Chapter 600

Chapter 600 Farewell

On the arena, a white-robed woman and Bumansa were constantly crossing paths in mid-air. The swift movements of their figures seemed like flashes to ordinary people, only hearing the rapid clashing sounds and occasional sparks.

“Indeed, it’s Froststep. Her brother was also Step Wanderer several years ago,” commented a teacher from the podium.

“Yes, compared to Step Wanderer, her younger sister is more reserved, with a clear and detached personality, quite unusual,” evaluated a teacher from the High Tower Academy.

“No, no, that’s just how you perceive it. Primarily, according to Eastern traditions, women are much more restrained and modest than men. Although Froststep is much calmer compared to her classmates, she is actually quite lively among Eastern girls,” commented another teacher who had been to the Eastern Continent.

“Is that so? But what about that child?” A teacher turned his gaze towards the audience seats of the High Tower Academy, where in the front row, a young girl with twin tails was bickering with her friend.

“Lingye, that child is special. She’s considered a mix of East and West. And her elders dote on her, so her personality is different.”

“Speaking of two years ago, Ziwuan Xian from the Eastern Continent once came to Emanas and talked about this child. Her birth was considered a miraculous event and seen as an omen by her elders.”

Several teachers were discussing on the podium while the match between the two on the arena came to an end.

Froststep stood quietly on one side of the arena, holding a long Eastern sword that shimmered like autumn water, reflecting cold light, and even dripping with a few crimson blood drops.

“I lost.” This beautiful girl from the East shook her head and stepped down from the arena.

Although she had injured Bumansa, during the match she gradually realized the gap between her and her opponent. If Bumansa had fully unleashed her power, she might have been killed on the spot.

She didn’t attack because Bumansa knew her innate ability was too terrifying; once unleashed, there would be no turning back. Froststep also sensed this, which is why she conceded.

“Fortress Academy, Bumansa wins!” the referee announced loudly.

“So, now it’s the final match. Who will win between Lolan and Bumansa?” some students analyzed below.

“Indeed, these are strong schools. Besides Darxi’s exception, they’ve dominated the top spots in recent years.”

“When will our Central School Building rise again?” sighed a student in white uniform.

“Haha, wait a few more years. Maybe a genius will appear then,” consoled a classmate.

As the students were exchanging views, the final match began.

“Fortress Academy, Bumansa, versus, Lolan.”

After the referee announced, the two slowly walked up to the arena and stood on either side.

One wore a dress interwoven with light green and white, the other in red and black. They faced each other, not starting immediately.

“It’s been almost five years since we first met and fought in the underground arena,” Bumansa took out two swords, one red and one blue, holding them in her hands, looking at the black-haired girl in the distance.

“Mm, Bumansa has grown taller,” Lolan Hill seemed to sigh. After graduation, Bumansa would probably return to her hometown in the Verdant Empire, while she herself would stay in Clancia. It would be hard to meet for many years.

Just like college classmates, after graduation, they promised to remember each other deeply, but within months, they gradually forgot. Except for a few roommates, the rest might never see each other again.

“This time, let me see Lolan’s true abilities,” Bumansa revealed a gentle smile as before, but the emerald magic power surging from her body burned like flames.

“Alright,” Lolan nodded, and behind her, magic power gathered like clouds, forming blood-red magical swords.

Bumansa’s figure suddenly moved, flowing like light through the air, rushing towards Lolan.

Clang—

A crisp sound echoed, a blood-red magical sword shot out, directly aiming for Bumansa, but was instantly shattered by her crimson sword. At the same moment, she turned her body, swinging another emerald sword towards Lolan.

By then, even if Lolan controlled the blood sword behind her to shoot, it was too late. Bumansa’s speed was beyond such impact.

Sword lights crossed, leaving sparks in the air, followed by endless water.

The sound of crystal shattering.

A blood-red magic sword slashed out in Lolan Hill’s hands, then was easily sliced apart by Bumansa. Possessing the talent of severance, she could effortlessly cut through any material in the world.

