Let's Have Another Match Next Time...

"—!"

A terrifying killing intent surged from Fang Li like raging seas, all of it transforming into a tangible pressure that enveloped Wu Xiaohui. Wu Xiaohui's entire body stiffened, and he could no longer move.

It was not only Wu Xiaohui. Even the students in the surrounding stands were affected, as though Death had seized their hearts in a tight grip. Their bodies trembled, and expressions of utter horror appeared on their faces.

"Junior... Junior Brother?"

Zhao Hufeng and Cecily's expressions froze.

"He... He..."

Li Shenyun and Li Shenhua's faces turned pale.

"Hoho..."

Even Fan Xinglu narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression becoming serious.

Given that, there was no need to explain how Wu Xiaohui, who was directly bearing all of Fang Li's killing intent, felt.

At that moment, Wu Xiaohui had only one thought.

What terrifying killing intent was this?

What had his junior brother experienced in the past to possess killing intent of this magnitude?

Murder?

But how many people would one have to kill to achieve this?

Wu Xiaohui did not know.

Wu Xiaohui only knew that, at this moment, the most dangerous person imaginable had set his sights on him.

Only now had Fang Li finally prepared to get serious.

And Wu Xiaohui had not noticed.

While he was frozen in place by that horrifying killing intent, a hand had silently pressed against his abdomen.

"Flash Sheath—Flower Mirror..."

As that soft voice drifted into Wu Xiaohui's ears, an astonishing force erupted from his abdomen.

"Boom—!"

Accompanied by that dull explosive sound, Wu Xiaohui felt a terrifying force burst directly inside his body. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body was sent flying like a ball, shooting backward like a cannonball.

Intense pain spread through Wu Xiaohui's body.

It felt no