Chapter 1061: Extraordinary Reverse Overturning Equipment
When I took out the Box of Books and began my battle with Miss Bai, the real fight had just begun.
In matters of war, it’s either for a specific purpose or to predict what can be gained from the battle.
This fight, which I later agreed to with Sister Bai, was driven by my desire to understand the gap between me and the extraordinary at the level of combat strength.
Miss Bai had similar motivations; she wanted us to realize the importance of equipment in battle.
Did we achieve our goals?
Basically, yes.
Miss Bai made me understand that equipment is a tool for combat strength, and through various methods, she also learned from Sister Bai that even the extraordinary can have very straightforward means.
After all, extraordinary represents realms, while combat relies on methods.
An extraordinary without cultivation may still rely on basic techniques like the Fireball Spell, whereas a cultivated mind can manifest diverse and transformative methods.
As Miss Bai battled me, she also shared insights with me.
The common impression of an extraordinary being is that one person can destroy a world; however, not every extraordinary person can master such cataclysmic techniques.
Firstly, one must confirm: the more powerful the technique, the higher the threshold. Cultivating and mastering it consumes more time and energy.
For example, using the spellbooks of the witch race, low-level spellbooks, like that of the Fireball Spell, are almost ubiquitous, but high-consumption spellbooks are nearly impossible to obtain.
For instance, you barely see Comprehensive Spellbooks within the Witch Academy, even though those equipped with high-consumption spellbooks rank among the top in the academy and wouldn’t be outdated even after becoming an extraordinary witch.
Instructor Belika, back in the day, was willing to trade years of accumulated knowledge in rune literature and totem studies for an underdeveloped “Reincarnation Rebirth” spell I had merely conceptualized. This highlights the rarity of powerful spells.
Recently, during the soul material restoration incident, she even used her entire research background as a deposit to reserve a possibility for a Reincarnation Rebirth spellbook.
Mind you, I still hadn’t ascended to the extraordinary level and hadn’t yet learned the Real Editing Technique for creating spellbooks, yet she was prepared to invest such resources in advance.
But generally speaking.
If I recall correctly, the academy head once mentioned that the cost threshold for using a complete Reincarnation Rebirth spellbook seems to start at five hundred thousand magic power?
And that’s just one unit more than the basic spells; even a realm in the Holy Realm requires a billion magic power.
So, could there exist spellbooks with a consumption threshold of a billion?
Even Sister Bai wasn’t sure about that.
For Sister Bai, even as an extraordinary witch, she is only familiar with the “Hundred Deities Spellbook” at most.
The circulation of spellbooks within the witch race is so difficult; similar spells, magic, or witchcraft among other races in the void are even harder to spread. They are not like tangible objects that can be plundered; either it’s known, or it isn’t. Even a witch’s spellbook doesn’t mean one can cast spells just because it’s in hand.
Thus, equipment becomes the best medium to unleash one’s accumulated “power.”
In this regard, Sister Bai allowed me to experience it firsthand with extraordinary equipment.
Upon reaching the level of extraordinary equipment, the weapons in Sister Bai’s hands seemed to transcend the boundaries of my knowledge. They were no longer external objects or tools; they felt like extensions of life itself.
Equipment = power, which manifested vividly at that moment.
And I understood the true meaning of Sister Bai’s repeated assertion that “the void is a place where equipment reigns supreme.”
With her extraordinary equipment, Sister Bai had completely pushed me to the limits of utilizing my spell life.
The means of spell life is the highest embodiment of my control over spell effects; even if they are fragile as “life,” their status as spell effects turned them into something formidable that even Sister Bai had to treat seriously.
The spell I was most familiar with was the shelter of the Elemental Sprite, which was the only type of spell life I had mastered, but Sister Bai was clearly allowing me room to experiment, leading me to develop a “Fireball Spell Life.”
After all, Sister Bai knew that this battle wasn’t about winning but rather something else, so she permitted me to cultivate during the fight.
However, afterward, Sister Bai regretted this decision.
Because a life formed from a Fireball, was infinitely more troublesome than a pure fireball!
