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At this moment, Lu Chen, holding a thunder fork, finally found an opportunity. His third spirit ring shone brightly, and the thunder fork, imbued with astonishing energy, fiercely stabbed towards Xuan Ming's back from the side!
Xuan Ming didn't even turn his head. He casually flung the hand that was gripping Yu Tianxin's broken right arm—
Yu Tianxin was swung like a heavy sandbag, with a whistling sound, and accurately struck the charging Lu Chen!
"Bang!"
The two screamed as they collided, tumbling a long distance. Yu Tianxin spat out another mouthful of blood, and the thunder fork in Lu Chen's hand flew out, clattering to the ground.
Seeing the tragic state of his captain and teammates, Lei Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a desperate and furious roar: "Fight him to the death!!"
The remaining Thunder Academy students who could still move rushed forward like moths to a flame, recklessly unleashing all their spirit power and Spirit Abilities. A furious Thunderstorm once again engulfed Xuan Ming's figure!
Electric snakes danced wildly, and thunder roared!
However, at the center of that destructive lightning, that figure still stood. All attacks landed on him, but aside from exploding into brighter electric sparks, they left no trace.
Absolute power brought suffocating suppression. The battle was without suspense, leaving only a one-sided… torment.
"Lingling, that's enough," Xuan Ming said calmly.
"Okay," Ye Lingling responded softly.
The Nine Heart Begonia in her hand glowed, and a gentle yet powerful healing light suddenly bloomed—but the next moment, all the spectators were stunned.
The light did not fall on Xuan Ming, but instead surged like a tide towards the other side of the Great Spirit Arena, enveloping the Thunder Academy team members who had been severely wounded by Xuan Ming and were lying on the ground!
Warm life energy rapidly penetrated their shattered bodies. Their broken bones made faint "clacking" sounds, healing at a visible speed, and deep, bone-exposing wounds quickly closed and scabbed over.
The intense pain was soothed, replaced by a tingling sensation of regeneration.
Yu Tianxin struggled to prop himself up from the ground, his recently healed body still retaining phantom pain.
With bloodshot eyes, he stared fixedly at Xuan Ming, his voice hoarse with anger and humiliation: "You… what do you mean by this?!"
He absolutely did not believe this was out of goodwill.
Ever since his grandfather, Yu Luomian, was completely crippled by Xuan Ming in Tiandou City, there was only an unending blood feud between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Xuan Ming!
"Although the competition rules are just a piece of waste paper to me, I still have to show some respect," Xuan Ming said calmly.
"Besides, I'm curious, how many more times can your bones… be broken?"
"Xuan Ming!!!" Yu Tianxin exploded in rage. All his remaining spirit power burned wildly and recklessly. Blue-purple lightning exploded again, illuminating him as if he were a Thunder God descended, yet carrying a tragic despair.
"Thunder Academy… has no cowards! Even if we fight to the last drop of blood, we will never let you humiliate us!"
"Captain!"
"Fight him to the death!"
The remaining teammates were also ignited by this humiliation, letting out roars, dragging their newly healed bodies, and once again fearlessly charged towards Xuan Ming!
However, an absolute disparity cannot be filled by courage.
"Bang!"
"Crack—!"
"Roar!"
Every time Xuan Ming's fist landed, it was accompanied by a sickening sound of bone breaking.
The two black dragons behind him, like Gui Mei, weaved through the air, each pounce accurately biting and shattering arms and leg bones!
Blood once again splattered on the Great Spirit Arena. The newly healed wounds instantly tore open again, and the excruciating pain was even more intense than before!
But strangely, whenever someone was severely wounded and on the verge of fainting, Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia light would fall at the opportune moment, forcibly pulling them back from the brink of death, and their injuries would rapidly heal.
"This is too cruel! This is torture and murder!!" someone in the audience shrieked, unable to bear it.
"Shut up! This is what real spirit combat is! It's making me hot-blooded!" A louder wave of sound immediately drowned out the cry.
Most of the spectators' eyes were wide open, their faces flushed with a mix of fear and excitement, staring intently at the bloody cycle on stage—destruction and healing, pain and regeneration. Xuan Ming was performing a suffocating feast of flesh and blood.
In the VIP section, Emperor Xue Ye frowned deeply: "School Master Ning, isn't this a bit too much? It goes against the demeanor of our Tiandou Spirit Masters!"
Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged: "Your Majesty, he has not violated the rules. If Thunder Academy does not surrender, the battle must continue. With the Nine Heart Begonia, there is no danger to life."
Bishop Salas's lips curled into a sneer: "Unorthodox methods have their own way of fighting. Your Majesty, when has Xuan Ming's reputation ever been associated with 'morality'? What everyone loves about him is precisely this undisguised power and cruelty, isn't it?"
