Chapter Forty-Seven: The Sudden Surge of Power

“Be careful now, we’re going all out!” Left Qi, Xin Zhong, Boca, and Luo Night spoke coldly, as if transformed into entirely different people.

Feng Shang and Fang Zhe wore expressions of shock.

Mao Xuanzi replied with equal chill, “I’ve been waiting for you to give it your all!”

Han Tianyue thought to himself, “This must be the reason Mao Xuanzi wanted to withdraw earlier!”

“Let’s end this.” Left Qi gazed at the sky, closed his eyes, and in the next instant, Feng Shang was swept twenty meters into the air by a raging storm. Left Qi appeared above him like lightning, unleashed a tremendous cyclone, and a massive crater opened on the ground.

“Aaah!” A scream echoed throughout the arena. Feng Shang lay in the pit, his body battered and bloodied, gasping desperately for breath.

Left Qi landed steadily, walking away without a backward glance.

Teacher Song hurried forward, cradling Feng Shang, who had already slipped into unconsciousness.

Fang Zhe heard the agonized cry, turned toward Feng Shang’s platform, and terror twisted his face.

“Now it’s your turn,” Xin Zhong said coldly, fixing his gaze on Fang Zhe.

Fang Zhe snapped back to attention.

“Are you ready?” Xin Zhong sneered.

A shiver ran through Fang Zhe.

“Funeral!” Xin Zhong extended a finger, and a colossal claw descended from above.

Fang Zhe struck his zither strings in defense.

Xin Zhong dismissed him with a single gesture; before the sound waves could even form, a gaping hole had already been pierced through Fang Zhe’s chest.

“Aaah!” Another scream rang out. Fang Zhe clutched his zither, collapsing in a pool of blood.

Teacher Song, who had just picked up Feng Shang, rushed over, and Fang Zhe hovered on the brink of death.

“How can you be so ruthless!” Mao Xuanzi roared, furious as he watched his companions reduced to breathless wrecks.

“They simply weren’t skilled enough,” Boca replied calmly.

“Let’s turn up the heat!” Mao Xuanzi’s fiery hair blazed like an inferno, the temperature rising all around.

Boca remained tranquil. “Mao Xuanzi, I am no longer who I once was. You’d best be careful!”

“Hate! Boca, come at me!” The sky over Mao Xuanzi’s side erupted into a sea of fire.

As for Luo Night and Han Tianyue—

Luo Night declared, “Han Tianyue, you’re doomed to lose!”

Han Tianyue glanced back at Feng Shang and Fang Zhe’s platform, anger burning in his eyes. “We can accept defeat, but you cannot accept victory!”

With every step Han Tianyue took towards Luo Night, it was as if a glacier moved closer.

Luo Night thrust his hands into the space around him and shouted, “Shatter, all of it!” Instantly, the entire space fractured into countless shards.

Below the platform, Teacher Song cradled Feng Shang in one arm and Fang Zhe in the other, thinking, “Mao Xuanzi, Han Tianyue, you may refuse the Spring Elixir, but remember—know when to stop!”

“Hurry, get them to the infirmary!”

Several teachers stepped forward, lifting Feng Shang and Fang Zhe and carrying them from the arena.

Teacher Song cast one last look at Mao Xuanzi and Han Tianyue, then followed Feng Shang and Fang Zhe out.

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