Chapter 33:You! Come Out! (1/2)

The whole stage was rumbling, the sound resonating into the horizon. The thunder and the sounds of the sharp icicles hitting the ground were ear-piercing.

As the dark clouds dispersed, the scene on stage shocked everyone.

Lashia was wearily supporting her body, trying her best to stay upright and gasping for breath. Just now for blocking that huge swarm of icicles, Lashia had set up a magic shield. But the impact from the group of icicles was too strong. More importantly, there was a distinctive hole in her left arm with blood flooding out! The blood had already stained her sleeve red and continued to flow down her arm. The dripping blood splashed onto the ground, creating a bizarre bloody flower design.

But right now Yixuan Feng’s expression was unreadable as water! He knew better than anyone else that if it wasn’t for a fierce spiritual attack, then that girl in front of him wouldn’t be bleeding from her arm, but from her heart. Who was it?!

Lashia clenched her teeth, pain throbbing from her arm. There was freezing water in her blood because the icicles were melting. The more it melted, the more excruciating the pain. It felt like a million ants were gnawing on her bones and her whole skeleton was crumbling. Lashia almost thought she heard her bones cracking. Her sight became more and more fuzzy. She knew she had just been pulled out of death’s door. The glint of shock and anger in the youth’s eyes and the ray of light that shot towards her chest turned towards her arm suddenly and unnaturally let her understand that the youth in front of her wanted to kill her, but someone interfered. Originally this wound should be on her chest!

Who intervened against this cold-blooded youth, who saved her?

Lashia’s eyesight became hazier and hazier. But she saw clearly the youth’s eyes becoming more and more cold, and then that that youth’s icy gaze faced a certain direction.

Before Lashia fainted, she followed the youth’s gaze and saw Claire’s apathetic face!

The stadium became deathly silent, each and everyone stunned.

It was now that Cliff’s retracted his gaze from that maid’s skirt.

The result of the competition was self explanatory with the scene on stage. Lashia, who had already fainted, lost, and that youth who was still standing onstage indifferently, Yixuan Feng, had won.

Lagark’s student all started cheering. Victory, they’ve won.

The Sunrise Institutes students were ashen-faced, still not back to their senses. Lashia, in the pool of blood on stage, might be dead. The spectating nobles were completely mute. Nobody thought the exchange would end like this, and nobody could could accept this result.

Lost, they really lost.

The genius Lashia lost, and so tragically too.

On the special stand, the ambassador narrowed his eyes, the thin crack emitting an acute light. Then he cast a glance at the pope beside him, but the pope had closed his eyes! The emperor wasn’t smiling, but didn’t have any other expressions either. Cliff raised a brow, seemingly pondering about something. The emperor slightly frowned, looking a bit worried.

Very soon, medics ran on stage and carried the unconscious Lashia away for treatment. The magician acting as the referee climbed on stage and was about to declare Yixuan Feng as the victor.

But Yixuan Feng ignored that magician, and instead, turned and stared with a burning gaze at one direction, his face revealing an intriguing smile. Then he casually lifted his hand, stopping the referee’s announcement.

The referee paused, not understanding what this chilling youth wanted to do.

Wenmo Shui was still sitting on his chair but his butt was beginning to get restless, and he shifted around in his seat as he watched Yixuan Feng on stage. Only he knew that Yixuan Feng was getting serious. The dark glint in the depths of his eyes proved that Yixuan Feng was excited, that he had found something that was interesting. What is it? What is it? Wenmo Shui also started to get excited.

“That round doesn’t count.” The first words out of Yixuan Feng’s mouth created a huge uproar among the audience.

The students of the Sunrise Institute were furious, almost exploding. This is the most naked contempt, most direct insult!

But everyone from Lagark dropped open their mouths. Yixuan Feng’s mentor wanted to cry. He knew that this problematic-youth was going to go crazy again. He‘s throwing away the victory they had in their hands! Yixuan Feng’s mentor tugged at his hair, howling in his heart that one day all his hair would be destroyed because of Yixuan Feng. The gaze that the ambassador shot at him made him want to bang his head on the wall.