Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

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It seemed that in terms of strength and endurance, she was at no advantage. Realizing this, Tilan leaped up again, her fingertips grazing the sword edge, and a pale blue pattern plated over it. Then she attacked her opponent once more.

The sword edge, augmented with the Withering Sequence Magic Power, became much sharper than before. Even if blocked, the Sword Aura that accompanied the weapon would continue to Sweep down, making it difficult to resist. If it were a Mortal, their head would probably throb with intense pain, as if a knife were slicing through their brain, rendering them powerless and causing them to kneel. But the young man before her was different. Facing Tilan's various spells like "Spectral Fright Night" and the direct gaze of "Deterrence Eye," he showed no reaction, his spirit and consciousness as unshakable as steel.

Ordinary swordsmanship and spells were not enough to defeat him, but using the Songstress's Ability along with her own Talent, the Healing Crystal, would be too bullying.

With this thought, Tilan got serious. She casually tossed aside her notched Longsword and stretched her hand to her side, where a Crystal Cross Sword formed from pale blue Magic Power.

Gripping the hilt with both hands, Tilan charged once more. This time she did not dodge but directly used the Deep Blue Broadsword in her hands to block and parry, constantly colliding. The Blue Crystal Cross Sword shed chips and scratches until it shattered after several strikes, but this also allowed it to absorb a great deal of force, reducing the backlash in the girl's hands.

In the following combat, Tilan became more and more familiar with the young man's Moves and increasingly admired them. His skillful technique, the astonishing control over his physical strength, and his solid physique all testified to the considerable effort he had put in, and he was extremely diligent and solid, with very few weaknesses.

After another series of combats, Tilan lightly tapped with the tip of her foot and leaped up to dodge the sweeping spear below, then threw her Crystal Longsword at the opponent's face.

Bang, the long spear swept through the air, emitting a thunderous roar, smashing the thrown Crystal Longsword to pieces. At that moment, Tilan's figure also vanished from the opponent's view.

Seconds later, Weston sensed a shift in Magic Power and discovered Tilan right above him. Then he saw the black-haired girl blur, creating several clones with identical appearances. Each 'Tilan' held a pale blue Longsword that shimmered with light, revealing distinct white patterns in the shape of a beautiful butterfly, its edges turning shadowy as if touched by a black glow.

"Withering Secret Art: Obliterating Instant Butterfly Sword"

Utilizing her Ability to create clones, four black-haired girls attacked from four directions. The gloomy Sword Edge barely touched the long spear, instantly wearing it down and severing it. In that instant, the young man was in great peril, narrowly dodging the dangerous blade. Even though Tilan had held back, he was still left with more than a dozen cuts of various sizes.

Returning to her original position, the four black-haired Tilans merged back into one. She flicked the remaining blood off the Sword Edge, then let go, allowing the blade to disperse into faint Magic Power Light Sand in the air.

"Strength, skill, endurance, you've done very well in all of them, but your methods and attack modes are a bit too monotonous," the girl commented briefly.

"All in all, you can get 85 points." This was the highest score she had given in her training sessions over the past few days.

"Thank you for your guidance, President," he said, covering his wounds and bowing to thank her. He then took out a hemostatic spray, skillfully treating his wounds, planning to spend a night at the school hospital. He would likely be mostly recovered by then, since Tilan had not aimed at his vitals or bones, so the injuries weren't serious.

He had indeed considered learning various other attack methods, but unfortunately, his Talent did not lie in spells. Progress was nowhere near as swift as in different close-combat skills. Furthermore, common Withering Sequence combat styles largely revolved around spells, so he lacked good role models to learn from and emulate, forcing him to grope blindly in using the Withering Sequence Ability in close combat. This not only delayed time but also did not progress quickly.

Now, having met an exceptional Talent who was far superior to him and also excelled in both close and ranged combat within the Withering Sequence, it was this that had prompted him to actively seek guidance today. Otherwise, given his reticent personality, he likely would have been fumbling alone in the training room, reluctant to bother anyone.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you a bit." She couldn't teach much, not because Tilan was partial, but because she genuinely did not have much time and energy to spare for teaching; after all, she was also a student with a lot to learn.

"Thank you, President Tilan!" Upon hearing this, the young man looked up, overwhelmed with gratitude.