534 Chapter 534: Demise of a Legend (2/2)

”My Crimson Blood Demonic Night magic is the concept of 'being skewered by spears.' That's why…”

Even as Teresa Taylor rose to her feet, she was suddenly brought low again by a dozen more spikes bursting from within her body.

”As long as you remain inside my Eternal Blood Fortress, you cannot escape my Crimson Blood spells!”

Fan Fu Qing raised a hand, and all of a sudden, an onslaught of blood spears lanced from the ground and pierced Teresa Taylor's entire body, bypassing even her formidable holy halo and wings. The holy flames demolished the blood spears with a vengeance, but the damage had already been done. Teresa Taylor was held aloft by the blood stakes that cruelly spiked out of the earth.

”Well, let's end this.”

Teresa Taylor raised her head helplessly as Fan Fu Qing approached. With a smirk, the king of the Crimson Blood Demonic Night clan raised his hand triumphantly and shouted.

”The White Witch of Flandor!”

At his command, thousands of blood spikes burst out of the ground and flew into the air before arcing downward in the heavens to rain down on the hapless headmistress.

For a moment, the light turned into shadow as the numerous blood spears blotted out the sky, obscuring whatever sunlight that was being cast on Teresa Taylor's position. Hurtling down mercilessly, they sought to tear the White Witch into shreds.

But Teresa Taylor wasn't done yet.

”Heavenly Cremation, Flames of Purgatory.”

Raising her head ever so slightly, the headmistress of Saint Teresa Academy whispered an incantation.

In an instant, the shadows vanished, replaced by a blinding conflagration that was as bright as the sun itself. The inferno not only razed all the blood spikes impaling Teresa Taylor, it incinerated the incoming hail of blood spears, rendering them into ash. The flames were so huge they literally consumed almost half of the courtyard, melting concrete into slag and turning trees and grass into soot.

Fan Fu Qing watched, frustrated, as his burning spears fell around him like comets, sparks flying off as they harmlessly struck the ground. He gritted his teeth, his lips quivering with rage, as he watched his immense attack reduced to flames in just one spell from Teresa Taylor.

In the center of the holy inferno, Teresa Taylor swung her sword and extinguished the flames with that single movement, the bloody projectiles falling harmlessly as they evaporated from the sheer heat. Standing up straight, almost as if she was unscathed, she gave the vampire king a cold glare.

However, Fan Fu Qing's frustration did not last long. His lips curled into a smile and he smirked.

”Interesting.”

Not done yet, he raised his hand and conjured another wave of blood spears. Thousands upon thousands of them twisted and snaked through the heavens, trying to rain down on the evading Teresa Taylor. She seemed to have realized that even her vaunted holy halo and wings were no longer proof against the formidable barrage. The spears slammed into the ground, embedding themselves deeply into molten or solid concrete, trying to seek out the White Witch, whose agility belied her age. Soaring across the courtyard, she swerved upward to dodge a persistent onslaught of blood spears, but they suddenly switched direction and followed her doggedly, even as she escaped them.

Those spears that she could not evade, due to the sheer number of them, she swatted away with her sword, which immolated the offending projectiles. Still, a stray spear or two managed to graze her cheek, drawing blood.

Falling from the skies, Teresa Taylor landed on the ground. At that moment, Fan Fu Qing grinned.

”From below!”

Blood spears impaled Teresa Taylor's foot, pinning her to the ground and causing the White Witch to wheeze in pain. Dropping to the ground, the ex-Paladin incinerated the blood spears, but Fan Fu Qing crowed as she threw up her hand.

”Too slow! From above!”

Teresa Taylor just barely managed to burn away the blood spikes in time to roll away, the hail of crimson spears falling upon her former position and puncturing the ground where she had been. Getting to her feet, Teresa Taylor took a deep breath and conjured a ball of holy fire with her free left hand. Looking like miniature white suns, the fireballs streaked across the space between the two old adversaries, but Fan Fu Qing calmly raised his hand.

”Oh, Bloody Wall!”

A wall of blood rose, a crimson fortress that sprang between the two mages to block the cascading fireballs. The fiery projectiles detonated against the bloody wall, razing it to the ground, but at the same time the majority of them dissipated harmlessly in the explosion. A single fireball managed to get through, but Fan Fu Qing raised his spear to cut it in half.

As he did so, Teresa Taylor sprang from the billowing smoke, twisting in midair to land behind Fan Fu Qing. For the first time, flames sparked to life on the tip of her sword. Fan Fu Qing spun around, his eyes narrowing when he recognized the threat. Blood barriers sprung up protectively, filling the space between the two foes.

”Her Angelic Descent and holy magic, huh?”

He was right. Teresa Taylor condensed her holy mana to the tip of her sword for a final attack.

”Angelic Descent. Wrath of God. Deliverance of the Apocalypse.”

And just like that, everything vanished in a blinding light.

When the light cleared, all that remained of Fan Fu Qing was a charred skeleton that slowly crumbled away into ashes. Teresa Taylor turned away from her vanquished foe, but her rage continued to simmer underneath. Yes, she had defeated Fan Fu Qing, but that didn't mean her dead staff and students would return to life.

”You…!”

You Shou was yelling, but he managed to turn around and order the remaining elders of the Crimson Blood Demonic Night Clan to flee. They were wise enough not to attempt vengeance.

”Retreat! His majesty has perished! Scatter and escape! Make sure that his highness is safe!”

Obeying You Shou immediately, the elders split up and sprinted in different directions. However, Teresa Taylor eyed them, her sword still drawn threateningly.

”None of you are getting away alive.”

Then the video ended.

Leaning back in my chair, I couldn't help but shake my head, at a total loss for words. Apparently, a student had recorded the entirety of Teresa Taylor's fight with Fan Fu Qing and uploaded it online. That was why I was watching it.

Well…at least I was treated to one hell of a fight scene…

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