Teachers and students in the stands had considered numerous possibilities for my comeback, but they had never imagined such a direct, decisive move.
A maneuver that sent my opponent flying straight into the wall.
I myself was startled.
Initially, I had only expected that strike to merely unbalance her. I had already planned my subsequent combo, intending to unleash ‘Swift’ and ‘Rampage’ in quick succession for some close-quarters combat before she could react.
While conjuring ‘Rampage’ in such a short timeframe would be challenging for most, or rather, for most gods, it was no issue for me. Achieving eleven characters per second was something I could manage even before ascending to godhood; now, with my enhanced attributes, it was effortless.
Yet, my opponent was defeated just like that. This was entirely unexpected. Were they truly so fragile?
Evidently, I hadn’t grasped just how terrifying my strike had been. It likely rivaled the full might of a typical War God’s attack, so it was only natural for an unprepared opponent to be sent flying.
I gazed in mild surprise at the characters materializing in the air: [Winner – Moe God Ye Menghan].
The students and teachers in the stands were even more astonished than I was. Though my opponent wasn’t an exceptionally powerful Mage God, as a Mid-Tier Mage God with remarkable stability, she ranked among the top five hundred Mage Gods in her year.
While my victory might have held a hint of opportunism, I had undeniably defeated her. Had I been a Mage God or a War God, it would have been unremarkable.
But I was an Illusion God, and that final burst of power was certainly no less than what a typical War God could unleash.
However, they remained unaware of the other techniques I still held in reserve. Had they known, I wondered what expressions would have graced their faces.
Lavishly Karafar also looked at me, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. “Did you train in two divine systems, like Mifeier?”
Xilinka remained silent, simply observing me.
Mifeier, meanwhile, had already fallen asleep in Lavishly Karafar’s arms.
“Not really,” I replied truthfully, seeing no need to conceal such a matter.
“It’s probably just because I’m naturally quite strong.”
‘That innate strength is terrifying,’ Lavishly Karafar mused internally. Despite her thoughts, she kept silent; everyone had their secrets, after all.
‘But then again, it truly is just my natural strength,’ I thought.
Meanwhile, the other spectators in the stands were buzzing with even wilder conjectures. They speculated about me cultivating both War God and Mage God systems, possessing innate talent skills akin to Xilinka’s, or even being born with an ultimate physique.
In short, every imaginable guess was thrown around. It was hard to picture what title these people would ultimately bestow upon me.
I, however, wasn’t in a hurry to explain. Let them misunderstand; it would only lead them to overestimate my true capabilities and thus impair their judgment.
Only a select few in the stands had a different focus from the rest. The divine art I unleashed at the end, ‘Divine Art: Thousand Jin,’ might not have been particularly potent, but with their keen eyes, they could clearly discern that I hadn’t prepared it beforehand.
Instead, I had assembled it on the spot, and the speed and precision of that combination were truly exceptional.
On a high platform, a woman with ink-black hair sat in a chair, her pale hand gently supporting her chin.
She spoke softly, “How far do you think she can go?”
A blue-haired youth beside her pondered for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Predecessors have tried direct combinations before, but the speed was always less than ideal. She’s the first to shrink the divine art symbols, and it seems to work reasonably well so far. However, it’s clearly not enough.”
The ink-haired woman nodded as well. The blue-haired youth’s assessment wasn’t far from her own; it was still far too early to make a definitive judgment.
Meanwhile, God’s Agent stood amidst the crowd, having watched the entire arena match unfold. Though I had won, there were too many issues.
Based on my final burst of power, winning this match shouldn’t have been so difficult. My greatest advantage lay in the versatility of my divine arts, making me unpredictable, yet throughout this match, I had been consistently suppressed, only managing to unleash a few divine arts.
Most importantly, my initial counterattack had been too simplistic and easily dealt with. However, she was quite satisfied with my final tactic of feigning death.
After all, her creed didn’t deem using underhanded tricks as shameful, and the effect had been undeniably good.
As for me, my appearance and inherent attributes had little to do with anything shameful. Thus, everyone present unconsciously overlooked my… well… ‘silence’ before that final burst.
At that moment, Xilinka looked at me and said, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. You’re choosing the dishes.”
‘It seems we’re having meat tonight!’ I thought.
Mifeier, who had been sleeping, had just been woken by Lavishly Karafar and was now rubbing her eyes with tiny hands, looking somewhat bewildered.
‘Was my match really so boring that she fell asleep?’ I wondered, a touch of melancholy in my thoughts.
Xilinka, somehow perceiving my thoughts, remarked, “While it was a bit dull, it wasn’t enough to make one drowsy. The final move, however, was quite spectacular.”
Then, turning to the recently awakened Mifeier, she added, “Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria. Your Sister Ye is ordering.”
Mifeier’s slightly bewildered eyes suddenly lit up. “Sister Ye won? I knew it, hee hee.”
Lavishly Karafar cast a sidelong glance at her. “And who was it just now who declared they wouldn’t have meat for days, then got so nervous they fell asleep?”
“Haha…” Mifeier scratched her head, a little embarrassed. “Well, mainly, I just got worried when I saw you weren’t moving…”
Watching their interaction, a wave of emotion washed over me. ‘Perhaps in my eighteen years, I had never truly experienced such joyful moments,’ I mused.
“Come on, why are you spacing out? Let’s go to the cafeteria for meat!” Mifeier called out, already quite a distance ahead, turning to look back at me.
I snapped back to reality.
‘Since I’ve found it, I should cherish it,’ I thought. ‘What’s with this act of a wistful literary girl? It’s utterly cringeworthy.’
“I’m coming,” I called out, catching up to tease her. “But today I’m ordering, so you’d better curry favor with me. Who knows, if I’m in a good mood, I might even pick something you like.”
Upon arriving at the cafeteria, I was ready to order, just as we’d agreed. However, as I was about to name the dishes, they had already served themselves their favorites.
‘Damn it, they’re just picking on me because I can’t fly!’ I grumbled internally.