepwalking fish surrounding her stopped swimming at the same time, and the pale golden light on their bodies turned dark purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Corona Borealis took a deep breath and shouted out the name of the move.

【The Grand Dream of a Thousand Stars: Destiny, Crown of the North, Radiant Light!】

Miya, who was running herself ragged, almost couldn't catch her breath.

What kind of weird name is this? Is this some kind of dark, chuunibyou (delusional) little girl?

Immediately afterwards, all the sleepwalking fish transformed into chaotic missiles in the same instant.

Dark purple specks of light poured down like a torrential rain, covering the entire open space.

Mi Ye's pupils contracted.

There was nowhere to hide; all they could do was tough it out.

Two tentacles crossed in front of her, hardening to its maximum, and the remaining empty lice quickly retreated back to her side.

The comments section was also in an uproar at this point.

Last year, Corona Borealis used this move to instantly defeat its opponent in the final battle.

The first wave of bombardment struck the tentacles, exploding with dark purple light, and the shockwave blew away the moss and pebbles beneath her feet.

The second wave followed immediately. Her left leg buckled and she knelt on one knee. The shockwave pressed down on her head, and her eardrums were filled with a deafening roar.

The third wave of blasts landed less than half a meter behind her, creating a deep crater in the ground. Debris rained down on her back, and a sharp stone grazed her left shoulder, cutting her skin and drawing blood down her arm.

She gritted her teeth and held on with her tentacles until the last wave of bombardment ended.

The roar stopped.

The smoke of battle slowly dissipated.

A large crater several meters in diameter was blasted into the open space, and smoke was still rising from the soil at the bottom of the crater.

Corona Borealis hovered in the air, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat appearing on its forehead.

All the sleepwalking fish in the area have been used up and cannot be reassembled in a short time.

She looked down at the smoke rising from the bottom of the pit, a weary smile creeping onto her lips.

"Finally—finally they're done for."

Corona Borealis was panting heavily, preparing to welcome victory.

But when the smoke cleared, a human figure was still visible at the bottom of the pit.

Miya's clothes were torn, half of the sleeve was ripped, she was covered in mud and gravel, a withered leaf clung to her golden hair, and there was a cut on her right arm that was bleeding.

But she stood there, her two tentacles crossed in front of her, and although the luster on her petals had dimmed somewhat, they were still slowly opening and closing.

Miya's eyes peeked out from between the tentacles, staring unblinkingly at Corona Borealis in the sky.

Corona Borealis's smile vanished completely.

Meanwhile, Miya below gave a bright smile and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"You almost got killed, you bastard."