Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 130 Painful Girl

The gods who descended changed everything.

They generously imparted knowledge to humankind and generously shared their powerful bloodlines. From then on, humanity gradually grew stronger, rising from the lowest levels to the point where they now dominate the continent.

The orcs were forced into exile in the polar wilderness, the elves mostly migrated to the depths of the forests, the gnomes and goblins hid underground, and the dwarves mostly moved to the hilly areas. The giants were almost wiped out, with only a very small number remaining to serve the Northwind Empire.

Humans occupying the most fertile lands naturally aroused jealousy and malice from other races. Knowing they were no match for humans, the dwarves and goblins chose to submit, becoming blacksmiths and working in finance and service industries. The elves guarded their forests fiercely, severing all contact with humans and living a secluded life. Only the orcs constantly coveted and desired human territory.

This led to conflict that raged for epochs. Whenever a human border nation declined, the Orcish Alliance would inevitably invade southward, slaughtering their way through and causing countless deaths and destruction.

The human nations' counterattack was equally fierce, and it would help the orcs solve their overpopulation problem in one fell swoop.

Many tribes with cannibalistic traditions were targeted and hunted down by the strong, who relentlessly pursued them until they gradually disappeared.

Nowadays, in the eyes of the countries on the continent, the Orcish Horde Alliance is a minor ailment, not worth worrying about. Its strength is not even as great as any of the human kingdoms on the border. The main reason for letting it go is still self-interest.

The northern lands are barren, with low grain yields and harsh living conditions. Forcibly taking them over would be pointless as no one would live there. It would be better to let the border nobles slowly nibble away at them.

Furthermore, the relatively docile herbivorous orcs make excellent laborers. They are well-suited for heavy physical labor and dangerous tasks. Many lords prefer to use kobolds as miners, minotaurs for plowing, or actively breed more easily controlled subhuman races.

The blood feud between the two sides faded with the passage of time and the complete victory of humanity.

In this day and age, people unfamiliar with history do not think that orcs are cruel and bloodthirsty; on the contrary, they think they are hardworking, gentle, and simple.

Orcs living in human kingdoms have almost lost their wild nature through generations of domestication.

Any orc who dared to harm or disobey was killed, leaving only orcs who groveled for food to reproduce.

Relying on the blood and sweat of orc slaves, the noble lords of the interior could live even more extravagant lives while reducing their exploitation of their people. The noble lords of the borderlands, however, dared not use orc slaves on a large scale, because their proximity to the northern continent meant that slaves could easily escape or be incited, becoming a hidden danger filled with vengeful intent…

"Xiao An, I can lend you my men temporarily!"

With the four little girls expressing their support, the problem of manpower shortage was immediately solved.

"Making more friends is quite useful," Tai'an thought to himself.

Beer Max Tavern.

Located outside the North Third Ring Road of the capital, this three-story building has a signboard that flashes with magical light at the entrance. It operates both a tavern and a hostel, and is popular with guests for its affordable prices.

In a guest room on the third floor, Tiniham sat cross-legged on the bed.

The clamor broke through the second-floor partition, echoing throughout the room, even causing the floor to tremble slightly. This showed just how lively the tavern downstairs was.

The fall of the decadent aristocracy is indeed something to celebrate, and people's excitement is understandable.

It would never be this noisy under normal circumstances, otherwise the owner's hostel business would be completely impossible to operate.

Tiniham didn't set up a soundproof barrier. An overly quiet environment only made it harder for his mind to find peace. He chose this place not for its cheapness or seclusion, but because he longed for the warmth of human connection to fill his lonely heart.

The Hundred Flowers Swordsman recalled the battle that afternoon.

The succubus guard possessed by the Painful Girl is unpredictable and extremely difficult to deal with; a mere combatant would have no chance against her.

The most troublesome thing about the opponent is their near-realistic illusions, which can even deceive the five senses. They are mixed with real attacks, making it impossible to distinguish and impossible to defend against.

A flurry of whips swept in.

The moment Tinyham's mental perception detected the real attack, he instinctively and decisively dodged it.

For a combatant, it would be difficult to tell the difference; for a spellcaster, it would be too late to dodge...

A moment's hesitation, and you'll be caught in the familiar, agonizing rhythm of the girl's whipping. Your body will lose its ability to resist due to the pain, and your mental strength will be severely affected, rendering you unable to cast spells. Until you are utterly defeated or become her puppet.

"Feel the pain!"

The long whip lashed out, its end producing a supersonic boom.

Tinyham seized the opportunity to thrust his sword, but missed.

The tall and strong woman was just an illusion!

Her true form is a petite woman who is less than 1.6 meters tall. Compared to her bulky figure, she possesses extreme agility.

The long whip's attack was like a continuous, surging wave.

Tinyham either blocked or dodged. Although his opponent's attacks were unpredictable, his defense was impeccable.

After all, he was a veteran of countless battles in the arena, and his combat experience and skills were undoubtedly at the top level among human warriors.

Shattered Grip!

A rocky hand emerged from the earth, attempting to grasp the petite woman.

Her movements were as graceful as a butterfly, her trajectory unpredictable.

One after another, the rocky hands missed their mark.

Earthly bondage!

Tinyham used a restrictive spell again, doubling the gravity of the ground within a certain area.

However, it seems to have had no effect at all.

The girl, despite her suffering, remained as agile as ever, prompting her to tsk-tsk with great interest.

"You are proficient in both magic and martial arts! Your combat skills are also excellent. You are indeed a rare talent, and your value as an enslaver is even greater."

Tinyham held his sword level, staring intently at his opponent, his mind as firm as a rock, unmoved by words or external stimuli. A powerful opponent only fueled his fighting spirit.

A series of buffing spells shone on his body, boosting his strength to a whole new level.

Sensing the threat, the girl with the pain dropped her relaxed expression, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

Before Tiniham could launch an attack, he swung his long whip with all his might.

The three layers of diamond-shaped shields shattered in succession, and the whip's momentum slowed slightly.

Tiniham narrowly dodged to the side, unleashing a surge of silver flames.

The girl in pain also used a mental shield to defend herself.

The battle aura of breaking through magic was unstoppable, burning with spiritual power, easily tearing through the opponent's defense.

The planned dodge was momentarily delayed by the disruption. As a result, by the time the sword reacted, it had already pierced the heart mercilessly, causing a fatal penetrating wound.

"Very good! You're very good..." The suffering girl coughed up blood, then retreated with a bitter laugh.

Victory or defeat, life or death, often hinges on a single thought. A battle-hardened warrior will not let any opportunity for victory slip by.

"You've only killed one of my incarnated bodies, don't be too smug. From now on, I..."

Before the tormented girl could finish her threats, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman ruthlessly swung his sword and beheaded her.

(End of this chapter)