Stimulating Without Reservation

On the plains, all kinds of creatures were locked in chaotic battle. Blood of every color sprayed through the air, severed limbs and shredded flesh flying everywhere. It was a lively spectacle. Yet a thousand meters overhead, the scene was completely different. Here, even the air seemed frozen solid by ice. The oppressive silence clogged the throat, making it hard to breathe.

A group of academy students focused their gazes on the two blazing masses of purple flame, each like a sun.

One purple blaze was sinister, the other righteous. They collided and crushed against each other, producing strange crackling sounds. Those standing too close immediately felt their eardrums sting and their heads spin. They hurriedly retreated, only feeling better after backing away more than a thousand meters.

Wu Tian, the "Sky Cannon," Wu Mei, whose cheeks were swollen like a monkey's butt, and an unidentified male student also approached. The three watched Yin Kuang and Long Ming face off, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. Wu Tian and Wu Mei especially. Wu Tian recalled his assessment of Yin Kuang from several days ago and felt that he himself had been the "fucking idiot." How many fools were there in the academy? If Yin Kuang did not have what it took, would he dare face Long Ming? He was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole, bury himself in it, and never come out again. Wu Mei, meanwhile, felt more humiliation, along with suppressed fury and hatred. With her cheeks swollen, her upper and lower eyelids had nearly closed together. Yet the hatred in her eyes—the hatred that wanted to skin Yin Kuang alive and tear out his tendons—could not be concealed.

"Long time no see, Senior Long," Yin Kuang said at last, seemingly tired of the calm,