I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The boy struggled to get up, looking at the girl before him with horror painted on his face.

“You! What are you doing? Help me! Somebody!”

Begging for mercy had no effect—now that he had lost the opportunity for a sneak attack, he could only fight to the death.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Just as he moved his fingers, the statue was suddenly filled with psychic energy as it smashed his entire arm into the floor.

He twisted his body slightly, and the statue once again slammed straight into his chest.

Seeing the boy’s body gradually becoming more deformed and broken, Yibei couldn’t help but panic inside.

‘Why hasn’t he died yet? This shouldn’t be the strongest urban legend in the school, right?’

Sensing the boy moving, she once again brought the statue down onto his head and smashed it violently.