That Was Damn Exciting

"Slime Academy forfeits—Spirit Hall Team wins!"

The referee's shout exploded over the arena like thunder, declaring the official end of this blood-soaked match.

"Exciting! That was damn exciting!"

"This thick stench of blood makes my heart tremble just from smelling it!"

"That's right! My blood's boiling from watching—I can't wait to find someone to spar with!"

"A match where people can die is worthy of being called a true contest. Those academy matches are nothing but child's play!"

"The brats raised by academies are all so soft and delicate. How could they endure the storms of real blades and spears?"

"A couple of years ago, I ran into some newly graduated Spirit Masters. The moment they saw a few severed limbs, they hugged a pillar and vomited until they were bringing up bile!"

"Unless they're ruthless characters blessed with exceptional talent, ones who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood from childhood, what kid fresh out of school could withstand a scene like this?"

"This Spirit Master Competition can finally let those students raised in greenhouses have a proper taste of what a real battlefield of death is!"

Members of numerous sect teams gathered together and discussed the match, their words carrying a cold hint of schadenfreude.

In contrast, the academy teams were filled with pale-faced young men and women, the fear in their eyes nearly overflowing.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resting area, the atmosphere was so heavy it was hard to breathe.

"Someone... someone really died. And it was Zhuqing!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with shocked disbelief, and even her voice carried an imperceptible tremor.

"That person from Slime Academy—I'd advise you not to have too much contact with them. They... have a problem here."

Chen Ming pointed at his temple and