"Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"
The piercing, unmistakable sound rang out, drawing the attention of everyone nearby once again.
"Holy shit, what's making that horrible noise?"
"It sounds like a whole flock of birds! My eardrums feel like they're about to burst. I've got goosebumps!"
"It's that guy over there again. Why is his lightning element so weird? That's nothing like ordinary lightning magic."
"Yeah... fuck! You little bastard, you attacked while I was distracted! I'll make you pay!"
Both disturbances in Arena No. 30 had brought plenty of outside interference into the matches. Some contestants had even been ambushed while distracted and lost outright.
There was no helping it. Both times Mo Xie had acted, he had caused such a commotion that ignoring him was impossible!
Chidori's cries still echoed in his ears. Purple-black lightning enveloped his entire hand, arcs spreading outward and illuminating his icy face and the wild grin curling across it.
He gripped his right wrist with his left hand, turned his palm downward, and bent slightly, lowering his center of gravity into a sprinter's starting stance.
The next second, Mo Xie stamped down hard and vanished in a streak of purple-black lightning, leaving only a spiderweb of cracks behind.
A powerful rush of air swept through with a piercing crack. A purple-black afterimage flashed into view, charging straight toward Xiao Haoxuan.
Overhead, Heavenly Flame Funeral continued unabated. Masses of fiercely burning flames rained down, as dense as a torrential downpour!
Most people would have fled the area or used Defensive Magic and defensive magic tools. But Mo Xie was no ordinary person. He chose to meet the danger head-on and take down the mage casting the advanced-level spell.
Everyone in the spectator stands and nearby looked stunned as they watched Mo Xie charge into Heavenly Flame Funeral's