In the spectator stands of Heaven Dou City's Great Soul Arena, the atmosphere had long surpassed the bounds of a mere match. Ma Hongjun gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white from the force, Phoenix Flame flickering uncontrollably in his palm—when Mo Xuan's Black Flame Dragon Claw had struck at Lin Zhixia, he had nearly leaped to his feet at once. If Flender had not firmly held down his shoulder, he would have already rushed onto the arena.
"Dean! Let me go! That bastard dared to hurt Zhi Xia! I'll burn him!" Ma Hongjun roared, his eyes red-rimmed. Oscar stood beside him, his usually smiling face now icy cold. Several Recovery Sausages had formed in his hand, yet they trembled slightly from his nerves—he knew ordinary Recovery Sausages could not counter the corrosion of black flames. He could only watch as Jiang Zhu's healing Soul Power was devoured bit by bit.
In the VIP seats, Liu Erlong's Martial Soul had already half-possessed her body beyond her control. Dragon scales crept across her cheeks as she clenched her fists, blood seeping between her fingers. "Xiaogang! We can't just watch Zhi Xia get bullied! Those little bastards from Canglan Academy—I'll tear them apart!" Yu Xiaogang's face was livid, his gaze fixed firmly on the arena, his hands clenched at his sides until his knuckles whitened—he wanted to rush down there, wanted to end the match immediately, but he knew that if they intervened, Shrek would be declared to have forfeited, and Zhi Xia's injuries would have been suffered for nothing.
Flender pressed a hand to Liu Erlong's shoulder, his voice low but resolute. "Erlong, calm down! Little San and the others won't let Zhi Xia suffer for nothing! If we go down there now, we'll only disrupt their rhythm!" Even so, his