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The final competition venue was set amidst a mountainous area.

A small head popped out from under a huge rock, and she glanced at those figures who were rushing towards the summit, ready to tackle the Phantom King, with a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"Tsk, a bunch of idiots. They're so eager to fall into such an obvious trap. Isn't this just asking for death?"

Alice thought to herself.

Knowing her older sister well, she was sure that the glittering Phantom King on the summit was a trap. It probably wasn't a mere phantom like before, and it might actually be her sister wearing the phantom's guise.

So, even though the announcement mentioned rich rewards, the little witch decided to wait a little longer. Being hasty wouldn't get her anywhere other than unnecessarily sacrificing herself.

But this was fine, letting these hasty ones test the waters first.

Indeed, just as Alice had surmised, it wasn't even a few minutes before several loud booms echoed from the summit. The ones who had earlier ascended the mountain were sent flying down at a speed even faster than they had gone up; they plummeted like meteors, kicking up a cloud of dust along the slope.

When Alice turned her gaze back to the summit, she only saw the glittering Phantom King retracting its fist and then tilting its head.

That's it?

Even though the Phantom King didn't speak, the little witch understood the implied message very clearly.

Ah, this arrogant and asking-for-a-beating posture, confirmed—it's the Fairy King, her sister had really entered the fray.

Alice immediately realized that her guesses were correct. Right away, the little witch drew a sword, the tip aimed at her neck as she pondered whether to just kill herself on the spot.

After all, who could beat her sister when she truly entered the fray?

Recalling how she and the Club President had almost been instantly defeated last night, Alice's eyes instantly turned lifeless.

However, once the dust settled after those unlucky ones landed, the little witch was somewhat amazed to see that they were all unscathed, not a single injury on them.

Something was really off since, usually during a duel with her sister, it wouldn't be surprising if she aimed straight for the guts or even a headshot. When had her sister ever been so merciful to her enemies?

At that moment, the Phantom King stood up and finally spoke.

"It's not that I look down on everyone present, but to me, you all seem like trash. Even if you teamed up right now, you'd likely still be no match for me."

"So, come out, everyone. As a reward for your valiant survival up to this point, and considering that this is a training session for newcomers—it wouldn't be right to only test without teaching. Therefore, as a mercy, I've decided to give each of you a chance to strengthen yourselves, otherwise, it would simply be bullying."

"Oh weaklings, cherish this opportunity, after all, you may never again meet a teacher as almighty as myself in your lifetimes."

The resplendent Phantom King, with arms crossed, proudly stood atop a lamppost, embodying the unstoppable aura of a king.

And Alice thought, "....."

The little witch fell silent for a moment, not because she was offended by her sister's disparaging remarks, but more because she didn't quite understand why her sister, before strutting her stuff, had first created a lamppost with alchemy, then leapt atop it to speak.

Thinking about it, however, it did seem cooler that way.

The four-foot-tall little witch, understanding something as she looked up at her sister's imposing phantom figure, thought to herself.

Ah, I've learned something—I'll have to try that myself sometime.

Then she swiftly crawled out from the crevice beneath the rock she was hiding in, excitedly ascending the mountain.

"I'll take care of this task," thought the little witch.

Yet, just as Alice was struggling up the mountain with her short legs, like a flash, a shadow with long legs whipped past her side and left her behind in a few strides.

This infuriated the little witch, making her short legs move even faster, but sadly, during the non-flying sprint, having long legs was truly advantageous.

Even as Alice ran like a dog, she could only watch helplessly as the first-place position was taken by someone else.

And that person was none other than Miss Ghost Mask, whom she had just met the night before, wanting to become an apprentice to her sister.

"Lord Clown, I would like to ask for your guidance on my swordsmanship," she said.

The Japanese Witch, who didn't hesitate at the chance to seek guidance, took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving with excitement, before she calmed down and spoke earnestly.

This was an opportunity to learn from the Sword God, an invaluable experience—in comparison, passing this examination seemed trivial.

"Certainly, then observe this slash carefully," said the Phantom King.

The Phantom King nodded, then reached for his chest and pulled a long sword from within, then casually slashed towards the distance.

The slash was plain, without any fancy effects, except that it split the clouds in the sky in two and parted the approaching ring of poisonous mist with an invisible blade light, creating a deep chasm on the ground.

"Did you comprehend?" the Phantom King asked, looking at the stunned Miss Ghost Mask.

Japanese Witch: "...."

I comprehend nothing—how could anyone understand that?

"I am terribly sorry, Lord Clown, I am too dull," Miss Ghost Mask said, feeling dejected. She cursed herself for being so awe-struck by the slash that she forgot to fully perceive it, thus missing the chance.

Just as she was disheartened and about to leave, she heard this follow-up.

"Hmm, not comprehending is rather fitting. Do you think you are a genius like me? If you could comprehend it at a glance, that would mean you had the same potential as me. Take this with you, ponder over it slowly back home. Next, please."

A dazzling golden light emerged from within his chest, forming a golden orb, which he tossed to the baffled Miss Ghost Mask before waving her off.

Japanese Witch: "...."

She inexplicably felt that this illusion of Lord Clown was cheeky and infuriating, making her want to punch him.

However, when she examined the golden orb in her hand, she was immediately shocked.

Lord Clown's Secret Spell Slot—Sword God's Secret Technique: Dream Slash.

Such information surfaced in Miss Ghost Mask's mind, then the golden orb disappeared from her hands, and a sword technique materialized in her Sea of Consciousness.

"Uh, is this a Permanent Spell Slot?"

...Miss Ghost Mask wondered in surprise...