Cymbidium Japonicum studied all the moves she could think of. Her growling stomach finally made her decide to stop for lunch.
She stood in place and snapped her fingers. The magic hat and magic staff in her hand disappeared.
Looking around, the ground was littered with colorful ribbons, floral paper, and colorful rubber balls that swayed and rolled along with the wind on the uneven ground. There were even a few of his dolls that were of the same size as him. A few ropes were tied to the branches of a big tree, and there were poker cards deeply embedded in the bark of the tree trunk.
This doesn't look like a battlefield at all. It's more like an amusement park … Can I really become a professional hero with this personality? And if I dream again, the new ability that I've adapted to will be replaced again.
Cymbidium Japonicum sighed and immediately shook her head to get rid of this depressing thought.
She glanced at the left side of the forest and saw that the ice dragon left behind by Bombardment Jelly had slowly melted under the control of no personality, wetting the ground. Looking at the mess around her, Cymbidium Japonicum couldn't help but be distracted.
I'm too unenvironmentally friendly. If I'm found out, I'll be fined.
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, the things that she created with magic suddenly became blurry and shattered. Finally, they turned into bits of light and disappeared.
Cymbidium Japonicum widened her eyes in surprise. She walked to the tree where the poker cards were thrown and carefully observed it. There were still traces of the thin poker cards cutting into the tree trunk.
It seemed that the damage caused would not disappear.
"Grumble —"
The neglected stomach once again let out a whine, unwilling to be left out. The Moonwatcher Flower covered its stomach with its hand and looked around.
"Oh no."
The surrounding trees looked almost the same. It was impossible to tell the direction, let alone find the way.
After hiding in the forest for nearly an hour, Cymbidium Japonicum finally remembered her weakness of not being able to tell the direction. If she had thought of it earlier, she would not have entered the forest alone. She would have found a toilet and transformed, then blended into the crowd. This was also a strategy.
Cymbidium Japonicum could only follow the ice dragon left behind by Bombardment Jelly, hoping to find a way or meet him.
But … why is this guy going deeper and deeper? The trees are getting denser and denser. I can't find the right way if I keep going like this.
Cymbidium Japonicum stopped.
She looked up at the small piece of sky covered by the dense canopy and thought that if she waited here, her classmates would notice her "missing" and launch a search for her. Then, under Bombardment Jelly's reminder, they would find her weak, pitiful and hungry in the forest.
But that would also be embarrassing.
To become a professional hero, one must be reliable, strong, and reliable. If she could not even overcome such a small predicament, how could she face a more difficult battlefield?
Cymbidium Japonicum straightened her back. She calmed down from the panic caused by being lost. Then, she thought of the trick that she had never used again. She conjured a magic staff and a top hat, creating a "flying tool."
Watching the cluster of balloons continue to grow, floating in the air and slowly rising, Cymbidium Japonicum jumped lightly. The balloon sank a little and flew into the sky again.
The surrounding sea of trees continued to sink, and the smell of grass and trees slowly dissipated. When she passed by, she seemed to hear the touch of branches and leaves, and the sound of the wind blowing past her ears. Cymbidium Japonicum looked at the sea of green under her feet, and also saw the training ground and buildings at the edge of the forest.
The balloon seemed to be controlled. It followed Cymbidium Japonicum's will and maintained a certain altitude as it flew toward the open space of the training ground.
Just as it approached the edge of the forest, a violent explosion suddenly exploded under her feet. The dust mixed with the heat of the explosion rushed toward her face. The heat wave caused Cymbidium Japonicum's hair and clothes to fly backward. The balloon was also unstable in the air. The USJ attack had just happened, and her tense nerves had not relaxed. Cymbidium Japonicum subconsciously thought that they had encountered another enemy attack.
"Boom!"
There was another explosion.
A piece of gravel was blown into the air and flew straight in the direction of Cymbidium Japonicum.
She decisively let go, and her body fell like a bullet. At the same time, she threw a small ball to the ground. At the moment when she was about to hit the ground, the small ball also expanded. Cymbidium Japonicum stepped on the ball with the tip of her foot and was bounced in the other direction. She reacted quickly and reached out to grab a branch that stretched out horizontally. She was thrown by the resilient branch, spun in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.
The continuous explosion did not stop. It was almost exploding in her ears. Because she was closer, she could feel the heat wave and a pungent smell in the air.
Cymbidium Japonicum leaned against a tree vigilantly and peeked her head out to take a look.
The ground was bumpy and covered with scorch marks. The air was filled with a faint black fog and dust. The light generated by the explosion made a figure appear in the black fog. She seemed to be able to hear the suppressed breathing.
An enemy?
Was someone fighting?
Cymbidium Japonicum gripped her magic staff tightly.
If it was an enemy attack, the school should have reacted a long time ago. Xiongying was now on high alert. It was not an enemy.
But who could it be? Who made such a big commotion?
Cymbidium Japonicum suddenly sped up and dashed forward. She wanted to go around the scene of the explosion.
She was very fast, agile, light, and silent.
But just as she was about to jump, a hand reached out from the black fog. The hand seemed to be grabbing a ball of restless air. It made a puffing sound, mixed with the fire, and attacked in the direction of Cymbidium Japonicum.
The rapid attack stirred up the air. Cymbidium Japonicum smelled the smell of saltpeter. The heat burned her skin. She felt her scalp go numb, and the skin on her back tightened.
The sparks in the palm became brighter and brighter. With the help of oxygen, there was a loud explosion. Suddenly, flames flew everywhere.
The black fog produced by the explosion was mixed with a few wisps of pink smoke.
Cymbidium Japonicum's figure appeared a few meters away. She fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. She pressed against the ground and looked up at the place where the explosion occurred. Her substitute doll had been blown in half. It burned like a rag and fell to the ground.
The attacker with the afro turned his head and looked at her.
"Explode," Cymbidium Japonicum said, panting.
"Huh?" Explode landed on the ground.
He was wearing a combat suit. His two muscular arms were sweaty, and his expression was fierce. After identifying who was in front of him, there was a hint of excitement on his face. "A guaranteed student."
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