Kugugugugu! Dust billowed where Witchasha had flown and crashed into the wall. Mei-rin gasped. "Amazing, Kami! You've really been training hard!" Kamibarez smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes! I couldn't keep falling behind the three of you." "Kami." At that moment, Dick, who was staring straight ahead, spoke. "No one here thinks you're falling behind." Everyone turned to look at him, surprised by his unusually serious voice. "You're the type to get too caught up in yourself. Have a little more confidence." "Oh, thank you, Dick!" Simon patted Dick's back affectionately, as if to say 'well done'. Mei-rin, on the other hand, scoffed with a cynical snort. "Conversely, wouldn't it be good if you felt a little more urgency? Always so laid-back~" "Hmph, how could a mere racing dog understand the leisure of a cheetah?" "Hey! Did you just call me a dog?!" Thump. At that moment, Witchasha was seen rising from the swirling dust. He seemed perfectly fine, moving his head and rotating his shoulders. Expecting at least some impact, the four's expressions hardened slightly at his seemingly unharmed state. Dick forced a casual tone. "Hmm, okay. 0.5 Hongpeng acknowledged." "If you don't focus, I'll fold you in half at the waist, you know?" Witchasha closed his eyes and spread his arms. Thick Jet Black flowed out like spiderwebs and unfurled. All four were tense at Witchasha's first use of dark magic, but the unfurled Jet Black didn't fire; instead, it covered Witchasha's body. 'It's here.' The 'Jet Black Robe', the symbol of a Martial Arts major. Unlike the usual transformation into full metal armor, Witchasha's Jet Black Robe took the form of beast fur covering his entire body. Thump. He planted both hands on the ground like a beast, then pushed off with his feet, charging forward with a crackling sound. Boom! Simon, reacting first, stomped his foot hard. The bones scattered from the previous fight floated into the air, their sharp tips pointing forward. <Bone Nail> Shwaaaaaak! The bones flew, propelled by Simon's dark blue magic. Witchasha ran along the wall using his arms and legs to evade the bones, then instantly broke through the wall and charged. The four simultaneously retreated, avoiding his terrifying charge. Witchasha, naturally, lunged at Simon, his target. It was like a giant grizzly bear charging. Snap! Snap! But again, a tension was felt, and his charge stopped. A transparent shadow had already fallen before him, and Dick, Mei-rin, and Kamibarez were holding one end of a net, their Internal Jet Black Operation pushed to the extreme. "......These brats!" "We knew you were aiming for Simon." Dick chuckled, throwing a lit mana lighter. The floor where the three had retreated was soaked in oil. "It'd be a Necromancer's disqualification not to use that, wouldn't it?" But Witchasha's counter was equally formidable. Witchasha switched his Internal Jet Black Operation to Internal Jet Black Differentiation, stomped the ground once, and greatly increased his charge. The three holding the net were dragged in reverse. "Whoa!" Dick barely managed to leap and grab the mana lighter, while the female students tumbled to the ground. Witchasha, having broken through the shield, reached Simon. 'Gate Opening!' Six Overlord blades poured out, but Witchasha easily deflected the attack with his Jet Black Robe and punched Simon's guarded arm. Craaaash! Simon's body was not just pushed back but sent flying dozens of meters, crashing into the wall. 'Ugh! Even with defense......!' At this rate, his claim of fighting Hongpeng didn't seem like an exaggeration. "Hey, commoner! Move it!" Mei-rin gritted her teeth and continuously created ice spears in the air. "Coming!" As Dick touched each spear, the already dark spears turned pitch black like coal. Following Mei-rin's command, the ice spears shot out with a tearing sound, but Witchasha didn't dodge, instead walking steadily towards the fallen Simon. The black spears bounced off his Jet Black Robe the moment they hit. <Exhaust> This time, Kamibarez's hastily prepared curse shot out. Witchasha merely sent his arm back, grabbing and swinging Jet Black. Clang! His ability to generate Jet Black in the form of waves to shatter the curse was truly professional. He was incredibly skilled. 'Heal.' Simon sent his unresponsive right arm behind him, secretly activating divine power to heal it. He quickly finished the emergency treatment and brought his right arm forward again. As soon as he resumed his Internal Jet Black Operation, which had stopped while using divine power, Witchasha charged. 