Chapter Forty-Six: Holding the Upper Hand

The earlier bouts were nothing more than a warm-up—now, the real battle was about to begin.

First came the clash between Feng Shang and Zuo Qi.

From both his appearance and his abilities, Feng Shang was clearly a rogue, a type who shouldn’t have belonged in the arena at all.

Zuo Qi’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression growing even more menacing.

Feng Shang, wearing a smug grin, said proudly, “Trying to steal my Storm technique, are you? Heh heh, you’re just asking for trouble!”

Zuo Qi thought to himself, “Against such a scoundrel, my inversion trick won’t work. I’ll have to find another way!” But his power lay precisely in the manipulation of black and white, so seeking another method was anything but simple.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhe faced Xin Zhong.

Though Fang Zhe was gasping for breath, he still had the upper hand, for Xin Zhong’s attacks demanded both time and stamina. Each time one of his “Grave” claws was scattered, Xin Zhong had to release his grip, as just one use left him terribly weakened.

Seeing Xin Zhong fall into a defensive stance, Fang Zhe realized this was his moment of greatest vulnerability. Ignoring his own exhaustion, he plucked the strings with all his remaining strength, sending a mighty wave of sound crashing toward his opponent.

Xin Zhong’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Elsewhere, Boca and Mao Xuanzi faced off.

“Make your move!” The silent standoff was finally broken by Boca’s cold, measured words.

Mao Xuanzi’s fiery hair danced in the air, but he did not attack.

Boca continued, “Mao Xuanzi, there’s nothing left between us. No matter who wins or loses today, I’ll fight with everything I have!”

“Fine!” Mao Xuanzi replied icily, and the temperature around them soared to a boil.

Boca closed his eyes, and a rainbow shimmered around his body. “Orange Radiance!”

A surge of orange energy shot toward Mao Xuanzi, who met it with waves of blistering heat, splitting the arena into two distinct halves.

As for Luo Ye and Han Tianyue:

Sensing Luo Ye’s hesitation, Han Tianyue unleashed a relentless assault. Though not particularly powerful, the attacks drove Luo Ye steadily backward, until he was pressed to the very edge of the ring.

Watching from the sidelines, Instructor Song silently urged, “Now’s your chance—finish it quickly!”

It was as though the four fighters had all sensed his plea. Feng Shang burst out laughing, “Zuo Qi, just admit defeat!”

“Shameless!” Zuo Qi shot back, launching another attack. The storm howled forth, but Feng Shang met it head-on, the corners of his mouth quirking upward. “Actually, this is how you use a storm!”

He scattered the force of the tempest with lightning speed. “Wind is meant to blow people away!”

Resorting to his earlier tactic, Feng Shang tried to sweep Zuo Qi off the platform as he had with the strongman before. The fierce winds lifted Zuo Qi off his feet—

At that same instant, Fang Zhe plucked his strings, sending a colossal wave of sound crashing into Xin Zhong, who spat blood from his mouth—

“You’re no match for me!” Mao Xuanzi declared coldly, splitting the world in two with his power. His scorching palm-print shattered the orange radiance, driving straight toward Boca—

Luo Ye had already been forced to the brink by Han Tianyue, who was elated: “One final blow, and I’ll knock you out of the arena!” Han Tianyue unleashed his ultimate move, sending an icy blade hurtling toward Luo Ye. Luo Ye twisted the space before him, causing the ice blade to explode in midair. A frigid blast surged from the warped space, racing straight for Luo Ye.

Under the onslaught of the cold, Luo Ye’s body was sent flying—

“Enough!” Time seemed to freeze. A tremendous voice resounded from afar—the principal’s voice, carried across a thousand miles. The principal roared with fury, “What are you all waiting for?”

At the summons, Zuo Qi landed on the stage as quick as lightning.

Xin Zhong wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes wild, and struggled to his feet.

Boca vanished into thin air.

Luo Ye tore through space with his hands, reappearing behind Han Tianyue.

Feng Shang was left dumbstruck.

Fang Zhe stepped back half a pace.

A sinister smile crept across Mao Xuanzi’s face.

Han Tianyue felt that sudden shift in power bearing down upon him.

Instructor Song looked on, his complexion turning ashen.

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