Chapter 320 - 39: A Breathtaking Combat Method, the Hypersonic Strike

Chapter 320: Chapter 39: A Breathtaking Combat Method, the Hypersonic Strike

Although it was already autumn, the garden at the Cabin in the Woods was kept exceptionally beautiful by Flower.

In the modest yard, vines climbed the wooden walls, their purple leaves intertwining into various patterns that resembled murals.

Dozens of potted plants were artfully arranged, dotting the small space with lush greenery. The long dining table was also adorned with over a dozen pots of fresh flowers.

Two beautiful butterflies, a species possessing Spiritual Power and a lifespan of over five years, danced among the flowers, which was why they could still be seen at this time of year.

The afterglow of the setting sun forged a brilliant evening sky, its colors flowing slowly, making even time itself seem to languish.

The three of them chatted and laughed, talking about Witchcraft, sharing gossip, and discussing Divination as they leisurely enjoyed the sumptuous dinner.

For Mo Ning, this was just a daily meal.

But for Anya, it all felt unreal.

’Before entering the academy, Auntie Nasha had earnestly told her to prepare for "ten or twenty years of hard labor, like a horse in a mill." Her aunt had also said, "That’s how all the apprentices get through it."’

’But was this dinner something a "horse" in a mill was supposed to enjoy?’

Reina, too, felt her current life was absolutely marvelous.

Teacher Buck had repeatedly warned her: "At the academy, you’ll face endless hardship. You’ll work yourself to exhaustion just to earn Black Tower Points. You’ll stay up all night researching Witchcraft until you’re delirious. You’ll be too anxious to eat when it’s time for assessments."

His words had made the academy sound like a terrifying place.

But the dinner before her now flew in the face of every single word Teacher Buck had said.

After dinner, night began to fall.

The two girls flitted around the table like butterflies, deftly clearing the dishes.

Mo Ning sat quietly for a moment, then called out, "Flower, bring me my flight pack."

The flight pack was The Aviator, his Powered Triangular Wing.

"Right away!"

Flower answered cheerfully.

A storage cabinet in the living room opened automatically, and an invisible hand grabbed the pack, swiftly delivering it to the backyard.

Anya looked up at the slightly dimming sky, surprised. "Are you still doing flight training this late?"

Mo Ning smiled and explained, "I figured out a new tactic today, so I want to test it out. It’s also a good chance to get some exercise and digest a bit."

He spread his arms, allowing Flower to help him put on the pack.

CLICK—CLACK—

A metal frame extended from the pack, and exquisite metal feathers unfolded one by one.

In the span of a breath, the work of art that was the triangular wing appeared before them.

The Magic Pattern Array immediately activated, generating a strong wind that lifted the triangular wing.

Flower quickly formed a wall of air, containing the airflow around the wing to avoid making a mess of the yard.

"Ma-di!"

Mo Ning chanted from within the cockpit.

A surge of Magic Power shot out, and the triangular wing instantly became even lighter. It shot upward at a speed exceeding one hundred meters per second, accelerating as it went.

In just two seconds, The Aviator had become a small white dot over three hundred meters up in the sky.

Reina asked in astonishment, "Flower, was that the [Floating Technique] Mr. Mo Ning just used?"

The Artificial Soul answered at once, "Yes, Miss Reina. Your eyes are very sharp. Mr. Mo Ning did indeed use the [Floating Technique]."

The Trick, [Floating], which almost all newcomers learned, was actually a simplified version of the Level Zero Witchcraft, [Floating Technique].

The former was mainly used to break a fall from a high place, while the latter could make an object float in the air for five to ten minutes.

If the Witchcraft Model was exceptionally well-optimized, the duration could be even longer.

Anya was also surprised. "When did Mo Ning learn the [Floating Technique]?"

When the three of them had lunch together at the luxurious apartment that afternoon, the conversation had turned to Level Zero Witchcraft.

She remembered very clearly that Mo Ning had personally revealed he had mastered thirteen types of Level Zero Witchcraft.

Honestly, that speed was shockingly fast.

Countless new apprentices might not learn that many Witchcrafts even after three or four years at the academy.

And the [Floating Technique] had not been among those thirteen.

’Mo Ning took part in the Arbitration Court’s search operation this afternoon. How did he suddenly pull out a new Witchcraft now?’

Flower didn’t know the answer to this. "I’m sorry, Miss Anya. I’m not fully aware of Mr. Mo Ning’s daily schedule."

The two girls exchanged a look, both of them stunned by Mo Ning’s learning speed.

A few seconds passed.

The white dot had already flown a thousand meters into the sky. It flashed once and then disappeared.

Reina looked up at the sky and said with a hint of regret, "Mo Ning activated the visual invisibility."

One of the Magic Pattern Groups on The Aviator could refract light, granting the triangular wing optical stealth. They had seen Mo Ning demonstrate it more than once.

The Dazed Girl had been intensely curious about the "new tactic" Mo Ning mentioned, but now, unfortunately, she couldn’t see a thing.

Flower immediately offered a solution. "I can activate the Tracking Mirror so you can enjoy Mr. Mo Ning’s upcoming splendid performance."

Anya’s eyes lit up. "Flower, you’re the best!"

Flower replied with a smile in her voice, "You’re very welcome. It’s what I’m here for."

It was unclear what the Artificial Soul had done, but a bit of water vapor instantly condensed in the air, forming a mirror-like film of water nearly two meters in diameter.

In the center of the mirror was the hazy outline of the triangular wing. The silhouette of a person could be faintly discerned sitting beneath its surface.