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In the next instant, cheers that seemed ready to pierce the clouds finally erupted from every corner of the stands like a long-suppressed volcano. Wave after wave rose higher, joining into an unstoppable torrent. "Xu Qingjia! Xu Qingjia! Xu Qingjia!"
On the arena floor, ink-black soul power surged like a tide, completely extinguishing the remaining flames of light. Xu Qingjia emerged unhurriedly from the dissipating heat and radiance. With effortless composure, he put his ruined jacket and vest into his Storage Soul Tool, revealing the white shirt underneath, which had several large holes burned through it. Beneath those holes, his exposed skin was smooth as jade. There were no scorch marks-not even a trace of redness.
His flesh might not yet have been immune to fire and water, but if even a three-ring Soul Elder's flames of light could easily injure him, this "divine body" would hardly deserve its name.
Xu Qingjia calmly surveyed the wreckage on the opposite side of the arena. With his fingertips, he gently plucked a strand of hair from his forehead, its tip scorched black and its length slightly curled by the flames, then casually flicked it away.
The strand drifted to the ground, light as nothing.
He raised his eyes toward Yuanen Yehui, Xu He, and Xu Lizhi, who stood as though facing a formidable enemy, along with Yu Diheng, whom Xu He had seized the opportunity to rescue just now. Yu Diheng had barely managed to stand, his face white as paper. Xu Qingjia's indifferent voice rang out again, carrying clearly across the venue. "You geniuses of Shrek Academy-"
He paused as though weighing his words, then curved his lips into something almost pitying.
"I must congratulate you."
"After a bitter struggle, you finally-" His gaze