'Focus.' Determination filled Simon's eyes. 'Among my techniques, only Corpse Explosion can reliably damage his Jet Black Robe.' He pulled a zombie from his subspace. The opponent didn't intend to kill him. Whether it was a punch, a kick, or a body slam, as long as he didn't lose consciousness after taking one hit, he could use the zombies to restrain him and detonate Corpse Explosion. Once the Jet Black Robe was dealt with, the remaining three would finish him off. The zombies moved left and right, and Simon stood firm in the center. Witchasha, clad in his Jet Black Robe, charged Simon like an unstoppable tank. 'Please, just don't pass out......!' Simon narrowed his eyes, staring at the fist coming straight for him. Thump! At that moment, the approaching fist stopped, as if by a lie, right in front of Simon's face. "Overdoing it, Special Admission Student No. 1." The eyes of both men widened simultaneously at the sight of the woman smiling, her tongue flicking. Her spiky, long, grayish-brown hair like a hedgehog, ragged clothes, grime and stains everywhere. And the strong smell of dangerous chemicals. "Professor Byulya!" At that cry, the three who were approaching to save Simon also stopped. "B-Byulya?" "That person?" Brrrrr! Witchasha's fist trembled. He was only grabbed by the wrist, but he couldn't move. He immediately swung his free left arm at Byulya. Thwack. Byulya parried that punch with her other arm. With their arms intertwined, Byulya leaned her head forward and spat on Witchasha's face. The moment the green saliva touched Witchasha's face, a terrible sizzling sound erupted, accompanied by an enormous amount of smoke, reminiscent of a steam engine. "A-Aaaargh!" Witchasha clutched his face and recoiled. He continuously let out pained screams. "How's it taste?" Byulya stuck out her tongue and placed her index finger on it. Then, as she scraped her tongue with her finger, pulling it into the air, a sticky, viscous liquid stretched out, forming a reverse arch. "My saliva?" Drops fell from the viscous arch, melting the floor and creating smoke. Witchasha, who had been writhing in agony, finally seemed to calm down, gasping for breath with half his face covered by his palm. "......You filthy woman!" "Oh, that hurts a little." By now, the surrounding Hupa tribesmen were subdued by the swarms of rats and crows she had brought. Simon gasped, forcing a difficult smile. "You came, Professor!" "Take your friends and stay far away." Simon rejoined the three. Mei-rin let out a disgusted laugh. "Spitting? A Kizen professor actually uses such a vulgar attack?" Kamibarez covered her flushed face with both palms. "H-How embarrassing." Indeed, Byulya's attire was a bit provocative for students to see. Like a wild person, she seemed to feel no need to cover her body with proper clothing, roughly tying rags tightly around herself. While it didn't expose vital areas, parts of her skin were visible, and her feminine curves were apparent. 'She's just an exhibitionist!' That was Mei-rin's overall assessment. "Well, it worked out better this way." At that moment, Witchasha's Jet Black began to surge with a terrifying momentum never seen before. "Things got messy, but in the end, we face each other like this. Student kidnapping, traps, putting aside all the bothersome things, in the end, all I had to do was defeat you." "Yeah~ Right. If that were possible, that is." As Byulya provoked him, Witchasha's Jet Black Robe rippled, beginning its second transformation. "I will no longer hold back for capture!" His momentum was completely different from when he was fighting the students. The Jet Black Robe, which had covered him like beast fur, became sharp and spiky, completely enveloping his body without gaps. At the same time, he clenched both fists and swung them upwards. <Martial Arts - Bayonet Charge> The moment his fists moved, Byulya bent at the waist. The wall behind her showed a smooth cross-section, cut as if by a master sword. She looked back at the loudly collapsing building wall and laughed heartily. "That's Hongpeng's technique, isn't it?" "In the art of combat, who owns what!" Witchasha stomped the ground, and Jet Black rose like ripples on water, causing his body to shoot in all directions. This was an upgraded version of 'Jet Black Treading'. Simon and his group distanced themselves further before getting caught in the battle of the two powerhouses. Her eyes moved like a chameleon's. "What a useless trick." Whoosh! Witchasha, moving with afterimages, appeared behind Byulya and threw a straight punch. Each technique was a thorough, no-holds-barred killing blow. "......?!" But suddenly, a high-density smoke rose in the air, pushing Witchasha's body back. As if buried in an inflating balloon, Witchasha was repelled without any resistance. 