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"Boom, boom, boom..."

The continuous explosions echoed one after another over the field, raising clouds of dust into the sky.

"How is it? Any effect?"

Dozens of witches anxiously stared at the bombarded area, and a witch with Wind Magic talent whipped up a gale to blow away the dust, hoping to see the outcome of the first wave of attacks.

Even though there was no prior agreement, as soon as the reward session ended, all the remaining participants tacitly ceased their infighting and chose to join forces to attack the Phantom King first. Read latest stories on Lokepub

After all, everyone had realized from the previous reward session that the Phantom King was the complete consciousness projection of the Clown Chief Instructor, completely different from those stiff and foolish Clown Illusions.

Having already witnessed the terrifying power of those previous Clown Illusions’ spells, no one among the competitors felt arrogant enough to believe they could take on this stronger, self-aware Phantom King on their own.

So, it was decided to team up against the boss first, and fight for the spoils after the boss was overthrown, each relying on their own abilities.

However...

"Be careful..."

Before the magical wind had dispersed the dust, a witch with the Pupil Skill already saw the situation clearly through the dust cloud and issued a warning.

Unfortunately, the speed at which the warning was communicated was far too slow; by the time the witches received it and attempted to defend or evade, several figures had already instantaneously appeared next to the witches closest to the dust cloud.

Following that, with punches and kicks, those unfortunate witches were turned into falling stars, either crashing into the ground or smashing into the mountainside; and seeing how they were now breathing less and more faintly, it was evident they were either dead or seriously injured and had lost their combat ability.

In the space of one round, the final assault team lost six members.

"Do you really underestimate me that much, thinking you can gang up on me with such loose cooperation?"

The six phantoms merged back into one, and the Phantom King still stood atop the desolate lamp post at the mountain’s summit, speaking thus.

In the previous round of concentrated bombardment, the peak where the Phantom King had been had been leveled, yet strangely, the lamp post and the small area of road beneath it remained intact.

This scene made the watching witches’ pupils constrict.

It meant that under the firepower of the crowd, the Phantom King was not only unhurried but even had the spare energy to take care of the lamp post beneath his feet, which was preposterous.

After all, that had been the concentrated bombardment of dozens of witches; any of the competitors in the Phantom King’s place would not dare say they could definitely come out unscathed, and even if someone were really able to withstand it, they couldn’t possibly seem as relaxed and at ease.

However, the Phantom King’s words did make The Witches tense up and look at each other.

The previous round of attacks was indeed a group beating, but there was no coordination whatsoever; you cast a Fireball Technique, I throw an Ice Arrow Spell, whatever you’ve got, just throw it, and bam, that’s it.

But such actions did not maximize the firepower, and some spells even collided and partially negated each other, like the mutually opposing Fireball and Ice Arrow spells.

But there was nothing that could be done about it; after all, everyone had been at each other’s throats as competitors just before, and now to suddenly expect seamless coordination between them was impossible.

However, witches after all are a warrior race, essentially a society where everyone is a soldier; even those Research Witches who don’t go into battle have received military training from childhood, and if there was an excellent Commander to lead them, achieving seamless cooperation might not be possible, but forming a certain amount of combat strength in a short time was not difficult.

Unfortunately, among the witches, there were many capable fighters, but few were leaders with high commanding ability.

"If you all trust me, how about I take on the role of Commander?"

Just as everyone was starting to worry, one of the witches stepped forward.

And the Phantom King, who was standing with arms crossed on the lamp post, seemingly offline but actually holding back, also looked toward that witch.

Dorothy remembered that this was the Prophecy Witch who ranked fifth, the Stellar Speaker.

Indeed, witches from the Divination Department were natural-born commanding talents; after all, it was a well-known faction dependent on talent and intelligence, requiring high inspiration and intellectual capability to study, and high intelligence was exactly what positions like think tanks demanded.

Dorothy remembered in her previous world there were even those who compared military campaigns to playing chess, likening the battlefield to a chessboard. Average players make one move at a time, whereas outstanding players plan several moves ahead, having already thought out their second, third, or even fourth and fifth moves when making one, and outstanding commanders do the same, often able to predict the enemy’s next move with precision and prepare counters in advance.

It’s as if they were so intelligent they could foresee the future.

But the Prophecy Witches were different; they were not only intelligent, but they could actually foresee the future.

Therefore, although many Prophecy Witches actually didn’t have strong combat capabilities, their status was often very high, simply because they were natural-born leaders.

It’s easy to raise an army, but a good general is hard to find; as natural-born leaders, Prophecy Witches could be said to be the elite among the witch factions.