Chapter Nineteen: Bloody Battle with Fang Yan (4)

Fang Yan, after tumbling several times on the arena stage, collapsed at its edge. Below him was the Earth Tier Class's camp. Blood continuously spurted from his mouth, his nose bridge completely shattered. His face, covered in blood, lay there right in front of the Earth Tier Class.

The excessively gory scene made everyone in the Earth Tier Class feel nauseous. Several female students vomited on the spot, and even some male students' faces twitched.

Nangong Qi, standing at the front, had a grim expression. He didn't care how severely Fang Yan was injured, nor did he care if he lived or died. What he cared about was that this match, which they couldn't afford to lose, was about to end in defeat.

Looking at Fang Yan lying in front of him, continuously spitting blood from his mouth, a surge of malice rose in Nangong Qi. This match absolutely could not be lost. This was about the dignity of Nangong Family's eldest son. He had boasted extensively beforehand; if he lost today, he truly wouldn't be able to hold his head up again.

"Fang Yan, take the Blood Demon Pill! Kill that Hao Meng."

After his eyes flickered several times, Nangong Qi stared at Fang Yan in front of him and said fiercely.

"Pfft, I..."

Upon hearing Nangong Qi's words, Fang Yan's face changed drastically, his pupils constricting as if he had heard something extremely terrifying. Then, his eyes pleaded and despaired.

"Don't forget, Fang Yan, your entire family is completely in the hands of my Nangong Family. And your sister, don't you want to save her?"

Seeing Fang Yan hesitate and remain motionless, Nangong Qi stepped forward, came to his ear, and said this calmly.

Hao Meng gasped for air, his arms hanging down, clearly exhausted. The fifth stance of the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist was the strongest move one could master before the Core Formation Realm. Even with his current strength, unleashing it required his full effort. Fortunately, he had ultimately won.

Just as Hao Meng adjusted his breathing and was about to check on Fang Yan's injuries, a drastic change occurred. Fang Yan, who had been lying there unable to move, suddenly emitted an astonishing blood energy. The blood energy was intensely potent, incomparable to before.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, Fang Yan, who had lost his combat ability, actually stood up. The blood energy surrounding him had completely solidified, and his eyes were completely covered in red. The immense pressure made the spectators in the front rows feel suffocated.

"This feeling... it's the Blood Demon Pill. This kind of pill harms the enemy while also severely damaging oneself. To use such a formidable item for an academy match... Brother Mu, aren't you going to stop their fight? If this continues, one of them is bound to die."

Elder Qin recognized the reason for Fang Yan's transformation at this moment and asked Mu Bai beside him.

"Indeed, the performance of both these individuals has been more than sufficient. There's no need to ruin both their futures for the sake of one match. I will go down and stop the competition. The result will be declared a draw."

Mu Bai pondered for a moment and made up his mind. The outcome was no longer important given how far these two had fought.

"Wait."

Just as Mu Bai stood up, intending to leap off the spectator stand to stop the fight, a low voice sounded. Turning his head, he saw it was the Grand Elder of the Nangong Family speaking.

"Teacher Mu, I believe stopping this class competition would be somewhat inappropriate. The rules for class competitions were set by Dean Li, and no one is allowed to interfere with the students' fights. We are cultivating immortal cultivation talents, not delicate flowers. They will all have to gallop across the perilous Immortal Realm in the future; will they ask enemies to stop then? This rule has never been broken in so many years. I believe it's best to let these two youngsters determine the victor themselves."

The Nangong Grand Elder spoke these words with ease, but in reality, he invoked the academy rules set by Li Yubai. With the Dean himself absent, who would dare to break the academy's rules? Even an outer sect elder from the Xuantian Sword Sect's proposal would not be accepted.

Indeed, Mu Bai, who had already stood up, froze. Qinglan Academy had always adhered to a martial spirit since its establishment. The class competitions had always been a stage for the academy's students to showcase their strongest selves. As long as one did not concede, it represented taking responsibility for all the consequences of the battle. Absolutely no one could interfere with the match. If he were to act today, he would be destroying a tradition of many years. Thinking of this, Mu Bai could only hesitate.

While the spectator stands were still in heated debate, the blood-colored Fang Yan had already made his move. The crimson long saber cleaved through the air, and a massive blood-colored saber energy flew directly towards Hao Meng. With no time to react, he pulled out a handful of Qi Replenishing Pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them directly without even chewing. Then, he rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the saber strike.

Looking at Fang Yan, who was now almost a bloody figure in front of him, Hao Meng's expression turned serious. The opponent had somehow recovered his injuries and significantly boosted his strength. On the other hand, he was still suffering from the after-effects of the fifth stance of the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist. His hands could barely exert force now, let alone engage in combat.

What to do, what to do, what to do?

Will I ultimately lose? Hao Meng repeatedly dodged the saber energy attacks from the blood-colored Fang Yan. A glance flashed towards the Profound Tier Class's camp below. Amidst the anxious eyes, a figure in white stood out. The young man looking at him had no panic or worry in his eyes; his gaze was calm yet incredibly firm.

Li Mu watched Hao Meng, who was completely on the defensive on the stage, feeling anxious. But he absolutely could not show it. If even he lost confidence, Senior Hao would truly be helpless.

There are still trump cards, still hidden moves. Hold on, Senior. Now, only by burning all bridges can we turn the tide.

Li Mu's fists clenched tighter and tighter, but the gaze he projected became stronger and stronger. Looking at his scarred but still all-out effort Senior, a surge of passion could no longer be suppressed.

"Senior! Keep it up! Profound Tier Class! Victory is ours!"

Li Mu shouted the first cry, then the second, then the third.

The Profound Tier Class students behind him began to shout one after another! Their shouts carried the unyielding spirit that had been suppressed deep within them for years, the pride that had been tempered by being looked down upon and frustrated. Their shouts echoed throughout the entire campus.

Gradually, even some students from the Heaven Tier Class began to join in the shouting. The sound waves surged, and everything converged into a tremendous force that was transmitted to Hao Meng.

Dodging another potentially fatal saber energy attack, Hao Meng flashed and landed at the edge of the arena. Listening to the sky-shattering cheers of encouragement, a surge of heroic spirit also welled up in his heart.

I, Hao Meng, began cultivating at the age of five. At ten, I mastered the family's ultimate technique, the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist, to its fifth stance. For ten years, I cultivated daily without a single moment of slack. Heaven has tempered my will, allowing me to solidify my foundation before the Core Formation Realm. I, Hao Meng, have no complaints.

But today, I do not represent myself. I represent all the students in Qinglan Academy who are oppressed and ignored but are still striving. Therefore, I cannot lose. Today, no one can stop me. Even if Heaven stands in my way, I will shatter it!