The invisible Sword Qi whistled and darted through the air, unleashing an unbroken chorus of clear sword chimes.
Swish, swish, swish, swish—
The arms of more than sixty students on the outskirts, the ones holding weapons, were severed in an instant.
Bright red blood sprayed like fountains, and the stench of blood spread through the sword formation.
They froze for a moment, and then...
"Ah—!"
"My hand! My hand!"
"Help me—!"
Han Che and the twenty or so people beside him were unharmed, but their minds had already reached the brink of collapse.
They knew that Li Wei had not attacked them. It was absolutely not because she wanted to let them off.
A look at who they were told the whole story...
These people were either members of Han Che's team,
or students who had viciously abused the Military Martial Artist during the earlier ten-man battle.
As he watched Li Wei approach step by step, Han Che finally broke down.
"Crazy... crazy..."
He muttered the words twice before suddenly throwing back his head and shouting:
"Grandpa, save me—!"
Save me—!
Me~!
His bloodcurdling cries echoed through the arena, but the only response was the howling wind sweeping through the simulated Gobi Desert.
When Li Wei saw him use the "Great Summoning Technique," she even waited leisurely for a few seconds.
She wanted to see whether the classic webnovel scenario of beating up the younger one only for the older one to come along would actually happen.
Unexpectedly, while she waited, Han Che's backer never showed up. Instead, she was greeted by a burst of rough, hearty laughter.
"Wahahahaha—!"
The laughter boomed like thunder, shaking heaven and earth. The entire arena seemed to tremble slightly.
Li Wei covered her ears, somewhat stunned.
After more than ten seconds,