Olivia watched the battle in silence. He Piaojian had no chance to provoke her verbally, but he had at least revealed a little bit of his abilities.
However, based on this alone, they still couldn't deduce the opponent's specific abilities. This guy's fighting style was insane; he pretended to attack to prevent the blind man from changing the shared abilities, and then in an instant, he didn't hesitate to break his own arm.
The sudden pain momentarily blinded the man, leaving him only with a desperate desire to end the pain and terminate the shared experience. His opponent quickly seized this opening, elbowing him until he was knocked unconscious.
She glanced at her students. "What have you figured out?"
"Like berserkers, they possess lightning-fast healing and savage strength, but berserkers shouldn't have such heightened senses. Their abilities mainly lie in their fearlessness of pain and death; most are simple-minded, physically strong individuals."
"Let's wait and see. It would be best if we could win early. If not, there are still four matches left, which will expose more of his true strength. I don't believe he can hide it forever."
As predicted, He Piaojian didn't reveal any useful abilities in the next four matches.
Weiyang chuckled softly, picked up a dessert, and said to Olivia, "Oh dear, he might really get wiped out six at once. Honestly, he doesn't even know how to hold back."
"Hmph." Olivia snorted angrily, secretly handing something to one of her students.
Weiyang tapped the table again, a meaningful smile appearing on his face, but didn't pay any more attention to it.
"Oh, last one. Hurry up, finish this and go home for dinner."
"Leonard Rost." Rost entered the arena and announced his name.
Then, he cut his palm, and blood flowed down his fingertips, forming a long sword.
He Piaojian raised an eyebrow. To him, the other party wielding a sword in front of him was purely a case of hobby meeting professional, and he could beat him so badly that his parents wouldn't recognize him.
Rost slashed vertically, and a blood-red sword aura grazed past He Piaojian, without harming him in the slightest.
Rost frowned. He had clearly aimed at He Piaojian, so why was the sword deflecting?
Of course, this sword energy can also be used as a feint, the sword energy scattered into drops of blood, turning into sharp blades, and turning to attack He Piaojian's back.
He Piaojian stood still, a smile playing on his lips as if mocking Rost for missing his target, oblivious to what was behind him.
As the sharp blade struck He Piaojian, Rost felt a surge of joy.
Haha, it worked!
The next second, his face was grabbed and slammed to the ground.
"You can't even hide your thoughts, yet you resort to assassination?" He Piaojian mocked with a smile.
Like a harpy, Rost twisted and broke free. The longsword slashed mercilessly at He Piaojian's neck.
Unexpectedly, the sword in his hand stopped abruptly just before reaching He Piaojian's neck, and he lost control of it. He Piaojian grabbed the hilt and snatched the sword away.
Rost's pupils dilated, and with a clench of his fist, the blood swords scattered from He Piaojian's hand, forming a blood ring that encircled Rost's sides.
"Speaking of which, are you anemic from playing like this?" He Piaojian chatted idly, completely oblivious to any sense of urgency.
Rost didn't respond; he manipulated his blood, unleashing various attacks at He Piaojian.
"All flashy and boring."
He Piaojian took out a few leaves from his pocket and threw them at the attacks. Before the attacks could change direction, they were shattered by the leaves.
Blood exploded in the air and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Rost hardened his heart and caused more injuries, with large amounts of blood dripping down.
Blood condensed into a giant axe, so large it covered the entire arena, and cleaved down fiercely, leaving no escape.
"That's a pretty good move, but won't it cause excessive blood loss?" He Piaojian commented seriously.
"Go to hell." Rost swung his arm down.
"What do you mean 'die'?" He Piaojian didn't choose to run away; he rushed directly to Rost's vicinity.
Rost was stunned. This... this doesn't seem right.
The giant axe was aimed at He Piaojian. If He Piaojian got close enough to him, even on this small arena, the giant axe would still be able to strike him.
"Damn it!" This strike was quite powerful; with Olivia's command, each blow was aimed at killing He Piaojian.
If he can't dodge this attack, he'll die too!
As the giant axe drew near, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to deflect the attack. The power backfired, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking up, he saw He Piaojian grinning slyly. He swallowed what Olivia had given him, and a powerful aura suddenly surged forth. His ability level climbed steadily until it reached the Fusion Realm before stopping.
The drug's side effects could be fatal, and he didn't want to take it. But this guy in front of him had to die; it was Miss Olivia's order!
"You're doing drugs during the game? Are you a sore loser?"
Rost struggled to raise his arm and clench his fist in front of He Piaojian. The next instant, blood-red thorns exploded from He Piaojian's body, piercing him like a He Piaojian.
Having broken through to the Fusion Realm, Rost can manipulate the blood of others.
"Ouch... it hurts so much... You're anemic yourself, do you want me to be like you?"
Rost was shocked; he hadn't expected He Piaojian to still be alive after all that.
He Piaojian, in his Being Shameless Is Invincible, is unkillable.
Rost coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He saw He Piaojian stand up straight, looking down at him with disdain. "Rost, a student of the Serbia Academy, attempted to kill a competitor on the competition field..."
He Piaojian also unleashed the oppressive aura of his true power, pinning Rost to the ground. "By the [Eight Trigrams] judgment, this crime is established, death."
"What?"
All the leaves in He Piaojian's pocket flew out, aimed at Rost, and precisely sliced through his body.
"What are you doing?!" Olivia stood up agitatedly and questioned Weiyang.
Weiyang scratched his head, feigning ignorance. "Wow, one against six, amazing!"
"Don't play dumb with me, Weiyang. You must give me an explanation, or my family will not let you off!"
"Isn't it clear that your students want to kill their opponents, to kill our China people?"
"And what about you? You actually broke the rules you set and let a cultivator at the Fusion Realm sneak in."
"These rules only specify age, but not ability."
"An 18-year-old at the Fusion Realm? You're kidding me!" Olivia persisted.
No, he really is only 18.
Olivia was furious and rushed into the ring herself. They had lost one genius; the other absolutely could not survive.
She activated her mental abilities, using charm and control. But He Piaojian was completely unaffected, manipulating the leaves to attack.
"So you're trying to poach our customers? Don't you even know if you're qualified?"
As the leaves attacked, Olivia activated her defensive items, instantly pulling her away from danger.
The next moment, a gigantic phantom in the sky enveloped and surrounded the area, and a majestic voice rang out. "Insolence."
"Father!" Olivia cried out excitedly.
Dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared. Intense lightning struck the arena like rain, only to vanish abruptly in mid-air, leaving only ripples on the surface.
The Weiyang stood in the sky, looking up at the giant in the dark clouds. "Such a big person bullying a junior, do you really think there's no one in China?"