Mao Zimiao was watching the match between Wu Shiqin and Ai Changyuan with rapt attention. After Wang Qi gained an absolute advantage, she shifted her attention away from his match and began worrying about her other friend instead.
As for "Xiao Qi is really amazing," she believed it without the slightest doubt.
At that moment, an unexpected commotion startled the girl. Her ears twitched, and she heard people around her shouting, "Not good! That guy is going to use a perish-together fighting style!"
As if by instinct, Mao Zimiao immediately looked toward Wang Qi.
Then, she happened to see Hu Jianhao's avatar charge toward Wang Qi and self-destruct.
A torrent of light surged toward everyone. The spiritual power with any real destructive force had already been blocked by the talisman array surrounding the arena; all that met everyone's eyes was endless light.
Wang Zhenqi beside Mao Zimiao had her eyes hurt by the glare and let out a whimper. "Roo... my eyes hurt so much!"
"Ahhh! My eyes!"
"I can't see!"
Similar cries of agony rang out all around them.
Mao Zimiao supported Wang Zhenqi, whose eyes had been dazzled by the light. She was a cat Half-Demon, and her pupils were especially adept at changing. When the intense light struck, her pupils automatically narrowed, so she was not harmed much.
Wang Zhenqi gripped Mao Zimiao's hand. "A-Miao, my eyes hurt so much, roo... Seriously, why would anyone want to fight like that? It's such a pity Wang Qi lost. I thought he could win, roo."
"Not yet, meow." Mao Zimiao's voice was very calm. "The arena array hasn't reacted. It only blocked the aftershock. Xiao Qi hasn't lost yet, meow."
The intense light gradually faded. Those who had not looked directly at it, and whose attention had been drawn