The match seemed to have turned into a war of attrition, with Lolan continuously forming blood-red magic swords, while Bumansa easily sliced them like breaking glass. The two fought at high speed on the platform, and the students below could only see the blurred red and green shadows.

“Frightening,” a senior student of Sequence 6 remarked.

“Indeed,” another agreed.

“With such strength, she can almost instantly defeat other Sequence 6s.”

After half a minute of combat, Bumansa’s figure reappeared in the sky, and Lolan Hill paused, looking up at Bumansa.

“In that case, I suppose I’ll have to use my trump card now,” Bumansa’s eyes shimmered with flowing green light, and her transparent butterfly wings fluttered slightly behind her.

A semi-transparent emerald flower rose from beneath her feet, enveloping Bumansa, then suddenly blooming. Seven identical figures flew out from the flower, each tracing different curves, directly attacking Lolan Hill in the arena.

[Butterfly Splitting Technique]

Lolan Hill saw Maggie use this technique against Xingliu, and now, after several years, she encountered a similarly unique skill herself.

The seven figures moved in different directions, weaving back and forth, creating relentless attacks with no pause or blind spots, leaving Lolan Hill struggling and no longer as relaxed as before.

Although both were around Sequence 6, in a real battle, many Sequence 7s might not necessarily win against either of them.

Seeing Lolan’s blood sword shatter, and her new spear-sword yet to form, four green butterfly-winged figures shot from various directions, forming a cross-like formation around the black-haired girl in the center.

Sharp blades flashed in the air, revealing an extremely dangerous aura.

This doesn’t look good; it seems Bumansa really isn’t holding back, Lolan Hill thought to herself.

Her gaze suddenly condensed, as millions of red layers overlapped, emitting a captivating glow. She seemed to murmur something, but the surrounding spectators heard nothing.

At that moment, Bumansa’s figure froze mid-air. Then, four crimson figures flashed past, and four red swords pierced Bumansa from behind, turning her into scattered crimson points that vanished in the air.

Now, only three of the seven figures remained.

Seeing the close combat wasn’t working, Bumansa shook her head slightly, and three figures ascended into the clouds.

Watching the figures about to disappear in the sky, Lolan Hill charged forward, her crimson magic weaving into transparent wings behind her.

Two green shadows split in the sky, then crossed in arcs to intercept the ascending Lolan Hill.

Crack—

A giant red beam flashed like lightning, directly slicing through one of the figures. Lolan continued chasing the green figure upwards.

Meanwhile, Bumansa in the sky stopped. It seemed she had finished charging, and her butterfly wings burned intensely, emitting golden radiance.

“Thousand Light Sword Form”

A sword made of golden light blossomed in Bumansa’s hand and plunged toward the red figure below.

The sharp blade flashed like light, directly cutting off the wings behind her, and the figure disintegrated into shards of red crystal, falling and dissipating in the air.

“Ah!” Bumansa was taken aback when a black-haired, red-eyed figure appeared behind her.

“I’ve got you, Bumansa sister.” Then, icy fingers pressed against Bumansa’s neck, causing her to feel a chill and a sudden shiver.

After transforming into the Demon Sequence, Lolan Hill became a bit more capricious and frightened Bumansa.

The girl, like a neighborly sister, first showed surprise, then gradually regained her composure, relaxing her body.

“It seems I lost,” she wasn’t too discouraged, as this outcome was somewhat expected.

The two held hands and slowly descended from the sky, and Bumansa said a few words to the referee.

“Fortress Academy, Lolan wins!”

The resounding announcement echoed throughout the venue, followed by bursts of cheering. This competition far exceeded expectations, leaving many thrilled and shocked by the power of the black-haired girl.

Just with this appearance, she defeated everyone and won the championship.

“I told you, Lolan sister is the best,” Ye Ling seemed even happier than Lolan Hill herself, pulling Ailoi and jumping around like a child yet to grow up.

