Chapter 116 - 87: The Crazy Noble Lady
A grave expression settled on her face, and every muscle in her body pulled taut.
"HMMM~"
Mo Ning felt a slight Vibration from the Secret Technique Whisper.
A message from the Noble Lady flooded silently into his mind: ’I sense extreme danger here. Stay right behind me, and don’t go anywhere.’
Mo Ning understood instantly. The battle was about to begin.
With the superhuman vision granted by his Insightful Secret Eye, he took in every movement on the battlefield.
Mo Ning saw the red lights in the eyes of the two Combat Puppets flare brightly. Two faint, almost imperceptible beams of dim light shot out from their chests.
The light silently struck Semy and Kanda.
Their bodies went limp as if all their strength had been drained, and they both fell backward.
Mo Ning observed the change in their expressions and identified the attack: Level Zero Witchcraft, the Sleep Spell.
He had read a detailed account of this Witchcraft in a book from the Royal Library.
The Ancient Witchcraft version, Hypnosis, had a fatal weakness during Casting—the Caster had to look directly into the target’s eyes.
If the target closed their eyes or simply didn’t look at the Caster, the Witchcraft would fail.
After the dawn of the Era of Divination, Wizards had made fundamental improvements to it.
The modern Sleep Spell no longer required eye contact. It used a Spirit Seal as a medium, directly affecting the target’s soul through fluctuations in Magic Power.
It didn’t matter if you closed your eyes or looked away from the Caster. As long as the Magic Power was strong enough to penetrate your mental defenses, you would be affected.
The improvement of the Sleep Spell was just a microcosm of the complete restructuring of the entire Magic System.
「At the same time.」
The other two Combat Puppets raised their right arms in unison. Two metal spheres shot from their palms like a fierce wind.
The spheres silently disintegrated in midair, transforming into a mass of fine metal wires that instantly bound Semy and Kanda up tightly.
Mo Ning again identified the Witchcraft: Level Zero Witchcraft, the Metal Binding Technique.
This Witchcraft was particularly insidious. The metal wires it released were incredibly fine, yet they bound with extreme tightness.
Even the slightest struggle would cause the wires to slice through skin and muscle, inflicting immense pain.
A smile instantly appeared on Aya’s face.
He opened his mouth again, as if about to say something.
Just then, as the two tightly bound figures were only halfway to the ground, their bodies still tilted in midair, the muscles in their faces suddenly twitched.
The twitch was subtle, but to the superhuman vision of the Insightful Secret Eye, it was perfectly clear.
A chill went down Mo Ning’s spine as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he sent a message to Anya with all possible speed: ’Now! Use your strongest Knight’s Secret Skill and kill Kanda!’
Anya’s shoulders squared slightly. She took a step forward with her left foot, and her Sheepskin Boots hit the ground with a sound like muffled thunder.
"BOOM!"
The gravel on the ground jumped from the impact.
The Noble Lady’s skin instantly turned bright red, and steam billowed from the top of her head—a sign that her Qi and Blood Power had been pushed to its absolute limit.
She threw a punch at Kanda from across the distance.
Anya moved so fast she left afterimages. Her fist compressed the air, creating a sharp, cracking boom.
In that brief, almost negligible instant, the Noble Lady made good on her earlier promise to follow his commands completely, just as a soldier obeys a general.
"BANG!"
A strange sound echoed.
Kanda’s chest caved in as if it had been struck by an invisible sledgehammer.
His mouth flew open, and he spurted a mouthful of blood mixed with crimson chunks of flesh.
Kanda’s body, as if shoved violently by an unseen hand, flipped several times in midair before crashing heavily to the ground.
Judging by the scene, Kanda’s chances of survival were incredibly slim.
Mo Ning finally felt a sense of relief.
Based on the subtle clues caught by his Insightful Secret Eye and Anya’s Crisis Sensing, he had determined that something terrifying was likely hidden inside Kanda.
So he decided to strike first.
Other newcomers wouldn’t dare do such a thing, but he had more than enough confidence to back it up.
At worst, he could ask the Rose Council to intervene. If that failed, he could always play his trump card: the former dean, Lord Martin.
The words on the tip of Aya’s tongue were choked back by the Noble Lady’s punch.
The Junior Deacon’s gaze shot toward them, his eyes a mixture of shock, anger, and utter bewilderment.
A rookie who hadn’t even formed a Spirit Ring had dared to act right under his nose, beating a captured "suspect" to within an inch of his life.
The sheer audacity!
This wasn’t just a challenge to his authority; it was a complete disregard for the entire arrest procedure.
Aya felt intensely offended.
It wasn’t just the Second Level Apprentice; all the newcomers watching the scene were completely stunned.
No one had expected that this quiet, beautiful girl would first accuse Kanda of being a Dark Wizard Traitor, then immediately find an opportunity to punch him to within an inch of his life.
To think that such violent, decisive, and merciless tactics were hidden within that seemingly delicate frame.
It was insane!
Many of the young men who had secretly admired Anya from afar in the cafeteria now felt a chill run down their spines. This gentle flower, it turned out, had dangerously sharp thorns.
The anger in Aya’s chest exploded like gunpowder. He roared, "You—"
But the Second Level Apprentice still didn’t get to finish his sentence.
Kanda’s and Semy’s eyes shot open. A terrifying gurgling sound rattled in their throats, as if they were being strangled.