Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 1161 - 165: Battle on the Training Ground (Part 2)

In the face of this situation, Tilan first quickly scanned the battlefield information, then dragged the injured gunner to a safe corner to treat his injuries, and then picked up the gun next to her and swiftly launched an attack from the flank.

At this moment, three opponents had already regrouped and began exchanging information.

The battle quickly erupted as Tilan advanced, and the recovered burly man picked up the Fire God Cannon again, aiming it at her position and firing.

Tilan could block and intercept a few shots with the Sword Blade Barrier, but seeing the opponent's massive magazine, she decided to dodge first, so she temporarily phased and launched a raid into the complex indoor area, where she encountered another ambusher, the opposing captain.

This captain, wearing dark gold goggles, was not tall, but had extremely rich combat experience. Even Tilan couldn't solve him in mere seconds, and in these short ten-plus seconds, the nimble cat-like woman from before reappeared.

The two began to cooperate, with the cat-like woman transforming into a sharp blade, engaging in close combat, while the captain supported from the rear with a gun. The goggles he wore seemed to have anti-cloaking functionality, enabling him to lock onto Tilan even when she phased, continuously using bullets to indicate her position to the woman.

Unlike before, the woman named 'Lian' now wielded a different pair of purple daggers. This weapon could still harm an opponent in a wraith-like state, although its physical cutting ability was inferior to the previous weapon.

After an exchange of blows, Tilan swung her sword horizontally in front, deflecting the incoming bullets, then leaped several meters back, avoiding the woman attacking from the side.

It seems the opponent had specifically devised a tactic against her, Tilan thought at that moment.

However, she knew far more than what she had shown. If she truly unleashed her Authority, the two opponents would likely be frozen into ice crystals upon contact. If she used abilities related to the Songstress, she could directly apply mental pressure, rendering the two unable to fight.

But this was just a confrontational match during the new recruits' training period, no need to go to such lengths. Besides, this was indeed an opportunity to test her abilities in practical combat across various aspects.

With that thought, Tilan decided to abandon the Light Saber, phase her form, and soar straight into the sky. At such a height, it would be difficult for the opponent to pursue, and even if they shot, they would struggle to hit a fast-flying girl.

In the sky, Tilan reappeared, contemplating the spell abilities she hadn't used in a long time, and began to chant.

Colorless gales gathered from all directions, then suddenly transformed into black swirling clouds, continuously converging into the palm of her upraised hand. At this time, the woman below launched another surprise approach.

"Withering Secret Technique·Silence Curtain."

The black mist billowed and spread from her palm, engulfing the sky within seconds, then continued to extend downward, filling every corner of the battlefield. This black fog had the effect of excluding sound, detecting fluctuations, and obstructing vision.

At this moment, the opponents, who originally had the advantage in numbers, immediately turned into isolated islands, becoming restless and anxious in the absence of sight. In the darkness, several golden spikes flashed, followed by the sound of bodies falling.

Nearly half a minute after the black fog covered the area, the three opponents fell in succession.

When the instructor announced the end, the black fog dispersed, and the three saw each other's conditions. They were each pierced by golden spikes and pinned in various corners of the battlefield. These golden spikes were exceptionally sharp and hard, seemingly composed of some energy, solidifying upon penetration and sprouting barbs, embedding deep in their flesh, hindering self-healing and the flow of Magic Power.

"Original Secret Method·Divine Prohibition Needle Stab."

This was a spell Tilan learned from the Cult, with the advantage of being applicable to any Sequence and suitable for various situations.

Sometimes she would think about whether she relied too much on swordsmanship. She had actually learned many other things in daily life but never had the chance to demonstrate them.

Knowing too much isn't always a good thing, as it can even create a certain dilemma of choice.

After the fight ended, Tilan returned to the rest area and changed into a light military uniform. This outfit was not the rubber-textured training suit but rather comfortably stitched fabric; the upper part was a fitted deep green shirt, the lower part paired with a short skirt and long boots for ease of movement. She looked quite heroic, though due to her petite build, she appeared somewhat cute among the group of trainee soldiers.

"Wow, Hecate is amazing, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, toppling the opponents by herself." After the end, Noah clapped in admiration, while others also smiled and congratulated her.

Although initially, everyone thought a girl like Tilan didn't look like she came to enlist, somewhat underestimating her, they quickly discovered through training that despite her seemingly delicate appearance, she far exceeded ordinary people in both combat and training, even surpassing some cadets from military academies.

"No wonder your family is comfortable letting you come," Maggie commented.

The new recruits' training period was only two weeks, merely enough time for those with a background to familiarize themselves with the current environment. After completing the new recruits' training, each person would then be officially assigned to various positions.

"Chika."

"Present!"

"Eighth Fleet 'Fire Lizard Squadron' S2296 Cruiser, Gun Maintenance Officer."

"Kulun."

"Present!"

"Eighth Fleet 'Xue Kali Squadron' X72181 Destroyer, Ship Fire Control Officer."

"Xue Ka."

"Present!"

"Eighth Fleet 'Nuo Lanqi Squadron' N492 Battleship, Mech Repairer."

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"Maggie."

"Present!"

"Eighth Fleet, the 837th Mecha Practical Combat Camp, Sixth Rank Mech Pilot."