Chapter 187: Victory, Defeat, Gains, and Losses

Chapter 187: Victory, Defeat, Gains, and Losses

“Stop!” Bran shouted in a low voice. He did not want a brutal collision of Mana to happen in this kind of situation. But Lily, who was somewhat out of her mind, shouted back, “No!”

“I concede.”

“No!”

The Mist around Bran spun slower and slower, his voice softening. “Look around. Brother, sister, and our clansmen. If you don’t care about them, then go ahead.”

“You!” Lily felt rather stifled.

“We can’t control the aftermath of the Mana collision. Think about the consequences.”

The wings that were closing in paused slightly. Bran seized the chance to break free from the entanglement. His figure flashed and he was out of the Training Ground. With a few leaps, he disappeared from people’s sight.

He had a trouble to deal with, an unknown trouble.

Power was one of Bran’s pursuits, but this power that suddenly descended into his body was not what he needed. He could feel this power, like a seed sprouting and cracking open, gushing out along with the slowly unfurling tender leaves, gradually becoming unstoppable.

He wanted to suppress it, but had strength with nowhere to apply it. It was like searching for the Soul within his body; it was clearly right there, but he was helpless.

On the mountaintop in the Western Territory, where snow still remained, Bran sat there, silently watching everything happening inside him. This was the only thing he could do for now—observe.

Huahua crouched beside him, intently staring at the empty snowy ground not far away, as if a grand play of human joys and sorrows was being performed there.

…

Lily was now sitting under the Ancient Tree, pondering the gains and losses of this match.

My power should be stronger than Bran’s, but I was completely suppressed. The reason they chose simple wrestling was because they knew that if it wasn’t a life-or-death struggle, it would be hard to decide the winner quickly in a Mana confrontation. Even if that day truly came, what decided the outcome would mostly still fall to the most primitive claws and teeth.

After calming down, Lily also knew where she lost.

Everything about Bran was designed and chosen according to his own characteristics. His Mana inherently possessed the characteristic of assimilation, and this characteristic strengthened with Evolution. Perception and control were also his strong suits. When their Magic Fields overlapped, she had already lost.

I easily possessed everything of his, the correct things and the wrong ones, whether they were suitable or not. I was so stupid. Lily raised her hand and touched her forehead, letting out a long sigh involuntarily.

From beginning to end, Bran never clashed head-on with her. He dodged quickly, and attacked. It was as if he had long been prepared, with all sorts of methods to deal with her. Then, he rehearsed them on her.

He pushed his speed to the limit, thereby restraining his own power. All sorts of feasible or unfeasible methods were also verified one by one. And I actually cooperated with him and completed all this. I was so stupid!

And when perception was clouded, speed and strength were out of the question. At that time, I was merely a human-shaped target full of weight.

Lily clenched her fist. There won’t be a next time.

At least this made her realize one fact—I’m not strong enough yet!

…

Adam walked towards the tree, looking at the two sisters under it. Learning from Bran about those uncertain consequences, he had been feeling very depressed, so he always wanted to talk to his sister.

A match, although he got his wish and saw Lily suffer a setback, didn’t give him the feeling of venting his anger. Instead, he felt resentment towards Bran—that kind of resentment where I can hit her, but others can’t.

As he approached, Lily and Xirui opened their eyes one after another.

Facing his sister’s inquiring gaze, Adam scratched his head. “Just came to see.”

Seeing her brother’s obvious concern, Lily couldn’t help but smile. “It’s fine. He did it for my own good.”

“He was too heavy-handed, and in front of so many people.” Adam sighed, a helpless expression appearing on his face.

“It’s fine. I hit him even harder back at the Mountain Villa.”

“Is Bran here?” Adam tentatively asked. Seeing his sister shake her head, he continued, “He said your power lacks tempering…”

Adam repeated Bran’s words, hoping it would help his sister.

Lily smiled and nodded. “Actually, it’s more than that—one should have their own choices on the path of a Wizard. I shouldn’t copy everything of his. Don’t worry, next time I’ll make him look bad!”

Looking at his sister’s smiling face, Adam’s mood also lightened imperceptibly.

“Do you know where Bran went? I have some things I want to say to him.”

Lily felt a bit strange. She noticed her brother was acting somewhat different today. When facing her and mentioning Bran, he was actually quite composed.

“I don’t know,” Lily pointed towards the Ancient Tree behind her. “He left his Fairy partner here, so he might be doing something relatively dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Adam was full of doubt.

“Mhm, it’s fine. Huahua is guarding. Whenever he makes some discovery, he’s used to testing it on himself. These things are also prone to getting out of control, so he habitually hides far away.” Lily pursed her lips. “Maybe after hitting me, he had new ideas again.”

This answer made Adam both amused and exasperated, and Lily’s matter-of-fact attitude also worried him.

Beside them, inside the Ancient Tree, in a small space, Lijia was fighting with Rando and Langa. Both sides were having a duel over the serious question of whether Lily’s forehead had been hit 99 times or 101 times.

The watching Little Fairies split into two factions and started screaming excitedly.

Facing the unfair treatment of two against one, Lijia gradually fell into a disadvantage. Her supporters finally couldn’t hold back and pounced…

The duel turned into a melee, and the fight soon moved from inside the tree to outside. There were chases, escapes, crying, and shouting. This noise interrupted the warm atmosphere between the siblings outside the tree and attracted many eyes.

The siblings Lily and Bran had thought things too simply. Now they were heroes in the hearts of many people, symbols not to be desecrated.

This match, where Bran left silently and disappeared, gave both sides’ supporters an excuse. The real victory or defeat wasn’t important; what was important was the choice.

The Little Fairies were just one corner of the incident’s aftermath. In the Western Territory, quite a few fought over this, although most were youths and children.

Lily was called to the Council Hall and given a new task—find Bran immediately, and then, as loving siblings, make an appearance in front of everyone.