What had originally been a booming "fighting tournament" was suspended because of the "accident" during the intermission. Judging from how most of the spectators had remained instead of leaving, similar incidents had probably occurred in previous "fighting tournaments."
This was the Void. Although it appeared to possess numerous splendid civilizations, advanced technology, and flourishing supernatural powers, the opposite was true here: the law of the jungle reigned. The weak were preyed upon by the strong.
At the spellcasters' seats, Su Xiao was just about to leave when several spellcasters blocked his path. The leader was Rune.
"Saint Flame, where are you going?"
Rune spoke with a smile.
"Oh? You're not calling me Mr. Saint Flame anymore?"
Su Xiao looked at Rune's smiling face. From the other man's attitude, he could actually tell a lot.
"Of course not. Look at this mouth of mine—I just called you by the wrong title out of habit..."
Rune had only spoken halfway when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly and then squeezed with all its might.
Although Rune was suffocating in pain, his scalp prickling, his expression remained unchanged. He still smiled as he said, "Mr. Saint Flame, this... isn't very appropriate, is it?"
Given Rune's intelligence, he naturally knew that he had probably been poisoned. Apothecaries were not only good at concocting enhancement potions; brewing deadly poisons was also something most apothecaries excelled at.
"Lead the way."
Su Xiao spoke in his usual tone, as if he had not understood what Rune was implying.
"All right."
Rune's face was covered in cold sweat. He snapped his fingers, and in the next second, he, his two spellcaster companions, and Su Xiao appeared on the third floor of the lakeside dormitory,