Chapter 342

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Chapter 342: Arivia Huaiert

"I didn’t expect the movie to have such a plot, it’s different from what I initially imagined."

"Yes, I thought it would be a love story… I was deceived by ‘Low Score Girl’."

"Why do they have to solve mysteries when there are obviously magical powers involved?"

"No, no, no. In the end, why is that junior from decades ago?"

"The plot of killing oneself is really… wow, watching that bowl of bone soup gave me goosebumps."

"It’s really scary how obsessed she is."

Michelle and Alena were enthusiastically discussing the plot of the recently released movie.

They started talking as soon as they left the movie theater because it was so exciting, and couldn’t resist watching it again.

By the time they came out, it was already evening. They had dinner outside and hurried back to the school before it got too dark.

Alena walked back to the college and interrupted the conversation, saying, "I have to hurry back before I get exposed to the crimson moonlight."

The golden light of the golden tree somewhat weakened the influence of the crimson moonlight, but for the blood descendants, the moonlight at night was still a kind of secret poison.

Michelle, on the other hand, felt quite cheerful. As a descendant of witches, she also needed to avoid the influence of the crimson moonlight. However, with the protection of the Golden Engraving and the golden tree, the impact of the Scarlet Curse on her was weakened to the point where it could be almost completely ignored.

The academy under the crimson moon was incredibly quiet, with hardly any students or professors walking around. Most people intentionally avoided being there.

She returned to the girls’ dormitory, but instead of going straight up, she stayed and took a walk in the nearby shady grove, staying alone to digest her emotions.

Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine.

Michelle turned abruptly and saw a streak of black light zooming through the air towards her. As a reflex, she crouched down, and the hood of her sweatshirt was instantly pierced by the dark light.

"What kind of person is this!" she scolded, as a golden light shimmered behind her, illuminating the path with the Golden Engraving.

She saw a person standing in the grass, wearing a black sweatshirt and a hat, with indistinct facial features.

The figure in the black hoodie, as seen from its silhouette, was clearly that of a woman. She held two pebbles in her hands, and with a gentle toss, they turned into dark streaks, hitting the trees and leaving behind fist-sized indentations. If they had struck a human body, it would have caused significant injury, if not death.

Michelle wrapped the golden magic around her arm, and her Blood Rush power instantly activated at the first stage. Her speed suddenly shot up, and she charged towards her opponent.

She had been getting closer, but suddenly she stumbled and lost her balance, crashing to the ground. The momentum carried her as she tumbled over several times.

The branches and vines on the ground formed ropes that tripped her up.

After falling, Michelle was immediately met with a series of attacks. It wasn’t a large-scale spell, but rather a small-scale one with focused destructive power. However, she was physically robust at the moment and not afraid of these minor injuries. She quickly grabbed a nearby lamppost by the roadside, kicked it off and wielded it with a swift sweep. The trees and branches that obstructed her vision were cleared in an instant. Her black hoodie revealed her figure as she leapt up and skillfully balanced herself on the lamppost, moving as gracefully as a cat.

"You…," Michelle gritted her teeth, feeling a fiery rage building up in her chest. Flames erupted as she declared, "Reveal yourself!"

With the power of Blood Rush and the Golden Engraving, the Dragon’s Fire Breath transformed into a furious display of shimmering red and gold.

The small grove instantly lit up with flames, and the person in the black hoodie was scratched. Landing gracefully, her hood fell off, revealing short gray hair. The red moonlight scattered, no longer hidden. A red glow gathered on her body, only to be dispersed by a golden shimmer the next moment. The radiance emanated from a bone pendant on her chest.

Although her hat was knocked off, her face didn’t reveal itself. She was not a tall girl, standing at around 165 centimeters, far from Judy’s supermodel figure. In fact, she was even shorter than Michelle. Her features were hidden in the shadows, cast by the brim of a duckbill cap resting on her head.

The woman assumed a defensive stance and beckoned Michelle with a crook of her finger, signaling her to come forward.

Michelle was already very annoyed by the sudden attack. How dare they provoke her?

She had wondered if they were students from another school or just someone who enjoyed hunting, with the desire to challenge her.

She had always avoided such things, trying to hide whenever possible, believing that it was better to have fewer troubles than more.

So in the past few weeks, she had been declining all training match invitations, even if others called her timid and afraid, she paid no attention to it at all.

Because, this was the truth.

How could a delicate girl possibly enjoy fighting? She wasn’t a traditional Dragonborn in the sense of being aggressive, reckless, and having an insatiable thirst for battles.

It was a pitiful sight. Her wish, until the age of ten, was to become a good wife and mother like her own mother, until she witnessed her father and mother fighting in bed, with one losing the battle and gasping for breath. It was in that scene that she abandoned this unrealistic idea.

Dragonborn is Dragonborn. They always possess a strong and competitive nature, whether it be on the battlefield or in the realm of love.

But how could she bear it when suddenly attacked like that?

Let’s fight if we must!

Her good mood was ruined, but in a state of Blood Rush, her fighting spirit soared, and she charged forward to engage in a fierce brawl, throwing punches.

