Shura Field! Gu Yue and Tang Wulin's Breakup

"Co... coincidence?"

Xie Xie stood off the stage, the corner of his mouth twitching violently.

He looked at the unconscious Zhou Changxi on the arena, then at the bewildered Lin An, with only one thought left in his mind—this actually worked?

Zhou Changxi was an eleventh-rank power attack system soul master.

He rushed up, slipped, and knocked himself out.

He crawled up, forcibly urged his soul power, and ended up gasping for air and vomiting blood.

From start to finish, Lin An hadn't even moved a finger.

A perfectly healthy person had just managed to wreck himself like that.

The students around the arena looked at each other in dismay.

"What... what is this supposed to be?"

"Did Zhou Changxi not sleep well last night?"

"Can you vomit blood from running just because you didn't sleep well? Do you vomit blood when you don't sleep well?"

A buzzing sound of discussion rose up.

Lin An looked down at Zhou Changxi, who was sprawled in the corner of the arena.

He walked forward slowly.

He crouched down, reached out, and tapped the other boy's head with his knuckles.

No reaction.

He tapped again.

Still no reaction.

It wasn't a fake faint; he was truly knocked out cold.

Lin An sighed inwardly.

I was just starting to get fired up.

And this is all you've got?

He stood up and turned toward Wu Zhangkong at the edge of the arena.

"Teacher Wu, does this count as my win?"

His tone was calm, tinged with a hint of confusion.

The corner of Wu Zhangkong's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He stared at Lin An for three seconds.

His gaze then swept over Zhou Changxi on the ground.

He couldn't see anything peculiar.

No soul power fluctuations, no hidden soul skills.

He could only curse silently—Zhou Changxi was just too trash.

"It counts."

Wu Zhangkong spat out the word coldly.

He picked up his pen and made a mark on the recording board.

"Next group."

Lin An walked off the arena.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, his peripheral vision caught the surging elemental storm on the arena to the side.

Over there, the fight had begun.

It was a one-sided crushing by Gu Yue.

Flames rose like wild dragons.

Ice cones poured down like a rainstorm.

Wind blades sliced through the air, emitting sharp whistles.

Various large-scale elemental attacks bombarded Tang Wulin.

The arena floor was riddled with holes.

Tang Wulin dodged in a sorry state.

His school uniform was burnt with several holes, a thin layer of ice clung to his left arm, and the pant leg of his right leg had been sliced open by a wind blade, blood soaking the fabric red.

The skin on his face was scraped, and a small tuft of his hair was singed.

He looked completely disheveled.

"Surrender."

Gu Yue stood at the center of the elemental storm.

Her silver hair was whipped up by the air currents, her violet eyes icy.

"You are no match for me."

She paused, a faint, cold sneer tugging at the corner of her lips.

"And Lin An is not someone a person like you should be coveting."

Tang Wulin braced his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

He lifted his head.

Sweat blurred his vision, yet a flicker of fire ignited deep within his eyes.

"I won't surrender."

He spoke each word slowly, his voice raspy yet as stubborn as a stone.

He didn't know why, but he simply refused to bow his head to her.

If this were in the past, he certainly would have conceded.

But right now, he just wouldn't.

Why should he?

Why should he have to admit defeat?

He let out a fierce roar, and faint golden patterns began to emerge beneath his skin.

Like a frenzied beast, he charged toward Gu Yue.

Gu Yue didn't even lift an eyelid.

Before her, a blazing light of elemental energy suddenly detonated.

BOOM—

Tang Wulin's body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, slammed away with brutal force.

He crashed into the edge of the arena, bounced once, and rolled half a turn before coming to a stop.

He let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Gu Yue lifted her foot, preparing to step forward.

A hand blocked her path.

"That's enough."

Wu Zhangkong's voice was as cold as ice.

"Your willpower is commendable."

He tilted his head to glance at Tang Wulin, who was struggling to climb back to his feet, his tone devoid of warmth.

