Reporters sat on the stands on both sides, their cameras aimed squarely at Qingping Academy.
The shouts from earlier didn't sound like students at all; they sounded like prisoners who had been locked up for too long and finally caught a break.
"Just how much have these students been holding back..."
One reporter muttered under his breath, holding his recording equipment high.
Before coming here, they had all assumed that Bai Feifei’s insane teaching methods would be quite unpopular with the students.
Originally, they had even hoped to capture some scenes of potential internal strife within Qingping Academy.
But looking at this...
"This doesn't look like a bad relationship at all."
"It looks more like they've been completely assimilated."
On the other side of the arena.
The members of the Yaoguang Academy Elite Class stood in a row, their expressions so gloomy they looked like they could drip water.
The boy in the front row had his arms crossed, the muscles in his arms bulging as if they were filled with concrete, and the veins on his neck were popping—though it was hard to tell if it was from anger or something else.
"You all know why we're here this time."
No one spoke, but the look in everyone's eyes changed.
Their gazes held a level of brutality and greed that didn't belong to students.
"Of course... go for the kill. Don't worry about their identities."
"Cripple them."
"The pharmaceutical companies already gave us the word. Except for the one named Ye, the rest don't matter!"
The group exchanged low-voiced remarks, the malice in their eyes growing heavier as they looked coldly at the impassioned Qingping Academy students across from them.
In the center of the arena.
Assistant Lin pushed up her glasses and spoke.
"If no one volunteers to step up, we will select the participants for this sparring session at random."
"Yaoguang Academy, Zhang Meng. Qingping Academy, Sun Yan."
The two students whose names were called stood up from their respective groups.
Judging by physique alone, Zhang Meng was more than a size larger than Sun Yan. His arms were as thick as a normal person's thighs, and his eyes were full of wildness.
When the two stood on the arena, the sheer sight of their bulging muscles created a sense of pressure.
Xu Mo's lazy voice rang out in Bai Feifei's mind.
"Whoa? Look at those levels."
He could see clearly that the level numbers above Zhang Meng's head were fluctuating wildly, jumping anywhere from 31 to 39.
Meanwhile, Sun Yan's level was steadily fixed at 32, not moving an inch.
"They really went overboard with the injections," Xu Mo remarked, sounding like a spectator enjoying the chaos.
"Are they really that desperate? He literally forced himself to jump an entire tier."
"I hope he doesn't just transform right then and there."
Bai Feifei frowned slightly as she listened to him. She couldn't see Xu Mo's data panel, but she could tell this was clearly an unfair fight.
Her students were likely going to suffer for it.
"Don't be nervous," she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached Sun Yan's ears clearly as he walked past.
"Identify the weaknesses, just like I usually teach you."
Sun Yan froze for a moment, a flash of shock appearing in his eyes.
That devilish instructor of his... actually gave him a word of encouragement and comfort?
Shouldn't she have said she'd kill him if he lost?
Holy crap, when did the she-devil turn into an angel!
Nodding solemnly, he stepped onto the arena.
...
On the arena, the two stood facing each other.
Zhang Meng licked his lips. The veins on his body bulged even higher, and his breathing began to grow heavy and ragged.
"Sun... what was it? Yan?" he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of cruel laughter.
"Hehe, I hope you're ready."
Sun Yan didn't speak. He stood there silently, expressionless.
The pressure coming from his opponent felt like a bloodthirsty beast, but for some reason, he didn't feel like it was a big deal. In fact, he inexplicably felt like laughing.
It was like watching a kitten hissing.
The referee stepped onto the arena and announced that the match would end at the first sign of contact.
"Begin!"
As the words fell, both moved simultaneously.
Zhang Meng's speed was startling, completely mismatched with his massive physique. He launched himself like a cannonball, charging straight at Sun Yan!
His right fist swung through the air in an arc, the wind from the punch howling with a force that seemed intended to crush a person in one blow!
The reporters below gasped in unison, and the camera lenses shook slightly.
This guy was actually going for the kill—and he was so fast. Was this really a student?
However, there was a hint of confusion in Sun Yan's eyes.
What is this guy doing?
Such an inefficient method of attack. What is the purpose of this punch? It looks like pure venting.
Though it hadn't been long, everything Bai Feifei had taught them over the past few days were killing techniques!
Because Bai Feifei didn't know how to teach anything else...
Now, facing Zhang Meng, Sun Yan inexplicably felt like he was watching a child's tantrum.
Without time for much thought, Sun Yan moved suddenly, stepping forward almost by instinct!
Muffled cries of alarm rang out from the crowd, and several reporters winced.
Sun Yan lunged to the right. Zhang Meng's punch whistled past his ear, not even grazing a single hair.
At the same time, the wooden sword in his hand flicked upward from below. The blade flashed as it accurately sliced toward Zhang Meng's wrist!
Zhang Meng felt a sharp pain in his wrist and instinctively took a step back.
He looked down to see that although it was a wooden sword, a wound deep enough to see bone had appeared on his right wrist.
"You—"
Before he could even shout an insult, Sun Yan's second strike was already coming, aimed directly at his ribs.
The movements were fluid. He instinctively sensed the weakness in his opponent's form.
This was what Bai Feifei had taught them. Although she couldn't give them the Killing Machine Medal, she had still taught them the weakness-detecting techniques she had summarized from it.
The reporters watched in horror, some even forgetting to press the shutter.
This wasn't sparring.
This was more brutal than a real battle!
When the two had first stood there, they had instinctively felt that Zhang Meng from Yaoguang Academy looked much more fearsome.
But once the fight started, everything changed!
"The students of Qingping Academy... their killing intent is so strong."
"Are these moves even right? What exactly has Bai Feifei been teaching them!"
The reporters instinctively looked toward Bai Feifei, only to find her sitting there with a calm expression, as if she didn't see anything wrong with what was happening.
Involuntarily, the reporters all felt a shiver run down their spines.
"Roar!"
On the arena, Zhang Meng, who was clearly the stronger one on paper, was actually on the defensive. In his panic, he let out a roar that didn't sound human!
He lunged forward, grabbing Sun Yan in a bear hug to pin him down.
The fast-paced battle came to a brief standstill as the two stared at each other at point-blank range.
Zhang Meng saw the abnormally bloodthirsty expression on Sun Yan's face.
It wasn't a look of smugness or excitement.
It was a bone-chilling, almost mechanical coldness.
Under the pressure of this blood-soaked arena battle, Zhang Meng's own gaze shifted from arrogance to confusion, and then to a hint of fear.
"You... how is this possible!"
He spoke subconsciously.
He had thought this would be a humiliating landslide victory for him, but how did it turn out like this!
Hearing his voice, a sickly, distorted smile suddenly appeared on Sun Yan's normally expressionless face.
"Your intensity..." He twisted his body, wrenching his shoulder into an incredibly uncomfortable angle.
"Compared to Teacher Bai's training, it's way too low!"
As the words fell, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes. He wrenched his shoulder in the opposite direction with all his might.
Snap!
The sound of a shoulder dislocating rang out sharply across the arena!
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