"Oh, all right."
Zhou Sining smiled faintly and waved a hand casually. The Star Constellation abruptly collapsed, dissolving into specks of starlight that faded into the air.
Within a few breaths, Zhou Sining withdrew the overwhelming flame domain, leaving behind nothing but scorched, searing sand and stone.
The coach of Australia's National Pavilion froze, staring at Zhou Sining a short distance ahead, unable to believe what he had just seen.
One moment, his power had been surging unstoppably; the next, he had brought everything to a standstill!
Even if his opponent had meant well from the start, that terrifying degree of control was far beyond what an ordinary mage could achieve...
The Australian Pavilion Coach snapped out of his daze, turned, and ran to the other side of the Arena.
Liao and the other three were badly injured. Their bodies were charred black, and they had already lost consciousness.
"How are the four of them?" the Australian Pavilion Coach asked the Healing Mage anxiously.
"That Chinese mage's flames are extremely powerful. The fire has invaded their bodies, so I'm afraid they'll need some time to recover," the Healing Mage said gravely.
"But Liao is supposed to join the National Team in three days..."
"See if you can discuss it with the mentors. The injuries themselves aren't the main concern. What matters is the fire inside him—it's having a serious effect on Liao. Those flames are very persistent. Unless an Advanced Healing Mage intervenes, he won't recover anytime soon," the Healing Mage said.
"Damn it! That Chinese guy didn't even know when to stop!" an Australian Pavilion team member fumed nearby.
To them, Liao was their respected captain and older brother. He had been on the verge of joining the Main Team, only to have it delayed by his sparring match