Emperor Xue Ye was speechless.
Bibi Dong's gaze finally returned from afar. She cast a faint glance at the arena, her voice brooking no argument: "Within the rules, there is nothing to criticize. If you don't surrender, then fight to the death. The laws of the battlefield are precisely that simple."
On stage, the Thunder Academy team members had long reached their limit.
Their spirit power was exhausted, their bodies barely maintained by Ye Lingling's healing, but their minds were on the verge of collapse from the excruciating pain of their bones being smashed and bitten repeatedly.
"I'm out of spirit power," Ye Lingling said, her face pale, drenched in cold sweat, as the Nine Heart Begonia's light completely dimmed.
Xuan Ming's raised fist stopped in mid-air: "Go down."
Ye Lingling bit her lip, then quickly retreated from the stage.
The entire Great Spirit Arena was left with only heavy panting and the smell of blood.
"Do you still want to continue?" Xuan Ming looked at the Thunder Academy members who could no longer get up.
Ye Lingling could only heal, but the pain of broken bones would not easily disappear, and moreover, after unleashing so many Spirit Abilities, these guys had long run out of spirit power.
If it weren't for Ye Lingling's healing, they would have all fainted long ago.
Yu Tianxin struggled to his feet, his face covered in bloodstains, his left arm half-severed by a black dragon, swaying precariously as if it could break off completely at any moment.
"It seems Yu Xiaogang is indeed an anomaly; the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still has more tough guys," Xuan Ming praised.
"Since that's the case, I should give them my final respect."
Xuan Ming's right arm surged with qi and blood, black dragon scales instantly covered his skin, his palm transformed into a ferocious dragon claw, and ice-blue destructive lightning crackled at his fingertips, emanating an extremely dangerous aura.
He walked step by step towards Yu Tianxin, his footsteps echoing like drumbeats in the deathly silent stadium, pounding in everyone's hearts.
The terrifying pressure made the air almost solidify. Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath, watching with wide eyes as the dragon claw, imbued with lethal power, slowly lifted and aimed at Yu Tianxin's head.
The ice-blue lightning surged!
"Rest in peace."
"Xuan Ming!!!"
Below the stage, Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching scream!
The dragon claw suddenly stopped an inch in front of Yu Tianxin's forehead. The ice-blue lightning instantly dissipated, and the dragon transformation features rapidly receded.
Xuan Ming tilted his head, coldly glancing at Liu Erlong, who was almost charging onto the stage, then turned back.
A serene white light for the first time gently enveloped Yu Tianxin. His almost severed left arm slowly and steadily reconnected and healed within the white light.
After all this was done, the white light dispersed.
Xuan Ming sighed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, as if the grim reaper from moments ago wasn't him: "No permanent injury, no killing. When have I ever violated the competition rules?"
"What… exactly are you all panicking about?"
He turned, no longer looking at Yu Tianxin, who had collapsed heavily behind him, completely unconscious.
The referee finally recovered from his extreme shock. After hastily checking, he loudly announced, his voice slightly distorted: "Th-this match, the Royal Fighting Team wins!"
After a brief silence, the entire Central Great Spirit Arena completely erupted!
Cheers, curses, exclamations, fear… various sounds mixed together, soaring into the sky.
The Thunder Academy team members were carried off the Great Spirit Arena by staff. They were all covered in injuries and looked dispirited.
Yu Tianxin, even in his coma, occasionally frowned, seemingly still enduring the pain from the battle.
The Thunder Academy teachers had grim expressions, their eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, but they were helpless, as Xuan Ming's strength was too great for them to contend with.
Moreover, the opponent had indeed not violated the competition rules!
The Thunder Academy members were indeed severely injured, but it did not fall into the category of permanent disability, because their injuries were recoverable; it was just that they would be unable to fight again for the next half a month!
In other words, the current Thunder Academy could essentially be declared out of this Soul Master Competition!
"Don't you think you went a bit too far?"
After the match, Xuan Ming left the Great Spirit Arena. Dugu Yan and the others didn't follow; only Xue Qinghe came along.
"Yu Tianxin is Yu Luomian's grandson. His grandfather was crippled by me, and he wants revenge. I'm giving him a chance," Xuan Ming said.
"At least it's a chance to vent."
"If you ever want to seek revenge on me in the future, I will also give you such a chance."
Xue Qinghe was slightly stunned, "You…"
"Of course, you have to be mentally prepared," Xuan Ming said.
"Just like Yu Tianxin today."
"What do you mean?" Xue Qinghe frowned slightly.
"Literal meaning," Xuan Ming said.
"I believe you understand what I'm saying."