'What was that? There was no sign of a magic circle or anything!' Just as Witchasha was forced to retreat, a bacterial mass-like object flew towards him faster than he could retreat and exploded right in front of his nose. Boom! "Cough!" His entire body, covered in the explosion, developed bluish pus. It was useless to cover his nose and mouth and protect his skin with the Jet Black Robe. Soon, the pus erupting from his skin burst under the pressure of the Jet Black Robe, causing terrible pain. Yellowish liquid oozed from the gaps in the Jet Black Robe. "Damn it!!" A highly toxic dark magic. Once afflicted, the longer time passed, the more disadvantageous it became. Witchasha closed the distance again and swung his fist, but Byulya easily dodged by merely swaying her upper body as if dancing. "Ugh!" Purple phlegm oozed from Witchasha's groaning lips. His eyes were half-glazed, and his vision spun dizzily. Every time he swung his arm, it felt as if various diseases erupting from Byulya's body were piercing him. Unable to endure any longer, Witchasha abandoned his offensive and retreated. "......This coward! What kind of trick are you playing?!" "Coward?" Byulya raised her hand to cover her forehead and eyes, then leaned back, shrugging her shoulders, and cackled. Her witch-like laughter sent shivers down everyone's spines. Every time she shook with laughter, various colorful grains of sand fell from her body, rolling on the floor. Simon's eyes widened. '......Sweat?' "Ah, so funny." She brushed her forehead, hidden by her bangs, and the beads fell like dust in the wind. Witchasha dared not approach, and Simon and his companions took another step back. Their bodies reacted with extreme repulsion. They knew instinctively. That was an extremely dangerous substance. "You don't know, do you?" Byulya said, looking at the hesitant Witchasha. "How to deal with me." "......!" "Standardized patterns are a sin. They're boring. It's a method of just clashing and hoping for the opponent's mistakes or miscalculations. This means the person with more information and preparation about the opponent wins. What fun is that kind of fight?" Byulya's head turned towards the students. "This is your first lecture. Necromancers must be different. You must launch attacks that your opponent can't even imagine to hit them. That's how you become 'bizarre'. What's wrong with being a little bizarre? A winning eccentric is better than a losing corpse, aren't they?" "Ugh!" Witchasha wrapped his body even tighter in his Jet Black Robe and charged. "On the other hand, look at him." Byulya easily dodged the violently charging punch by merely twisting her waist, and the corners of her lips curled up. "Punching. Kicking. Grappling. Just techniques anyone can do if they're born with two hands and two feet, and thus, techniques anyone can predict. At least Hongpeng adds variations, but he's too honest." She ducked under a thrown punch and brought her index finger to Witchasha's side. "It's always these types who complain about 'cowardice' and then." Shwaaaak! As if lighting a match, the Jet Black Robe tore along the path of her index finger, and a purplish liquid seeped into his skin. "Aaaargh!!" "Justify their lack of individuality." Even in pain, Witchasha threw a punch, but suddenly the ground he was standing on with his left foot melted and sloped, twisting the direction of his punch. This time, he spread his arms and charged to grab her, but her body transformed into a poisonous mist and vanished, reappearing behind Witchasha. "Gah!" Witchasha saw her raise her right arm straight forward and immediately crossed his arms in a defensive posture, but it wasn't the front; the grains of sand on the floor shot upwards and exploded. Boom! Finally, Witchasha dropped to one knee, blue liquid streaming from his eyes, nose, and mouth. "This is." She gave a captivating smile and placed a hand on her hip. "A true Necromancer's fight."
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