Otaku Witch

Chapter 261: 234. Remove meat, leave oil

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On the other side, in the Armed Society Colosseum, the Fairy King’s Martial Soul, who had just been brutally beaten by her own mother, was resting and recuperating. Of course, even while resting, she didn’t keep quiet; her commentary flowed nonstop from the stands, unfazed by her bruised face.

"Lena, can you even do it? You should have struck at her lower posture just now, tsk, useless, you don’t make use of the opportunities given to you."

"Asina, are your eight arms just for show? Multitask, I’ve told you so many times not to use all eight like just two. You need to multitask and use each arm to cast different Sword Techniques simultaneously, damn, and you’re even all twisted up." Read exclusive content at NovelBin.Côm

"Margaret, what are you glaring for? Think your Petrification Evil Eye is something impressive? Stop obsessing over that damn Magic Eye of yours. What about your snake hair? Bite her with it, are you saving it to bite someone in bed at night?"

"Alice, how many times have I told you, if you can do a basic attack then just do it, stop fantasizing about showing off with your big moves. You need to utilize the Speed advantage of your vampire race, sigh, so stupid, beyond saving."

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The Fairy King, employing her High-Speed Divine Words, hurled insults at a rate of dozens per second, so much so that the Witches fighting in the duel below wished they could stop and gang up on her. But upon reflection, they realized with exhausting resignation that unless they unleashed their full magical powers without restrictions, even working together in this same-Attribute practice duel format, it wouldn’t likely be enough to take down this abnormal being.

This was indeed infuriating, but there was nothing to be done when skill was lacking. Fuming, they could only vent their anger on their current opponents in the duel.

Of course, angry as they were, they all started to follow the Fairy King’s instructions in their subsequent attacks. After all, although her mouth was quite foul, her insight was keen, and her advice was sound.

Soon enough, their respective opponents began to feel a great deal of pressure. Fortunately, it was not long before the Fairy King turned her tirade towards them, and so those who were previously under little pressure quickly caught on and began to fight back, resulting in an intense and balanced battle.

However, the Fairy King, who had been at the peak of her vitriolic pleasure, suddenly changed color, her Spirit visibly diminishing at a speed detectable by the naked eye, looking as weak and spent as someone who had just finished moving bricks on a construction site all day.

"Damn, my original self, go to hell, your mother..."

Feeling a continuous wave of exhaustion from her original self, the Fairy King was numb. She instinctively wanted to curse out someone’s family, but the words almost slipped out, she quickly covered her mouth and swallowed it back down.

After all, her mother was standing right there watching. If she truly uttered those words, she would face punishment today just like the previous day, with both her body and spirit suffering.

"Adam, are you not acting as a father should? How did you raise such a worthless original, who torments their own incarnation like this?"

The Fairy King gritted her teeth and redirected her anger towards her absentee father, who wasn’t there and so couldn’t discipline her.

In the meantime, Euphilia, not far away, withdrew her piercing gaze and nodded in satisfaction. In a great mood, she slapped Madeline in their sparring session, plastering her against the wall and turning her into a Succubus Mural.

"Have you rested enough? Come down and continue training," Euphilia called out to her daughter up on the stage.

Indeed, nothing beats disciplining one’s own child, others’ children you might fear to hurt too much, holding back. But no such reservations with her own.

"Mother dear, I’m already in such a state, won’t you let me off? If you want to hit someone, go hit the original body," the Fairy King protested with an even paler face upon hearing her Mother Dragon’s summons.

To this, Euphilia thought about her daughter’s original, lackluster self and felt a slight disdain.

That main body was probably beyond saving, but thankfully, as much of a salted fish her daughter was, at least she had created this satisfying smaller self, which mustn’t be allowed to go to waste, and so...

"No more nonsense, come down."

Feeling somewhat recovered, the Fairy King leaped to her feet with the vigor of a carp bounding from the water. Despite the relentless tide of fatigue flowing from her original self, she paid it no mind.

An indomitable spirit doesn’t truly fear battle due to mere tiredness. The tougher the fighting conditions, the more they invigorated her fighting spirit.

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The Dragon Maiden incarnation leaped down from the spectator stands, her eyes as sharp as swords, brimming with battle intent.

Yeah, she’s pretty cool, if only she’d keep her mouth shut.

"Hmph, fine, bring it on, since I’m just an incarnation. Mother Dragon, you only care about your flesh and blood daughter, nobody dotes on me, your picked-up daughter. Everyone can bully me, whine whine whine."

By appearance alone, she seemed a noble but fallen monarch, full of dignity. But as soon as she opened her mouth, any semblance of authority vanished, and people couldn’t help but clench their fists, itching to punch her.

Even after training this daughter’s little account for a month, Euphilia still couldn’t get used to that mouth of hers, which always managed to provoke people’s anger.

Mother Dragon grew a bit angry, so she raised her hand and swung a claw at her, conjuring a massive phantom Dragon Claw that howled towards the other side.

That was what the Dragon King Battle Technique truly looked like, every movement infused with the power of a Great Dragon.

And if this had been a month ago, the daughter’s little account would probably have been flattened by that one swipe, but now...

Boom...

A loud boom echoed throughout the Arena, the shockwave from the colliding forces sending others in the midst of a duel scurrying away to the stands to watch the spectacle.

"Yay, go Teacher Euphilia, beat up that foul-mouthed fairy!"

"Bets are open, how many moves can the Fairy King take today? I’m betting on ten."

"You’re giving her too much credit. She never lasted more than five moves before."

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The spectator stands were filled with a jovial atmosphere.

But when the dust in the Arena cleared, The Witches were stunned; all they saw were two almost identical black phantom Dragon Claws grappling with each other.

"Hehe, Mother Superior, you didn’t think I was like those weaklings, did you? After a month of you beating me, I’ve already mastered your patterns. If you don’t bring out some new tricks, don’t blame your unworthy daughter for showing up her mother today."

The Fairy King’s face, covered in fine Dragon Scales, revealed a bright smile, grinning from ear to ear, showing all her sharp teeth.

For her part, Euphilia was momentarily startled, then her face lit up with surprise.

"You’ve completely stabilized in the Martial God Realm?"

This ease of using Dragon Power in every action was actually a manifestation of power from the Martial God Boundary. But wasn’t it just a month ago that her daughter had only just brushed the edge of the Martial God? Normally, it should take at least a year or more to truly break through. And with her daughter’s mere thirty-thousand Mana, how did she manage to refine her Martial Soul?

The Dragon Witch was somewhat puzzled.

"Hehe, it’s just like getting a layer of grease on your hands from buying meat at the market."

In response, the Fairy King just smiled and said nothing, leaving her words as a riddle.

Yeah, thank you, Hat Senior Sister.

...The unworthy Martial Soul feeling grateful inside...