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But what no one knew was that Dorothy, who seemed possessed by a war god, was also in deep trouble.

"Damn, why won't you just die already? I'm running out of mana here."

Feeling the rapidly depleting mana pool within her and looking at her opponent's still resilient mana bar, the homebody witch was in agony.

This full-throttle war god mode naturally came with a price, as her furious output rate was achieved by burning through mana at a much higher rate.

Keep in mind that the "Witch's Monkey Wine Transformation Spell" is a high-level magic spell rated 8th-circle, with shocking consumption. Even as the creator of this spell, Dorothy, who knew the spell inside out and could minimize mana consumption, still ended up using about 5000 mana just to activate it.

Not to mention that was just the initial cost, the maintenance cost was around 200 mana per second.

Dorothy's total mana was only about 13000 mana, and the previous battles were mostly quick kills, which didn't consume much mana, except for the last one where she had to break Senior Mia's Golden Tortoise Shell using the sure-kill technique, Dragon King Sky-breaking Fist.

That punch, mighty as it was, also had a hefty price, burning around 2000 mana and added to the mana spent on the constant use of Ground Shrinkage while being chased by Madeline...

So, now she had about 4000 mana left, which could maintain her War God form for about 20 seconds. If she couldn't finish off the opponent in those 20 seconds, she'd just have to lie flat and wait to die.

Just....

"Damn, I always heard those folks saying how a Succubus is durable and how no matter how extreme the play, they can't be broken—I didn't believe it then, but now I see it's true. That health bar is ridiculously thick."

Dorothy looked up to the left, glancing at the health bars displayed above the arena.

Dorothy: 2.6w/1.3w (it'd make sense for a boss to fully restore health and double the health bar, right?)

Madeline: 2333/1.3w

Their physique attributes were both A-level, so their health bars were neck and neck. Her previous round of Oulas had already successfully brought her opponent down to critical health.

But just as Dorothy was pumped up, ready for the final push, she suddenly discovered that the opponent had triggered some strange talent, which drastically increased their healing speed, almost matching the damage of her Oulas.

What kind of health-locking cheat is this?

In that moment, Dorothy realized just how terrifying a creature a Succubus could be; that sturdy, durable physique was frightening in all senses, both in bed and on the battlefield.

But no matter, there was no turning back now; she could only keep going with the Oulas, to see whose health bar would give out first, or whose mana bar would.

Her mana was at 3000, and the War God form had 15 seconds left.

"Oula, Oula, Oula..."

"No tears, no tears, no tears..."

Dorothy clenched her teeth and went on a furious Oula spree.

At this moment, she dared not slack off, having just barely caught a flaw in her technically skilled opponent and pulled them into this scenario where they could only clash with sheer attributes. If she relaxed and allowed her opponent to escape this infinite combo trap and regroup, she would undoubtedly lose today.

Against such a tech-savvy opponent, she couldn't afford to give them any chance to strike back.

"Just die already...."

...the little witch was Oulaing with all her might....

Her mana was now at 2000, and the War God form had 10 seconds left.

On the other side, the Succubus Witch was truly out of options besides passively taking hits, as her mana was really too limited to allow for any maneuverability.

As the child of two Peak Witches, Madeline was born with a mana pool of more than ten thousand. By the time she started learning martial arts and engaging in Magic Web Duels, her mana had reached forty or fifty thousand. Her combat system was built starting from a minimum of forty to fifty thousand mana.

As for fighting strategies below forty thousand mana...

emmmm...she had none, as she'd never considered the possibility of having only that much mana during a duel; usually, witches with such limited mana can be directly classified as weak, easy to kill, right?

Madeline had never dreamed there could be such genius opponents with poor mana but terrifying attributes and strength. She felt like she was screwed now.

If only she had over forty thousand mana in today's duel, she would have dozens of ways to break free.

"After I go back, I'm going to fix this flaw, starting from building a combat system with just 1000 mana."

Thus, the Succubus Witch gritted her teeth mentally.

But obviously, future plans couldn't effectively alleviate her current unfortunate situation; she could still only lie there like meat on a chopping board, getting randomly hammered by her opponent.

This also happened to be exactly what her opponent wanted—the originally higher-ranked her had been effectively dragged to the same level by her opponent, who was now exploiting her rich experience to ravage her.

