Suguru Geto looked up at him. His face was still pale, but a faint, helpless smile touched his eyes as he countered hoarsely:
"You want a summoner like me to compete with a warrior like you over who can take more damage?"
He paused, then added with a hint of self-mockery, "Lasting until phase three and helping you pinpoint its true body was already better than I should've managed."
Qingxiao was briefly at a loss for words.
Suguru Geto specialized in Cursed Spirit Manipulation and ranged support. He was never the type to take damage head-on, and enduring those sound waves for so long was already impressive.
That was fair enough, but having it thrown back in his face was still a little embarrassing.
He rubbed the tip of his nose, scratched the back of his head, and gave a light cough to change the subject, his gaze drifting slightly:
"All right, all right. Thanks for the hard work. The students are all over there, and not one of them is hurt. Stop worrying."
Seeing how uncomfortable he looked, Suguru Geto's smile deepened. He let the matter drop and followed the change of subject:
"What now? The building looks like it's about to give out."
No sooner had he spoken than a sharp, grating snap of breaking rebar rang out overhead.
The domain was already unstable without its core power to sustain it. With its main load-bearing structure broken and the impacts reverberating through the entire battle, the battered building had finally reached its limit.
The beams buckled and fell first. Then an entire section of flooring collapsed with a crash, bringing broken bricks and rubble down with it. Dust instantly swallowed more than half the hollow arena.
The entire classroom building began collapsing from the middle, its floors crashing