Even if it was just a Fireball.
It felt like a close-knit comrade working alongside me, dazzling with vibrant sparks during its brief existence.
And that wasn’t the most outrageous part; the Fireball Spell Life, based on a spellbook, although it was fundamentally a spell effect independent of the spellbook, was constantly refined, leading to the gradual emergence of new forms of Fireball Spell Life…
The Fireball Spell Life mastered other derivative effects of the Fireball Spell!
Each death or rebirth of a Fireball Spell Life represented a new diversity of spell life!
Admittedly, this method couldn’t withstand the extraordinary dimension’s spell effects in terms of “numbers,” yet its own impact brought endless trouble to Sister Bai.
At that moment, the Fireball bounced around on my Box of Books, leveraging its inherent spell-enhancing effect to become a fierce blade of flames.
And in that form, the Fireball showcased its strongest strike!
After that strike, its life accompanied the flames in their demise, but the Fireball Spell reveled in it, as if its very purpose was to showcase that attack.
“Kill!”
I couldn’t help but resonate with the Fireball, unleashing a furious cry!
Even Sister Bai’s eyes widened at that attack, as though she had witnessed something incredible; the extraordinary sword in her hand met this blow instinctively.
Ding! Buzz…
The clash between the fiery blaze and the weapon produced a piercing clang, followed by a sharp snap that signaled the weapon’s breakage.
Non-reversible extraordinary weapon?!
Even the saint realm-level Sister Bai found it hard to believe; after all, when facing the reversed extraordinary wizard, they had utilized void rifts. This time… it was magic!
The hallmark of extraordinary equipment is the power intermingling with real time; extraordinary cannot utterly destroy extraordinary equipment; at most, there might be some jagged edges, but extraordinary equipment’s self-repairing technique can restore itself naturally.
It’s akin to how an extraordinary individual cannot sever the extraordinary with ordinary means.
“Xiao Han, you! You…”
“Whew… oh dear~ as the flames subsided, I snapped back to reality from my previous special state. Looking at the broken sword in Sister Bai’s hands, I stuck out my tongue, embarrassed.
“Sorry, Sister Bai… I remember extraordinary equipment is quite expensive, right?”
After all, that was extraordinary equipment!
A weapon only wieldable by the extraordinary. According to Sister Bai, even the top resources accumulated in the witch academy’s leading clubs can barely forge an extraordinary piece of equipment.
After all, ordinary club members are not extraordinary, and the threshold for material usage is insufficient.
But regardless, extraordinary equipment is exorbitantly priced!
“…It’s fine; it’s even more expensive now.” Sister Bai squatted down to pick up the broken blade piece.
“Er… ah? What do you mean? Sister Bai, you wouldn’t want me to… would you? I don’t have money, just this body!”
“Of course I do~ but I don’t mean it in that sense.” Sister Bai looked at the bewildered figure before her with a smirk.
“Not recognizing me, yet you still want it?”
“You offered it up; why would I refuse?” Miss Bai replied with a smile.
“Alright, alright~ consider it compensation, so… what about this sword? Can it be repaired?”
“Not repairing it; it’ll be kept as a memento.” Miss Bai remarked, smiling.
God knows that if I took this out to show off in front of my friends, that this was broken by Xiao Lei using a spell, it would be quite the boast!
Little witch reverse-overturned extraordinary equipment!
Who can achieve that!
“Ah? A memento?”
“That’s right! You must know what incredible thing you’ve just done… but let’s not mention that. Xiao Lei, at that moment, did you touch upon the real light and shadow?” Miss Bai directly inquired without much concealment.
In that instant, she sensed genuine light stirring; if the power couldn’t extend to real light, no one could have shattered that sword.
“Indeed, that’s the case.” I nodded in agreement.
Afterward, the reason I fought so earnestly with Miss Bai was that I sensed that the battle had ignited properly; no one in the Witch Academy had ever pushed me to this extent, making me fully commit to the interplay of technique, consciousness, and instinct.
Thus, in that final strike, I also took advantage of it to break through the “barrier” of real light.