How could there be such a shameless person? No wonder my adorable sister almost went astray and nearly didn't come home the same night after only knowing her for a few hours.

The Succubus Witch was frantic in her heart.

However, Madeline had not entirely given up hope. With her experience, she could tell that the opponent's explosive form was highly consuming. Such an all-out attack surely couldn't last long, and it was now a matter of who could outlast the other.

Besides, her martial arts were not practiced in vain. Even in such a desperate situation, she had already come up with a basic countermeasure within these short ten seconds or so.

As a big shot who had reached the peak of martial arts, her skills were revered by otherworldly races as that of a Martial God. Reaching strength throughout her entire body was naturally achievable for her.

The kind of fist strength, emergent from any part of the body, as seen in the Chinese martial arts novels Dorothy read in her past life, was something Madeline could also achieve. Moreover, as a Succubus Witch, she had absolute control over every inch of her flesh and blood.

Therefore, although she seemed to be purely taking hits at first glance, in reality, as her body's magical power circulated, it transformed into fist strength, bursting from the spots she was hit, clashing with the opponent's iron fists.

Of course, the power of such body-driven fist strength was certainly not as great as that of real fists. Hence, this technique could only greatly reduce the damage she suffered, but it wasn't entirely without injury.

Moreover, this kind of fist strength required preparation, and she needed to predict where the opponent's punches would land in advance. With the opponent's high-frequency attack, achieving this was extremely difficult.

Luckily, another one of Madeline's talents was now coming into play— that very source of her sister's pain, the core talent of a succubus, Source of Desire (SSR).

Of course, it was unknown whether it was luck or misfortune, her talent wasn't as good as her sister's. Hence, she did not inherit the full version of Source of Desire (SSR) at birth; she only inherited a weaker version, Desire Perception (SR).

Although she could sense others' desires towards her, it was only a vague perception, at most being able to sense interest in her, lust for her body, sneaking peeks at her legs, oh, now looking at the chest— that level of perception, and not like her sister who could clearly understand the opponent's desires.

But this was enough, as murderous and hostile intents could arguably be considered desires, right?

This ability, originally used by succubi for hunting, had turned into Murderous Intent Perception in the hands of martial artist Madeline. She developed this talent into something akin to battle intuition, allowing her to sense the opponent's hostility and roughly predict the next move's landing.

With this, she barely pulled off the miracle of seemingly being one-sidedly battered but actually fighting back.

Nevertheless, since this technique was newly developed, it wasn't very refined yet. Hence, the interception efficiency wasn't high — perhaps five out of ten punches could be intercepted, and she still had to tough out the other five.

But this was enough, as her life-saving ability as a succubus was also starting to take effect.

Specialty Pain Reversal (SR) activated.

When this ability was activated, the succubus could turn the pain into an equivalent level of pleasure.

Talent Succubus Physique (SR) activated.

Succubi could draw strength from pleasure. The greater the pleasure, the faster their physical strength recovered, and their self-healing ability also enhanced.

This combination of skills was precisely why succubi were tough to take down.

Still, this combo felt rather odd when used in a battlefield context.

Like right now...

"Damn, why do you keep making those misleading sounds while taking a beating, and why is your face all flushed, you freak? How did you even become the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman? Besides, with Mia, that tremor-inducing mother tyrant as the Enforcement Team Captain, the discipline at Witch Academy must be seriously problematic."

Looking at the opponent who was clearly being pummeled by her but whose seductive body was becoming increasingly difficult to resist, whose enchanting face was turning rosier, and who might occasionally let out moans that led to wild fantasies, Dorothy's mentality almost crumbled.

Her mana was now down to 1000, with 5 seconds left in War God Form.

"You damn trembling M just die already."

"Mmm...Ah..."

Ding....

The duel finally ended in a roar and a moan, and this increasingly bizarre contest reached its conclusion.

As the dust settled and with the unconscious Succubus on the ground and the young lady gradually shrinking back to normal size amidst the smoke, the entire arena burst into cheers.

But this had little to do with Dorothy now. Drained of her mana, she couldn't hold on any longer; her consciousness faded, and she collapsed. But in her confused state, she felt like she didn't directly fall to the ground but bumped into something soft instead.

Her last memory was of a few drifting Pure White Feathers.

...The little witch was unconscious...