Challenges and Fears 1

Iris was stunned, she couldn't believe the words that came out of Sarah's mouth.

Her fingers clenched together in a rattling sound, she threw off her cloak on the ground. The long, graceful gown had been torn out of nowhere, her lips curled into a wide grin and her eyes gleamed with hatred.

Sarah saw Iris' shocked face, she gave a triumphant smile, seeing the woman kneeling with a pale face. She had already guessed that Iris' reaction would be like this.

"Are you afraid?" Sarah asked with a mocking face, she wasted no time, quickly ran and kicked Iris.

Iris dodged to the side, she cast an incantation quickly, a transverse root blocked Sarah's kick. The woman chuckled, she slammed her hand back hard, the root cracked and shattered in an instant.

Iris backed away, she pulled more roots out of the ground, Sarah laughed and hit the roots with ease.

"This is all you're capable of? Weaker than our previous duel!" Sarah exclaimed, hitting the roots again, the cracking and cracking sounds audible; Iris had no time to dodge; Sarah's right hand had already floated to her cheek.

"BUGH!"

Iris felt her cheeks burning hot, throbbing in pain, she fell to the ground with a thud. Sarah giggled with a face full of scorn.

"Is it because you don't have a wand now?" Sarah surrounded Iris, the woman was on her knees holding her rosy cheeks, she coughed.

Behind Sarah's mocking face, the woman secretly thought hard, she doubted Iris, this woman now in front of her looks weaker, her magical ability is very low, completely different from before.

This woman wasn't the Iris she knew, whether the time had changed Iris or something had happened while they hadn't seen each other, Sarah was feeling strange right now.

The body looked the same as Iris, the facial features, even the style of dress, but the look in Iris's eyes was foreign, not as full of ambition, as usual, not gleaming with obsession, those eyes seemed more … warm.

Sarah glared, she shook her head, feeling funny with her thoughts, she hastily dismissed all the speculations that had sprung up in her heart. She had made up his mind long ago if he was going to cut off Iris's hand like what she had done to her.

"Who exactly are you?" Sarah asked nervously when Iris looked like she had no intention of fighting her, the woman just sat down.

"What's who?" Iris asked in confusion, as she got up, holding her swollen cheeks.

"You look different," Sarah said honestly. She threw another kick at the woman, again only kicking the roots that appeared right in front of Iris.

Sarah snorted, she had already thrown her wand on the ground, there was no time to retrieve it. She had to finish it as soon as possible.

Iris was thrown into the sunflower field by Sarah's kick, she coughed again, blood gushing out of her mouth, a searing pain stinging her lungs. She opened her mouth, sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

The sunflower that was hit by her body broke, the leaves were damaged, and the flowers fell to the ground. Iris gripped the leaves with batted breath.

She looked at Sarah, wanting to answer her question even though she couldn't. Her throat was choking, her breath was caught in her throat, her blood was churning, the body felt extremely hot, felt strange, and she didn't like this sensation.

She didn't know if Sarah's attack had such a painful impact on her body, she didn't know how long Sarah had been training and how long she had known her identity, Sarah's strength was now no joke.

The Black Witches are the most powerful compared to the Orcs. Just like the Red Witch, they are not many, there are only a few people who live in a decade, that is if they know their identity. because usually the great Witches rarely have offspring.

Iris closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. that was beating wildly, her blood was boiling, her breath was getting tighter and tighter from time to time, and she couldn't hold out any longer against Sarah.

Sarah didn't care about Iris's condition, seeing her in pain and showing a dying face made her heart flutter, she was happy.

Sarah again ran towards Iris launching her kick blindly, Iris dodged, overwhelmed, and blocked the kick with her elbow.

"Haa ...." Sarah chuckled, she quickly threw another kick at Iris' stomach, the woman was thrown again.

Sarah laughed, she didn't expect Iris to be this weak, either because of her strength as a Black Witch or because Iris was too weak. She felt that this was completely beyond her expectations.

"Which is the so-called Red Witch? You're just a low-class Witch," Sarah said with her arms crossed, she spread a smile on her luscious lips when she saw Iris looking down, holding her stomach.

Iris coughed again, fresh blood coming out of her mouth, she hastily wiped it off with the back of her hand.

"Let's just stop this," Iris said suddenly, her face cold.

Sarah raised her chin high, she sneered, is Iris running out of steam right now? He gives up so quickly? Can't be trusted at all.

"I see you came with your soul mate, if I play with them for a while, is it okay? Especially the one with white hair." Sarah kept her mouth open, provoking Iris to be angry.

Iris's hands were clenched into fists, she stared intently at Sarah, while those who were being stared at only stretched their arms in pleasure to see Iris's reaction.

Sarah snorted in annoyance, she raised an eyebrow. Iris knew exactly what Sarah meant by playing around. The Black Witch might do something dangerous to them, especially Thomas, who was currently on the brink of death. If he was hit by other magic, it would speed up his death. As for Morgan, Iris was more worried that her poisonous mouth would make Sarah angrier.

"Don't touch them," Iris said, her hands clenched into fists, she stood erect amid a pile of broken sunflowers, her dress ripped here and there from Sarah's attacks, dirty everywhere, her lips torn and bloody.

"Then let's show me the true power of a Red Witch," challenged Sarah without any trepidation, she was excited from time to time.

"Right, would I be scared?" Iris suddenly threw away all the magic bottles that were under her cloak. The bottles fell to the ground and turned into thin smoke, Sarah put on a wary attitude, but she didn't find the potion changing anything like before, only lost in the wind.

Sarah again grinned widely, she stood with a face full of arrogance. "I will not be afraid."

Iris smiled, she wiped the traces of blood on her chin, her lips twitched in incantation.

The wind blew, Sarah's curly hair fluttered. Sarah swatted it with her hand, she glanced around. The sky suddenly became cloudy, black clouds drifted in, blocking the sunlight, sunflower stalks swayed in the wind, rustling. Leaves, the broken ones on the ground, hovered around them.

"Then don't be afraid."