“Finished,” Alena stood up and clapped, looking at the few people receiving trophies and medals in the center of the venue.

“We’re about to graduate too,” some people felt a growing sense of sadness.

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The next day, in a grand concert hall, students sat in their seats, watching the symphony performance in the center, followed by a magnificent dance and song show. The dancers on stage wore glistening long dresses, gently spinning, with the gems on their skirts shining, emitting a beautiful three-color halo.

“How beautiful,” Letis’s eyes showed admiration and envy.

“It’s beautiful,” Ye Ling was still sitting in Lolan’s lap, watching the performance in the distance. Sometimes she would wiggle left and right, forcing Lolan to hold her to prevent her from moving around.

She occasionally suspected that this little girl was doing it on purpose, wanting her to hold her.

Cuti was sitting beside Lolan at this moment, her head resting on Lolan’s shoulder, half-closed eyes suggesting she wanted to sleep.

Although she had awakened, this witch hadn’t fully recovered yet and would sometimes doze off, though it wasn’t as severe as before.

“The dance and song performance this year is particularly splendid,” Alena said, and Lily nodded in agreement.

“It’s said that this year’s ‘Crown of Melody’ is a student from the central school building. She has red hair and is very beautiful,” Lily said while carefully glancing at Cuti, who was dozing off. This young lady was quite mysterious, even she could sense something.

“What’s her name? That ‘Crown of Melody,'” Alena continued asking.

“Wind.”

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As graduation approached, several of them walked together on the campus streets.

On either side of the winter street, some trees still hung with colorful decorations, leftovers from the previous winter festival.

“Do you remember our first visit to the restaurant?” Alena asked.

“I remember. Back then, we had just met, and everyone was particularly surprised by the spaciousness and variety of food at Emanas,” Nia whispered. When they first met, she always hid behind others and was too shy to speak.

“Now Nia has become bolder and isn’t as shy as before, hehe,” Alena laughed.

“That’s great. Actually, I was quite direct back then, which might have made Nia uncomfortable at first,” Letis recalled the day they first met, arguing with Alena, while Nia stood timidly aside, and eventually, Lolan came to mediate.

“Sigh, people grow up. Letis is also easier to get along with now,” Alena turned around as she walked ahead.

“Can you actually compliment someone? It’s rare to hear you say such things,” Letis was somewhat skeptical.

“In any case, there won’t be many more opportunities to meet in the future, so we should speak more gently. Even I will consider the atmosphere,” Alena explained.

Looking at the present Alena, she seemed much more composed than before, Lolan thought to herself.

“Oh, let’s not talk about this, it’s too depressing. What do you want to eat today? I’ll treat you,” Letis patted her chest. This young lady certainly wasn’t short on money.

“Haha, you said it yourself, no going back,” Alena laughed in response.

“Of course, I always keep my word,” Letis said with a clear voice.

“You guys go ahead and reserve a seat. I’ll go call Night Spirit and the others over. Let’s eat together today,” Alena said to the three of them, then pointed at the group walking and enjoying the scenery behind them.

“Alright,” Letis nodded.

That night, the seven of them from two dormitories, plus Ailoi, Kalvra, and Cuti, gathered at a corner of the restaurant.

“So, let’s drink until we’re all tipsy tonight!” Alena raised her beer glass boldly, followed by a series of crisp clinking sounds.

“I can’t drink that much,” Lolan waved her hands, stopping Ye Ling and Ailoi from clinking glasses with her. The two little ones held large cups of strong liquor, their faces flushed.

“Don’t be modest, Lolan.”

Letis rarely raised her wine glass, barely touching it, looking a bit unsteady, indicating she was already tipsy. This result was partly due to Alena egging her on.

“Fine.” Unable to refuse the invitation and feeling a wave of nostalgia, Lolan picked up her small glass and took a sip.

For a moment, the red-cheeked beauties filled the air with laughter and joy.

(The chapter ends)