Chapter 66: What a nice set of teeth

As comrades who fought side by side, how could they turn on each other?

“I’m giving you three minutes to prepare. When time’s up, you must fight, or… little Rose, you know what happens when you upset me.”

Pride’s gaze locked on Rose, who ground her teeth audibly.

The faint sound didn’t escape Pride’s ears. She teased, “Nice teeth. Must eat fast, huh?”

“…”

Rose seethed, hating Pride even more. Even her gritted teeth were mocked.

Damn it (〃＞皿＜)!

In those three minutes, the four were at a loss.

Defying Pride? They didn’t know what would happen.

But fighting their own? They couldn’t do it.

The three minutes passed quickly in their anxious indecision.

Seeing no action, Pride sighed and took matters into her own hands.

“Since you won’t fight, I’ll have to do the work myself.”

Pride pointed her baton at Rose, who instantly felt her body stiffen, losing control.

“Get away!”

Rose shouted at the rookies as her body moved swiftly against her will.

She closed in on Iris, landing a spinning elbow to her face, causing brief dizziness.

Iris instinctively raised her parasol to shield herself.

Bang bang bang!

After the elbow, Rose fired three shots at Iris’s chest. Iris’s quick reflex saved her life.

Blocking the shots, Iris pulled back to create distance.

Though Rose wielded a gun, she excelled not only in shooting but also in close combat.

Blending both, she mastered the art of gun-fu.

“Damn it, I’m being controlled! Stay away!”

Rose’s body moved fast, relentlessly attacking Iris.

On the other side, Jasmine’s body also went rogue, charging at Pansy.

The battle began under Pride’s control.

Rookies were rookies. Facing veteran magical girls, they didn’t know how to counter.

They only fled.

Perhaps it was because they were comrades, unwilling to strike.

But if they kept this up, they’d never grow.

Pride decided to up the stakes.

“If you don’t fight back, I’ll kill all four of you!”

She lashed her whip at the ground, carving a deep trench.

Boom!

The immense magic obliterated the ground, leaving a hundred-meter-long scar.

Under Pride’s pressure, Iris and Pansy finally acted.

Their moves were clumsy, chaotic, driven by instinct.

Iris only knew to open her parasol to block Rose’s bullets or close it to fire magic blasts.

She didn’t know her parasol, when closed and infused with magic, could become a sword.

It wasn’t just a lack of combat experience—she barely knew her own weapon.

Pansy was no better. With her ability to create solid clones, why charge in a straight line?

Couldn’t her three selves devise a plan—some distracting, others attacking?

Pride grew more displeased, her expression darkening.

This batch of rookies was the worst she’d seen!

Iris fired another magic blast, easily dodged by Rose.

Seizing the blast’s recoil, Rose closed in, overwhelming Iris with suppressive attacks.

Iris was pushed back, struggling.

“Magic blasts aren’t just for offense—they can defend too. Fire one the moment you gather magic!”

Pride’s cold voice, laced with magic, pierced Iris’s ears.

Her hands suddenly moved on their own, using her weapon to unleash a shotgun-like burst of small magic blasts, forming a wall that surged toward Rose.

Rose had no chance to dodge, firing rapidly to cancel some blasts and slipping through gaps to avoid the rest.

Iris, seeing the blast’s transformation, began to understand.

She experimented with controlling the blast’s form by adjusting the gathering time.

Iris turned the tide, reclaiming ground against Rose’s dominance.

Pansy’s attacks were clumsy, blindly charging with no tactics.

Despite having three selves, she acted recklessly.

“Jasmine’s weapon is a lance, king of weapons. Within six feet, at the same magic level, she’s unmatched.”

“Little one with clones, why not have two feint to create openings for your main body?”

“Or use them in a rotation, wearing her down. Your staff isn’t just a staff—it’s a sharp sword.”

Pride’s words reached Pansy, who couldn’t block Jasmine’s attacks.

She tried Pride’s tactic: a rotation.

Pansy’s ability was unique—all three selves were her, not clones.

If one died, she could revive through the others.

As long as they didn’t die simultaneously, Pansy was near-immortal.

Yellow and Blue alternated, attacking Jasmine from both sides. Due to weapon reach, they couldn’t get close.

But eventually, Jasmine would slip. Yellow and Blue tested every angle of her vision.

Red noticed Jasmine slowed at certain angles.

Seizing the moment, Red charged.

She flipped her staff, using its hooked end to slam Jasmine’s lance tip.

The hook caught on the lance’s barbed structure.

Jasmine’s strength was great—she lifted the lance, trying to fling Red away.

But this gave Yellow and Blue an opening, attacking from front and back in a pincer move.

Jasmine’s eyes showed surprise. Pansy’s moves were no longer chaotic but coordinated.

Her attack rhythm was strong, pulling Jasmine into her pace, exposing flaws.

But this alone couldn’t harm Jasmine.

With a twist of her waist, Jasmine threw Red off, shouting, “Hah!”

A burst of magic-fueled aura exploded, pushing Yellow and Blue back.

Magic coiled around her gleaming lance, forming an aura.

Infusing magic into a weapon to boost attack power was a basic skill.

It was also the standard for whether a magical girl could handle pollutants alone.

Pollutants feared magic-infused attacks.