Zhou Sining flew back down to the ground.
Mo Fan and Weston's fight had ended, as had Mu Nujiao and Ailin's.
They all had wounds of varying severity, including some horrifyingly large ones. The referee mages stood nearby, but the fighters had stopped them from coming closer.
After all, none of them wanted to leave the Treasure Hunting Space just yet.
Meeting Ailin's hostile gaze, Zhou Sining shook his head. "Don't be so tense. I promised Zhe Luo I wouldn't attack anyone on the British Team."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm. I had a great fight with Zhe Luo," Zhou Sining said.
As a fellow Mind Mage, Ailin could tell he meant it.
And even if Zhou Sining was lying, neither she nor Weston was in any shape to withstand an attack from him.
"Thank you." A breathtaking smile lit up Ailin's exhausted face.
"No problem. Which of you won?" Zhou Sining walked over to Mu Nujiao.
Ailin was worn out, and Mu Nujiao wasn't much better off.
Perhaps the two women had been gentler with each other, or perhaps neither had intended to go for the kill. Either way, they looked thoroughly drained, but their wounds were few and minor.
"We stopped before it went too far." Mu Nujiao took the water Zhou Sining handed her. "You and Zhe Luo were making such a commotion that we stopped fighting."
"I enjoyed our fight. If we'd kept going, I probably would've lost," Ailin said with a smile.
With her Water, Mind, and Light Elements, Ailin served as her team's defensive mage. Against a control mage like Mu Nujiao, she wasn't under overwhelming pressure, but she couldn't gain much of an advantage either.
"Don't say that... I'm not a Destruction Mage, after all. You might have worn down all my Magic Energy."
"The Magic