Chapter 243 – Combat Techniques

Lady Amisha’s resentment had nearly taken physical form, and Mo Lan could certainly feel it.

Now there wasn’t a shred of doubt left.

It seemed the problem wasn’t with her—Spatial Magic was simply even harder to master than the books suggested.

She’d already had the advantage of her Sorceress Talent, which let her learn faster than most.

“Headmistress, all my questions for this week have been answered, so I’ll be heading out first!”

With that, she grabbed her broomstick and tried to slip away.

“Go on, go on!” Amisha waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t forget to check the course schedule tonight—new classes start next week!”

“Got it!” Mo Lan flew out of Indoor Training Ground No. 1, found an empty training ground with no one around, and began practicing Magic.

Mo Lan had already heard about the schedule update from Sylph and Vasida the previous evening.

While she’d been busy researching Magic, the other young witches hadn’t been idle either.

In just eight weeks, they had finished all the content of the introductory Alchemy course.

That was a full month ahead of the scheduled completion time for the introductory Alchemy course.

With the introductory Alchemy course concluded, the combat techniques course would naturally begin next.

When Mo Lan first learned that this was a required course, she’d been quite surprised.

Witches had excellent aptitude for Magic, yet the Academy hadn’t neglected the young witches’ combat abilities.

Not only was there a specially compiled textbook called Mo Lan had also spotted training manuals for warriors, archers, and other non-magical professions while copying books in the Second-Year Reading Room.

These were all combat skills that predecessors had screened and deemed suitable as supplementary fighting techniques for witches.

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Not only was there a specially compiled textbook called 《Witch Combat Arts》, but while copying books in the Second-Year Reading Room, Mo Lan had also come across training manuals for warriors, archers, and other non-magical professions.

These were all combat skills that predecessors had screened and deemed suitable as supplementary fighting methods for witches.

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There were no specific technique breakdowns—only training methods and small combat tips.

It was fairly basic, all things considered.

Which was perfectly in line with the Witch Academy’s consistent teaching style.

Mo Lan believed that, setting Mana aside, her close-quarters combat ability shouldn’t be lacking either.

During those first thirteen years when she had nothing else to do, she had consciously trained herself using the combat knowledge from her Earth memories.

She had also kept up with Vasida’s Dietary Fortification Card and Senior Lilith’s Vampire blood fusion spell.

The Dietary Fortification Card comprehensively enhanced strength, endurance, and stamina.

The Vampire blood fusion spell granted Super Speed and rapid healing, boosting her speed and physical recovery.

She had been enhancing herself for over half a year now, and the improvements were substantial.

Combined with the combat abilities she’d inherited from Earth, Mo Lan was quite confident about this combat techniques course.

“Show off my fighting skills, apply to finish the combat course early, and then get back to studying Magic!”

On Monday afternoon, Mo Lan arrived at the combat techniques classroom—Outdoor Training Ground No. 5—with exactly that mindset.

But Lady Amisha shattered her fantasy.

The moment they arrived at the training ground, Lady Amisha confiscated their broomsticks and Wands. “Let’s start with a warm-up!”

With that, she conjured twenty-seven cyan water balls that came chasing right after them.

Any young witch who had taken flying class would never forget those cyan water balls. They were filled with Breadfruit pulp! The original flavor, without a single grain of sugar added.

Just looking at them made one’s teeth ache.

“If one catches you, you have to drink it!” Lady Amisha announced with a sweet smile, her words utterly terrifying.

The young witches hadn’t even figured out what this lesson was supposed to teach before they spun around and bolted—reflexes honed from flying class kicking in.

However, without their broomsticks to fly and dodge quickly, and without their Wands to cast spells and knock the water balls away, they could only rely on their two legs to desperately outrun them.

The water balls were quite the tricksters too.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow—now in relentless pursuit, now drifting along at a leisurely pace.

They kept the young witches running for their lives while never pushing them to the point of despair where they’d turn around and give up.

As long as you were making an effort to dodge, the water balls would occasionally give you a moment to catch your breath.

But if you decided the water balls were just bluffing, they would unhesitatingly splatter right across your face, and you’d be punished with a mouthful of Breadfruit pulp so sour it made you question your existence.

Mo Lan, who had considered herself well-prepared with superior physical fitness, didn’t fare much better than the other young witches.

She wasn’t the only one who had fused with the Vampire Super Speed ability and used the Dietary Fortification Card—she’d simply been a bit wealthier than the others and spent more Mana.

Mo Lan’s Super Speed had now reached Intermediate level, only a step below Senior Lilith herself—the owner of the Bloodthirst Needle—and her running speed was quite fast.

But the water ball chasing her flew faster than the others’ too.

So dodging was no easier for her.

She simply lasted longer than most of the young witches.

One by one, the other young witches ran out of steam, ate their water balls, and were eliminated. Mo Lan was still ducking and weaving, running laps around the entire training ground for who knows how long, until she was on the verge of complete exhaustion. She tripped over a stone on the ground and was too spent to get back up.

The water ball showed no mercy either, splattering right onto her face and squeezing into her mouth.

She lay flat on her back drinking her “sour water” while one figure on the training ground was still running.

Vasida glanced at Mo Lan lying on the ground, face scrunched up as she drank the Breadfruit pulp, and immediately ran even faster!

This was Mo Lan, after all!

When had Mo Lan ever dropped out before her?

Mo Lan couldn’t run anymore, but she still could—hehe~

This burst of joy naturally made her run a bit faster.

Mo Lan watched with genuine admiration. Vasida’s physical fitness had grown even stronger!

This kind of enhancement was something that none of them—who only studied Vasida’s Sorceress Magic—could match.

Amisha sat on her broomstick, watching Vasida being chased by the water ball all over the training ground yet showing no signs of flagging, and rubbed her brow with a headache.

She’d only wanted to test the young witches’ baseline abilities and get them to take physical training seriously—to set the tone for this course. She hadn’t intended to spend an entire class period letting Vasida play a game of chase!

Seeing that Vasida remained as energetic as ever and that any further delay would eat into the lesson plan, Amisha had no choice but to call a halt. “That’s enough!”

Vasida turned to see the terrifying cyan water ball vanish into thin air and let out a huge sigh of relief.

If she’d kept running, her Devouring Stomach would have started crying for food before the class was even over.

It had already begun consuming her stored food energy.

“You sure can run!” Mo Lan said, having finished the Breadfruit pulp water ball and feeling her stamina recover considerably.

Sylph walked over as well. “With that body of hers, Vasida’s practically on par with the Dragons!”

“Oh, not quite, not quite!” Vasida said modestly, though the corners of her mouth—stubbornly trying to curl upward despite her efforts to press them down—gave her away. “You all recovered pretty quickly too!”

“It’s not that we recovered quickly—there’s probably a stamina potion mixed in with the Breadfruit pulp in those water balls,” Mo Lan said.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why she’d made a full recovery right after painfully choking down that liquid.