"He... he's dead."
Ma Hongjun's voice trembled.
"Dead."
Fu Wen nodded.
Ning Rongrong stood to one side, her face pale, but she did not vomit.
She looked at the corpses on the ground, then at Fu Wen's blood-covered hands. She gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Oscar landed on the ground, retracting his Light Wing. His legs trembled.
He looked at his hands. These hands had just kicked someone in the face, and that person had died.
"I... I killed someone too?"
"You didn't kill him."
Fu Wen's voice was calm.
"I killed him."
Oscar looked at him, his eyes reddening.
"Xiao Wen..."
"Don't say anything."
Fu Wen cut him off.
"Let's go. Back to the academy."
The four children turned and left.
Behind them, three corpses lay in pools of blood. People on the street watched from afar, but no one dared approach.
In the shadows, a gray figure rose from the rooftop, closed the notebook in his hand, glanced at the four children's retreating backs, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
He was a guard Ning Fengzhi had sent to secretly protect Ning Rongrong, an agility-type Soul Emperor.
He had watched the entire scene, but he had never intervened.
Because there had been no need.
Those four children were far stronger than he had imagined.
Especially that one called Fu Wen—he killed decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
He took out a pen and wrote several lines in his notebook: "Today, the young lady and three classmates encountered provocation from three Soul Elders in Suotuo City. The young lady responded calmly. Oscar launched an aerial sneak attack, Ma Hongjun suppressed them from range, and Fu Wen led the frontal assault. The four worked together to kill the three Soul Elders. The young lady was unharmed and emotionally