Most mages are theorists, while Dragonborns prefer close combat. Michelle has endured her fair share of beatings in the past, but she lacks practical experience in battles.

She relies more on overpowering others, using unconventional tactics, and revealing more hidden cards to unleash greater strength. There is less scheming and more straightforwardness. With high attack, defense, and damage, every strike she makes is bound to be a critical hit, so naturally, she wins easily.

Now charging forward and engaging the attacker in close combat was a strategy that played on her weaknesses against the opponent’s strengths.

Michelle quickly realized, after less than three rounds of combat, that she was completely outmatched. All she knew was basic military boxing, which was no match for her opponent.

After being thrown seven or eight times in a row, Michelle was still determined. She charged forward once again, like a fierce bear.

But, do you think she’s silly?

Well, not exactly.

Before being thrown out, she grabbed the opponent’s wrist, then twisted her body in mid-air, flipped and landed. Afterward, she grabbed the collar and delivered a powerful headbutt.

Their heads collided with a crisp sound, as if two big pots clashing together. The duckbill cap flew off into the air.

The woman in the hoodie stumbled back from the impact, holding her forehead and gasping, "Ouch…"

She took a breath of cold air and said, "It hurts a little… Hasn’t your teacher ever taught you not to fight?"

Michelle leaned against the tree trunk, struggling to support herself, and said with annoyance, "I don’t know how to fight!"

"If you do that, you should learn to be careful. Using too much force can hurt the other person as well as yourself."

"You still have the audacity to speak, when you initially attacked me from behind… Let me see, who exactly do you think you are." Michelle looked at the person’s face, wanting to clearly see who this person was, but as she lifted her eyes, her expression instantly changed to shock, her pupils contracted. "You, you, you…"

The woman with gray hair bent down and picked up the baseball cap, dusting it off. She patted away the dust and asked, "Do you recognize it?"

Michelle had a somewhat surreal feeling. "Arivia Huaiert… I, I have been collecting your posters."

"I never expected that you would be my fan."

Michelle had just watched a movie in the afternoon, and in an instant, she recognized it. Even her outfit seemed like it was lifted right out of a scene from the movie.

"Is it really you?!"

"It’s me, but you have to speak more quietly…" Arivia approached, grabbing Michelle’s hand. "Let’s find a different place to talk."

"Wait." Michelle hesitated, her face displaying worry. "You’re not going to fight again, are you? I’m afraid of getting hurt. Um, let’s not fight anymore, okay?"

Arivia smiled and said, "No more fighting. I have already tested your skill and made a rough judgment. Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a milk tea as an apology."

Michelle complained, "You almost sent me to the hospital."

"How could that be? You defeated the skilled fighters of the Ming Country, Arivia!" exclaimed Arivia cheerfully. "With your Golden Engraving and Dragon Blood Secret technique, and even mastering spatial magic, these little tricks won’t stand a chance against you."

Michelle suddenly stopped in her tracks, pulling her hand away and looking wary.

Arivia asked, "What’s the matter?"

"The Golden Engraving is not hard to understand, but… where did you learn about the Dragon Blood Secret technique?" Michelle had never mentioned the Dragon Blood Secret technique to anyone, except the perceptive Earth Dragon Monk, who could recognize if she was using a special form of Dragon Blood Secret technique rather than the traditional Dragon Blood Combative Qi. "And moreover, when I used my final move, could you tell that it was spatial magic and not an empowering technique?"

Michelle warily replied, "You are not Arivia."

"I am, do you need me to prove it?"

"Even if you are, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I’m sorry, but I need to go back to my dormitory."

Michelle had a bad feeling. The other person seemed to want to uncover her secrets. She valued her secrets more than the chance to meet the famous star alone. She wouldn’t easily let herself be tempted by beauty and betray Mr. Devil.

When beauty appears, it often means that they want to test the worth of your sincerity and conscience. That’s how it’s shown in movies… It’s just that Michelle never expected that one day she would also have to face this kind of test.

"You cannot go," he said firmly.

After Michelle took a few steps away, Arivia suddenly spoke, "I did come to find you to investigate some things, so I would like to bother you for a moment, and until everything is explained, you cannot go back."

Michelle countered, "But you’re neither from the Knights Order nor the police station, so I don’t have any obligation to cooperate, do I?"

Arivia raised her hand and picked up a stick. She tossed it towards the ground and the stick pierced into the earth. In an instant, the grassy field shattered into pieces.

"Do you remember?" she asked.

Michelle shook her head.

"This move is called Spiral Arrow," Arivia explained. "Only those who have reached the Holy Domain can master spatial magic, and Spiral Arrow is one of the very few spells that can manipulate space before reaching the Holy Domain. It is kept secret and never shared due to its extreme danger. It has been passed down through generations within our lineage and has never been learned by outsiders."

"You may have the blood of a witch, but you are not one of us, the ‘Black Rose’."

Michelle was still amazed by the voice of the superstar. It sounded just as cheerful as on the screen, but it sent shivers down her spine.

"Miss Michelle Hope… can I please ask you, how did you learn it?"