That scene left everyone present dumbfounded. Even the experienced referee didn't know whether he should step in or not.
One member of Dai Huabin's team had already been eliminated, while the remaining two were still fighting fiercely against Feng Piaoling's team.
They'd been beaten so badly that even their own mothers might not recognize them, yet they still gritted their teeth and refused to concede.
As long as the contestants' lives weren't in danger and neither side had admitted defeat, he wasn't supposed to intervene.
But this was far too brutal. They were beating each other way too savagely.
At last, even Qian Duoduo couldn't stand to watch any longer. "All right, that's enough. The match doesn't need to continue."
Only then did Feng Piaoling and the others stop. Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin, on the other hand, had been beaten within an inch of their lives.
Yan Shaozhe was delighted. He turned to look at Qian Duoduo and saw that Qian Duoduo's expression was thoroughly grim.
"Hahaha, Old Qian, thanks for the hundred High-Explosive Bombs. And forget about picking those students—you're not getting them. They're all from my Martial Soul Department. Hahaha..."
Yan Shaozhe was so happy he was beside himself.
Qian Duoduo said darkly, "We'll see about that..."
At first, when he'd seen Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he'd thought victory was assured. Who could have guessed that the kid called Feng Piaoling would come up with a tactic like that?
He'd repeatedly detonated the fireballs formed by his first Soul Skill at precisely the right moment, draining their Soul Power by sheer force.
That had left Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin helpless as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Having said his piece, Qian Duoduo swept away without even calling for Fan