However, I still hadn’t ascended to the extraordinary, as my life’s essence hadn’t reached real light; instead, in that fleeting moment, I briefly surpassed that barrier by merging technique with power.
It was undoubtedly a marvelous experience, distinct from the limitations of spirit vision that granted me glimpses of real light; that sensation of power crossing into real light was as liberating and genuine as a fish entering the vast sea!
If spirit vision’s bestowed ability utilizes real light akin to a scratching itch through the boot, then personally stepping into real light meant everything of mine sank into real light, able to make waves with a mere flick of the hand.
This ability felt similar to how Sister Bai could tear through space using real touch; it belonged to instinct.
And in that moment, I experienced that instinct…
Even if it was merely a moment, it would forever be a treasured memory.
If earlier my ascent to the extraordinary was still a plan in progress, now… I have developed a proactive desire for that ascent.
“Sure enough! Xiao Ying, are you about to ascend to the extraordinary?” Sister Bai asked with excitement, supporting me.
Even though she knew Xiao Ying was getting closer to the extraordinary under those special techniques, witnessing it so intuitively had an incomparable impact on her heart!
Xiao Ying had only been in school for two years!
What was she doing in her second year back then?
“Hey~ it’s getting close, don’t be so excited~ at worst, I still have to wait another year or two.” Feeling Sister Bai’s intense emotional waves, I was filled with joy.
There was this delightful sensation of my efforts finally being intuitively recognized by Sister Bai.
“How could I not be excited?” Sister Bai exclaimed breathlessly, her gaze instantly shifting to—Yu Yun, momentarily restraining her innate reactions.
“Sister Xiao Ying~ is the battle over?”
“If it’s over, can we go out now?”
From the sidelines, Yu Yun squinted at the protective spell we had set up together.
Because in matters of battle, no one could predict anything, and if Yu Yun became too excited during the fight, she could easily be affected by the aftershocks; after all, she had no extraordinary power in essence.
“I almost forgot.” I walked over to解除 Yu Yun’s protective spell.
“Sister Xiao Xi looked so cool during the battle just now!”
“Yeah! Miss Bai too!”
Once the spell restriction was lifted, the four little ones rushed to my side.
The concept of “battle” was something that Yu Yun rarely witnessed, especially as I seldom allowed them to engage with such things during our time together.
This was indeed an unexpected event.
I had raised Yu Lan, with the other few floating in the dream world around me.
They had gradually begun to adapt to this talent of “dream transformation.”
Yun Yun kept expressing her amazement, showing that the battle between me and Sister Bai had unfolded like a form of art.
The intertwining of spells, body techniques, and equipment indeed crafted a highly appreciated artistic combat process.
Because of this, the arena in the Witch Academy is constantly filled with many spectators.
Unfortunately, the battle between Sister Bai and me would no longer be witnessed by anyone else.
“Miss Sister~ um… can I fight with you too? Just like before, alongside that fire blaring~.”
When Yu Yun said this, my expression momentarily froze.
Then I turned to look at Yu Yun floating in midair; I hadn’t expected her to suddenly say such a thing!
“Yu Yun, what led you to bring this up? Battle is a dangerous activity, you know~” I subtly advised.
“But I saw Miss Sister and Miss Bai so excited during the battle!” Yu Yun tilted her little head, puzzled.
“This… I blinked, my mind racing with numerous responses to persuade her to stay away, but I ultimately—negated them.
Explain? Analyze? Or persuade?
None of them seemed quite suitable.
Explanations wouldn’t clarify the matter, analysis would lose her understanding, and saying… would only turn me into an insurmountable mountain before Yu Yun.
Moreover, what Yu Yun mentioned was merely “battle”; I had plenty of means to allow her to experience what she was curious about without risk.
“Then how about I take you to experience it a bit? Would that be alright?” I suggested.
At that moment, I noticed Yu Lan’s eyes, hugged by me, also lighting up.
“Xiao~ Han~ Jie~ Jie~” Yu Lan’s voice chimed in from my arms.