"But to fight to the death when you know you are outmatched is a stupidity called hot-bloodedness. In actual combat, it is nothing more than throwing your life away for nothing."

His gaze shifted back to Gu Yue, then swept toward Lin An beneath the arena.

"If this affects your future path of cultivation, you are simply cutting off your own prospects."

His voice grew colder still.

Wu Zhangkong had originally held the highest expectations for Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

One was honest and steady, the other possessed exceptional talent.

But at this moment, these two students, his best, were both revolving around an outsider.

Infatuated and turned into enemies.

Gu Yue let out a cold snort.

She did not look at Wu Zhangkong, nor did she pay any more attention to Tang Wulin.

She turned and leaped off the arena, her silver hair whipping into a sharp arc.

Her footsteps were light, and the icy killing intent from moments ago had vanished without a trace.

In her eyes, Tang Wulin was a dead man sooner or later.

The only difference was when she decided to reclaim the Golden Dragon King bloodline.

For now, there were more important matters.

"Wife! Are you alright? Were you hurt?"

Gu Yue rushed to Lin An, grabbing his arms with both hands to inspect him from top to bottom.

She traced from his shoulders to his wrists, then back from his wrists to his shoulders, her fingertips gliding back and forth against the fabric of his shirt.

On the surface, she was checking for injuries, but the suspicious flush on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

So slender.

So soft.

It felt just as good as it looked.

Lin An did not answer immediately.

His gaze drifted past Gu Yue's shoulder, landing on Tang Wulin as he was lifted onto a stretcher.

Tang Wulin lay on the stretcher, his face covered in blood and grime, his arms wrapped in bandages, his chest rising and falling weakly.

His school uniform was riddled with holes, and his exposed skin was covered in burns and frostbite.

"You went too hard."

Lin An withdrew his gaze, his brows furrowed slightly.

If not for the Golden Dragon King bloodline holding him together, Tang Wulin would likely be a corpse by now.

Gu Yue remained silent.

She followed Lin An's gaze.

A dark, murky light flashed through her purple eyes.

Jealousy, coldness, and irrepressible killing intent.

It seemed the power of the Golden Dragon King would have to be reclaimed sooner than expected.

She could not let the Dragon Queen fall any deeper.

She calculated in her heart.

Although the Dragon Queen did not outwardly reject her advances, that was as far as it went.

He seemed to care far more about Tang Wulin.

Damn it!

Was it really because of gender?

Was it because she wasn't a man and couldn't give the Dragon Queen true happiness that he remained so indifferent to her?

Gu Yue was furious, yet she felt helpless.

She had already chosen a female form when she first took human shape; changing it now would not be simple.

She would have to go to the hospital in a few days to see if the technology of the human world could manage it.

Lin An suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He turned his head to look at Gu Yue.

The young girl wore a sweet smile on her face, and seeing Lin An look over, she immediately opened her arms, begging for a hug.

"Wife~"

Her voice was so soft it could drip honey.

Was it just his imagination?

Lin An muttered to himself.

Heaven's Favor allowed him to keenly sense an impending crisis.

But he never imagined... that Gu Yue was actually thinking of "chiseling" him.

The subsequent rounds of matches moved at a rapid pace.

Xie Xie faced off against Gu Yue.

On the arena, Xie Xie gripped his daggers, his figure flickering as he pushed his speed to the limit, filling the stage with afterimages.

But Gu Yue simply stood there.

She didn't even release her soul rings.

With a casual wave of her hand, a wall of fire swept across the arena.

With another wave, ice spikes poured down like a torrential rain.

Xie Xie's afterimages were shattered one by one, forcing his true form to reveal itself.

"I forfeit."

Xie Xie raised his hands cleanly and decisively.

He jumped off the arena, brushed the dust off his clothes, and kept his expression calm.

He couldn't win.

There was no need to humiliate himself.