Combat Space,
Mutilated corpses lay everywhere, weapons scattered across the ground, which was covered in a layer of bright red blood.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
One foot after another stomped down, sending blood splashing.
"Li Qingshan, stop right there!"
"Chase him! Don't let that chief culprit get away!"
"Kill! Even if we give up first place, we have to make Li Qingshan die beneath a storm of blades!"
Shouts of killing rose and fell one after another.
More than a hundred students, their eyes bloodshot and longswords raised high, chased tightly after Li Qingshan.
A hundred meters away,
Li Qingshan did not slow down, yet there was not the slightest trace of panic on his face. His gaze remained fixed on the front lines of the battlefield.
There were roughly thirty people there, surrounding and attacking Fu Wu...
No, more accurately, Fu Wu's group was the one clearing them out.
Although Fu Wu had only seven teammates left, those seven were likely the top students from Wuyi's other high schools, each one formidable.
Even if those thirty-odd students traded their lives for injuries, it would be difficult for them to inflict serious wounds on them.
Lin Fan was attacking as well, but he did not seem to be using his full strength. Instead, he deliberately kept his distance from Fu Wu's group.
Is he afraid Fu Wu's group will turn their guns around? Li Qingshan could guess Lin Fan's concern.
He also understood that if Fu Wu's seven teammates survived, he would not fare well either.
I worked so hard to throw the battlefield into chaos. How could I let you pick up the bargain?
Li Qingshan grinned and accelerated once more, plunging into the battlefield with a single step.
"Li Qingshan, don't even think about running!"
The hundred-odd people hunting