Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne is not slow.

The physical cultivator's speed advantage was obvious at this moment, but the distance between him and the three witches was constantly shrinking.

After all, the opponent had a witch at the early stage of the fifth rank, and the difference in their realms was incomparable to his.

Just then, Salia noticed that some transparent water mist was constantly floating out from behind Wayne, disturbing them.

Hilda said, "It's just a trifle."

Tiffany, however, said, "Be careful, hold your breath."

The two women did as instructed.

The group chased after them.

As they drew closer, Hilda flung out black slime, which transformed into a giant net—her innate ability to conjure slime-like objects for fighting, escaping, or trapping enemies.

Wayne dodged to the side, the giant net grazing his back and missing its mark, the slime splattering onto the tree trunks by the roadside, making a sizzling sound.

The net missed, but it did slow Wayne down by a beat.

Hilda shouted.

"Sister Sha, aren't you going to use your power?"

Salia's gaze was fixed on the figure in front of her, and she replied in a deep voice, "The distance is not enough; I cannot use it."

Just then, Tiffany's expression changed.

She realized something was wrong.

Those water droplets.

It's not ordinary water mist.

There's an aphrodisiac in that mist!

Their breathing became rapid, and a warm, tingling sensation crept up their spines. They were starting to feel...

Tiffany's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage: "...You lecher! No wonder the Vatican ordered your execution!"

Wayne did not turn around, nor did he offer any explanation.

Ahead lay a precipice.

He stopped abruptly at the edge of the cliff, his foot breaking several loose rocks. The rubble rolled down and the sound of it hitting the ground came several breaths later.

Below was a deep valley, so deep that it was impossible to see the bottom. Even if Wayne was a fourth-level body cultivator, he would be crippled if he jumped down.

Wayne turned around to face the three people who had caught up with him.

The three witches stopped about ten steps away from him. However, something seemed off about them; coincidentally, all three had flushed faces.

Tiffany suppressed the surging energy within her, her eyes filled with murderous intent, her voice slightly hoarse: "You think you can escape like this?"

Wayne stood on the edge of the cliff, the night wind blowing his clothes.

He said calmly, "We are not enemies."

Hilda gritted her teeth and spat, "Pah! Not enemies? You used such despicable means to ambush us, and you still say you're not enemies?"

Wayne looked at her, his tone still calm: "If I really wanted to harm you, what I was taking a walk with just now wouldn't have been just aphrodisiacs."

Hilda took a little of it to heart.

She thought to herself.

That makes sense. If he had just wanted to harm us, wouldn't it have been more effective to use some poison?

Could he be a good person?

Salia wouldn't think that way.

Without hesitation, she immediately activated her ability.

Fifty times the force of gravity!

Caught off guard, Wayne fell to the ground on all fours.

However, he stood up to Salia's surprised gaze.

Salia's pupils contracted slightly.

Her talent is gravity control, but below the fifth rank, no one can withstand fifty times the gravity when suddenly attacked. Wayne, as a fourth-rank being, is far more powerful than she expected.

"you……"

The other two also moved instantly at the same time.

However, Wayne did not give them any chance to activate their abilities. He stood there and simply said one sentence.

"Water magic, Superb Wave Form, released."

Instantly, the mist in the air shimmered with tiny lights, like countless tiny stars suspended in the night.

The healing power of water magic was fully unleashed at this moment, but this was not healing in the conventional sense; rather, it was a surge of life force.

The water magic in its mist form was only experienced once by Tilulu, who was hiding in the mist at the time, and it was a water-damaged version. Since then, Vayne has repeatedly deduced and combined it with his understanding of the water element, changing the original passive form into an active form that is adapted to the battlefield.

The three women knelt down at the same time.

three minutes.

The water magic held them captive for a full three minutes, during which not a single one of them was able to stand up.

Within this mist were various potions prepared by Wayne, which completely shattered their will to fight.

The panel unfolded before Wayne's eyes.

[Analysis of the Superb Water Mist Magic]

[Method: Activate the passive healing ability of water magic through special drugs; enhance healing efficacy through water mist; and completely incapacitate the target through a large dose of water magic and anti-magic potions.]

[Note: You are the first person in the kingdom to develop such an unconventional fighting style. At this moment, the three of them completely forgot their original purpose. In their respective perceptions, it was the goddess herself who descended to earth, carrying them through the clouds, and rushing straight...]

[Note 2: Now, under the influence of your water magic, it has begun to drizzle. This drizzle comes at just the right time, because rainwater can wash away all traces—people, the ground, and clothes.]

Wayne stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the three witches slumped on the ground. He didn't speak, nor did he approach. He stood there quietly, waiting for their eyes to gradually regain their clarity from the daze.

After waiting for a moment.

Tiffany was the first to come to her senses.

She blinked and found herself slumped on the ground in an extremely undignified posture, her back against a moss-covered stone, her dress completely open.

Then she sat up abruptly, looked down at her hands, and then at Wayne standing not far away.

Wayne remained standing in the same spot, without moving.

He saw Tiffany raise her head and simply ask calmly, "Awake?"

Tiffany opened her mouth, wanting to say something harsh to save face, but found that she couldn't even squeeze out a trace of magic from her body. She bit her lip, turned her head away, and didn't say anything more.

Soon after, Salia and Hilda also regained their senses. When they sat up from the ground, their expressions were exactly the same—first bewilderment, then shame and indignation, and finally alertness.

Tiffany took a deep breath, pushed herself up from the ground, her legs still a little weak, but she struggled to stand upright. Then she looked at Wayne, the hostility and murderous intent in her tone largely gone, replaced by a complex emotion: "What...what did you just do to us?"

Wayne looked at her.

"I just wanted to let you calm down."

Tiffany fell silent. Her face flushed slightly. Of course, she knew what it was. She had seen it all in her life, but what she had felt in those few minutes was indeed a blessing from a goddess she had never experienced before.

"...Why don't you kill us?"

Wayne looked at her: "Because you are merely knives being coerced, not the hands wielding them. There's no point in me killing you. If I kill you, your sisters will be executed anyway. If I keep you alive, things might be different."

Hilda asked in confusion.

"Do you know who we are?"