Chapter 252 – A One-Woman Siege

Chapter 252 – A One-Woman Siege

“Treasure Persimmon? What a great name!” Mo Lan said. “When will the Seed Card for this Treasure Persimmon go on sale? I’ll definitely be the first to buy one! The gemstones it produces would be perfect for practicing spatial magic!”

“Once I’ve accumulated a few more mutant fruits and figured out the planting magic for mutant fruit varieties, I’ll start selling these fruit Seed Cards!” Sylph said.

“You can do it!” Vasida’s face was full of encouragement and anticipation. “Your fruits are already growing gemstones — I wouldn’t be surprised if they grew other things in the future. Like a tree that grows into a house! Or a fruit tree covered in spatial-attribute magic gemstones…”

“What are you talking about! What kind of tree could mutate into a whole tree full of magic gemstones? That’s way too exaggerated!” Sylph laughed helplessly.

“There are still so many fruits we haven’t tried — maybe there are magic gemstones in some of them!” Vasida said with a grin, picking up another fruit and getting ready to dig in.

…

Mutant apples, mutant persimmons… every mutant fruit had its own unique qualities.

The tasting process was full of surprises, though of course, there were no more magic gemstones.

The most special one remained the Treasure Persimmon.

The rest mostly had mutations in portion size, texture, or yield.

After tasting each one in turn, their stomachs were full.

“Who says everyone’s full! I’m not full yet!” Vasida protested.

The Devouring Stomach in her hands also deflated its bulging body back to normal.

Like owner, like magical item. Mo Lan found it amusing and couldn’t help teasing her:

“You! If you want to eat your fill in one sitting, this entire fruit grove Sylph just planted wouldn’t be enough! You’d better go ravage the Breadfruit Grove instead!”

“How dare you, Moira! You’re making fun of my appetite! Careful or I’ll eat you in one bite!” Vasida huffed and lunged at Mo Lan, opening her mouth as if to bite.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mo Lan pushed her head away with a look of disgust.

As everyone knew, Vasida had always grown only in strength, never in height.

And Mo Lan, though not as strong as Vasida, had more than enough of a height advantage.

Vasida’s tremendous strength forced Mo Lan to retreat step by step, but Vasida’s hands could never quite reach her.

Sylph watched the two of them and couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting out laughing.

The moment she laughed, two pairs of eyes snapped toward her.

Sylph’s laughter caught in her throat. She turned and bolted, pushing her Super Speed to its absolute limit.

But her speed was nowhere near enough to outrun Mo Lan.

She was caught in no time, her cheeks ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded before Mo Lan finally let her go.

Vasida fared no better either — her hair was left in a state messier than a bird’s nest.

“This is why I keep telling you two to study more magic and improve your combat abilities!” Mo Lan said, twirling her wand.

Sylph and Vasida: “…”

This grudge would be settled tomorrow!

The following afternoon, after Magic Q&A class, the young witches’ self-organized second combat training session officially began.

It was still the same training ground.

But this time, after setting down their wands and brooms, the young witches didn’t scatter apart. Instead, they “casually” gathered together.

And the center of their gathering — Mo Lan — noticed something was off immediately. “What’s this? Are you all planning a siege today?”

“What siege? This is combat training. Running around everywhere is boring — might as well just start fighting when time’s up!”

“That’s right! No more spreading out today!”

…

The young witches chattered away, speaking with absolute conviction.

All while inching closer to Mo Lan, blocking off her escape routes.

Mo Lan: “…”

She had no idea how long they’d been plotting this — their acting was actually quite convincing! But with them this close, using her butcher’s cleaver would be rather unwieldy.

She simply put the cleaver away and went with her fists instead.

“Time’s up! Go!”

The young witches’ expressions were electric with excitement. They’d waited an entire week — the time for revenge had finally come!

Vasida and Sylph, with both old and new grudges combined, were the most fired up of all.

But Mo Lan moved faster. She grabbed their weapon-wielding wrists, gave a sharp twist, then shoved.

In one motion, she plowed a path through them and broke free of the encirclement.

Then she fought while retreating.

Before long, the ground was littered with fallen young witches.

“This is not how I pictured it. Not at all!” Sylph lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

“Moira is insane — even Beastfolk warriors can’t be much better than this, can they?” Iris clutched her stomach. “I think I need to visit the infirmary. It feels like my insides got kicked bloody.”

Cheryl was full of regret. “How did we forget? She was already able to face forty water orbs by herself before. There are only twenty-seven of us! This isn’t us besieging her — it’s her besieging all of us single-handedly!”

Alba’s focus was entirely different from the others. She shifted into a more comfortable spectating position. “Vasida can really take a beating!”

The young witches all looked over.

There was Vasida, getting knocked down by Mo Lan over and over, then getting back up again. Every time they thought she couldn’t possibly stand again, she somehow scrambled to her feet.

“That’s brutal! She’s just getting pummeled one-sidedly!” Sylph couldn’t bear to watch.

“I’m fine! Totally fine!” Vasida hauled herself up from the ground once more.

Mo Lan’s curiosity was piqued now too. “I want to see just how long you can keep this up.”

Another punch, followed by a shoulder throw.

Vasida had no way to fight back. She crashed heavily to the ground, face-first, sending up a cloud of dust.

She’d lost all fighting capability. The spectating witches winced just watching.

But moments later, Vasida stood up again, hands covering her face. “Can you not hit the face? It’s not a good look!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Mo Lan adjusted her beating technique accordingly.

“Can someone check the time? How long has it been?” The young witch next to Iris had her watch broken during the earlier fight.

“Forty-eight minutes! A full forty-eight minutes!” Alba answered.

“Good heavens! I’m actually starting to admire Vasida. Being able to take a beating is a talent too!” Iris said.

Honestly, Mo Lan’s hands were getting sore from all the punching.

But curiosity drove her to keep going — she just had to see Vasida’s limit.

Vasida felt the same way.

Every part of her body was in pain now, but every time she felt she was reaching her limit, her body seemed to recover just a little, giving her a bit more strength.

During the water orb training sessions, there had always been water orbs mixed with various potions to drink, so everyone had seemed equally tough.

Today she discovered that even without those potion-infused water orbs, she was just as durable.

“One hour! Training time is up!” Sylph announced.

Mo Lan rubbed her wrists and asked Vasida, “How do you feel? Want to keep going?”

“Keep going!” Vasida felt she still had more in her.

Mo Lan took a deep breath and kicked her flying once again.

After a moment, Vasida stood up yet again.

This cycle repeated for another half hour. Then, as Mo Lan threw a punch, Vasida suddenly crumpled and sat down on the ground.

Mo Lan hadn’t even touched her.