"This is outrageous. How is this any different from a street brawl?"
Shi Potian moved to step forward and stop the melee, but the principal called out to him.
"Hold on, Teacher Shi. It's normal for children to roughhouse. Besides, they're all Spirit Martial Practitioners. A little fighting won't be as serious as you say. On the contrary, it can spur their desire to improve."
Just then, Qin Ming happened to pass by, and all the instructors turned to look at him.
"Why are you here?" Mo Lan asked doubtfully.
The Class One students she led were already fighting with others. Why had this guy not joined in?
Qin Ming had not exactly been passing by. He had originally been waiting for Li Zhihao's younger sister, Li Yanan, but he had not expected her to be accompanied by so many teachers and instructors. Most importantly, even the principal was there.
So he had circled around from another direction, but he had never expected to find this scene when he arrived.
Left with no choice, he could only force himself to step out.
"He came to wait for me, right, Brother Ming?" A young girl emerged from behind the group of instructors and stuck out her tongue at Qin Ming.
"Y-Yes, yes. I came to wait for Yanan."
Aside from the instructors, the remaining homeroom teachers, including the principal, more or less knew that the families behind the two intended to arrange a marriage between them.
Thus, after hearing the explanation, they did not pursue the matter further.
Just then, an enraged roar came from the other end of the Martial Arena.
"Die!!"
The young girl from earlier immediately found the voice very familiar.
"That's my brother? Li Zhihao? Who is he fighting? Do you know?" she asked Qin Ming, unable to believe that her brother could be furious to such an extent.
"Uh... he's our class monitor, Su Wuming. A Power Type."
Qin Ming spoke awkwardly. This really put him in a difficult position.
He knew Su Wuming's strength well. Li Zhihao was absolutely no match for him. The fact that they seemed evenly matched now could only mean that Su Wuming did not want to end the fight too soon and wanted to play around a little longer.
The problem was, who was he supposed to help?
Over here, the vast flock of firebirds Li Zhihao had unleashed had been easily neutralized by Su Wuming. Seeing the remaining firebirds about to be completely destroyed, Li Zhihao grew even more enraged.
His fury instantly reached its peak. The flames he unleashed turned even redder and more vivid, gathering above his head into a ghostly face formed from fire, its expression filled with rage.
This was also his most powerful attack. After using it, he would no longer be able to fight and could only be at the mercy of others.
"Principal, should we stop them? This is no longer a spar. Even if Su Wuming's Power Type has mutated, I'm afraid he won't be able to block this move. After all, Power Types ultimately fight with their bodies."
The speaker was Class Three's homeroom teacher. He understood Li Zhihao's abilities. Though his words seemed to be speaking up for Su Wuming, he was actually worried that using this move would consume an enormous amount of Li Zhihao's physical and mental strength.
Before the principal could speak, Instructor Mo Lan cut in.
"No need to stop it. A battle must have a winner and a loser. Since Su Wuming dared to fight him, he must bear all the consequences."
Li Yanan disagreed and was about to argue, but Qin Ming stopped her in time.
It was useless. That was simply Instructor Mo Lan's personality. Once she set her mind on something, no one could stop her.
"Heh~ Mo Lan, why do I get the feeling you think your student is guaranteed to win?"
Class Three's instructor, Rose, stepped forward as she spoke. Like Mo Lan, she was a woman, and one of the only two female instructors among the eight classes.
Unlike Mo Lan, Rose possessed a more seductive beauty, while Mo Lan was cold and proud. The two women formed a stark contrast, and their personalities were no different.
Within the organization, the two had often found each other disagreeable.
Sure enough, as soon as Rose spoke, Mo Lan immediately responded:
"Want to make a bet? Nothing too big—fifty Black Iron Beast Crystals."
"A bet it is. I don't care about such a small number of Beast Crystals."
As soon as their wager was settled, the battle in the Martial Arena reached its final moment.
By now, the students from the several classes who had been fighting in a chaotic mess had also stopped and all looked toward Su Wuming and Li Zhihao.
"Feel my rage! Die!!!"
After Li Zhihao roared those words, the ghostly face above his head also twisted into a ferocious roar. Flames spewed from its mouth as it flew toward Su Wuming.
Su Wuming's [Rubber Gatling] had just destroyed the last firebird. Seeing his opponent unleash his ultimate move, he was not the least bit flustered. As he retracted his arms, his head stretched backward dozens of meters.
At the same time, Armament Haki instantly wrapped around his head, giving him an authentic black face.
Since Li Zhihao had launched a ghost-face attack, then Su Wuming would give him a real point-blank strike.
[Rubber Bell]!!!
The elasticity of his Rubber Constitution instantly reached its limit. Su Wuming's entire head snapped back at terrifying speed, smashing toward the hideous ghostly face.
The watching students all blurted out, "Holy shit."
"Holy shit, this is what a real point-blank ultimate looks like!"
"That's like carving a hole in your own ass with a knife—what an eye-opener."
"Can this guy's ability make every part of his body longer?"
"That's right. Every part."
"Damn! All of a sudden, my ability doesn't seem so great anymore."
"..."
At the same time, Su Wuming's head collided with the ghostly face.
In that instant, everyone held their breath, including the principal and the others in the distance.
The scene of Su Wuming being defeated that they had imagined never appeared.
Instead, Su Wuming's head smashed through the ghostly face in a single crushing blow, bursting it into a shower of sparks in midair.
Su Wuming's momentum did not lessen in the slightest as he charged straight toward Li Zhihao.
The last image reflected in Li Zhihao's eyes was Su Wuming's incomparably black face. Then his whole body was sent flying backward, his nose bridge collapsing as a trail of blood sprayed through the air and landed on the snow with hissing sounds, releasing a small puff of white steam.
Yet Su Wuming did not stop. Instead, he grabbed the testing dummies on both sides and pulled himself backward. With a [Rubber Rocket], he shot directly in front of Li Zhihao, who had just hit the ground.
Then he raised his fist and greeted the other man's face with it. He had promised Zhao Qiansun that he would beat Li Zhihao until he looked just like him.
Keeping his word was Su Wuming's martial way.
Suddenly, Su Wuming sharply turned his head. His expression immediately darkened as Armament Haki covered his entire face once again. Someone had launched a sneak attack on him!
Immediately afterward, a sharp "ding" rang out, and Su Wuming's head and body tilted backward. Clearly, the blow had been quite powerful.
Fortunately, he braced himself against the ground with both hands in time, dispersing the force before quickly rising to his feet.
"Who the hell sneak-attacked me?!"
"It was me!"
A light, feminine voice came from not far away.
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