The student Song Jie was chasing was a mid-level Light Mage. At this moment, that poor mage could only run—fighting back was pure suicide!
"Song Jie, we both use Light Magic! Why make things difficult for your own kind?" the mage shouted while fleeing desperately.
"That's true," Song Jie replied casually. "If you stop, I won't hit you."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Song Jie didn't even want to keep chasing anymore; this guy ran like a terrified dog!
Hearing Song Jie's words, the Light Mage finally stopped, panting heavily. He had run faster than he ever had in his life.
"Light Burst!"
"Laser!"
Before the poor guy could even catch his breath, a blinding beam pierced through him—instant elimination.
"Damn it!!"
In front of the big screen, the students watching erupted in outrage.
The camera had been locked on Song Jie's every move, so everyone clearly saw what had just happened.
"This guy went back on his word!"
"He said he wouldn't hit him, then blasted him a second later!"
"Too treacherous! Too cunning!"
"Song Jie, you're infuriating!"
The audience practically wanted to rush into the competition field and teach him a lesson.
Song Jie only looked up at the camera with a faint smile. "I'm teaching you something—never trust an enemy's words."
He smirked and turned away to find his next victim.
In the observation room, Principal Xiao and several teachers were watching the live broadcast.
One teacher sighed. "These students are still too inexperienced. Maybe this will teach them something."
Another nodded. "True. Experience is the best teacher."
Someone asked curiously, "Do you think Song Jie can actually get first place this time?"
Another teacher shook his head. "I doubt it. All the other departments have already agreed to team up against him."
They turned toward Jiang Yunming from the Summoning Department, the teacher who knew Song Jie best.
"Director Jiang, what do you think?"
Jiang Yunming smiled lightly. "Perhaps he'll surprise you all again."
He didn't answer directly—because even he wasn't entirely sure. But he trusted Song Jie's instincts.
The other teachers exchanged looks, each wondering just what kind of "surprise" Song Jie might pull off this time.
Meanwhile, on the big screen, the scoreboard for Team 'Come Hit Me' was already displaying 8 points—all earned by Song Jie alone!
There were thirty teams participating, with 145 students in total. To secure first place, Song Jie's team needed at least 73 points.
It seemed impossible for one person to defeat that many opponents in time—but Song Jie wasn't one to play by normal rules.
He leapt onto the back of his Wind-Riding Skyhawk and rose into the air.
The spectators outside went wild.
"He's flying! That's cheating!"
"With him up there, who can even hit him!?"
Song Jie hovered low, scanning for targets. Whenever he spotted someone, they were as good as gone.
Most of the participants were mid-level mages, few had reached the second tier—and none could withstand Song Jie's attacks.
He sighed dramatically. "It's been almost a year. Why are you all still this weak?"
Grinding teeth could practically be heard from the viewing crowd.
He was still as arrogant as ever.
From above, Song Jie and his Skyhawk swept through the competition zone, eliminating anyone unlucky enough to cross paths with them.
"Don't run!"
"Stop, or I won't be polite!"
"Call me 'Dad,' and I'll let you go!"
The unlucky students he caught were flattened—figuratively and literally.
Within thirty minutes, Team 'Come Hit Me' had already reached 30 points!
Bai Liang, Dongfang Ming, and others were seething as elimination reports filled their headphones.
"Song Jie! He's too much!"
"He's inhumane!"
"He's driving me crazy!"
Their blood boiled. They could still remember the humiliation from the Beast Fighting Competition—and now he was rubbing it in.
"Everyone, gather at the plaza!"
"Right!"
"This time, we'll take Song Jie down together!"
The alliance was formed. Hundreds of furious students charged toward Mingzhu Plaza, their eyes burning with determination.
They refused to believe that one person could defeat all of them!
At that same moment—
Song Jie had finished clearing his current area.
"Little Hawk, go higher. See where they're gathering," he ordered.
The Wind-Riding Skyhawk screeched and soared upward, circling in the air.
Moments later, Song Jie grinned. "Oh? So they're gathering at Mingzhu Plaza, huh?"
He chuckled. "There aren't too many of them yet… Let's give them an air raid first."
The Skyhawk banked sharply and began flying toward the plaza.
Outside, the watching students stared in confusion.
"What's he doing? Is he walking straight into a trap?"
"Is he crazy? That plaza's full of enemies!"
"Are you stupid? He's not walking in—he's flying in! Remember what he did to those students before?"
The realization hit everyone at once.
"Wait… He's going to bomb them again!?"
The crowd's eyes widened as the camera panned upward—Song Jie's figure was already descending over the plaza.
The field went completely silent. You could practically hear the audience holding their breath.
Down below, dozens of students in the plaza were still waiting for their allies to arrive.
Then—
A massive shadow swept across the ground.
"Hey… why is there such a huge beast above us?" someone muttered.
Others looked up, confused.
"That thing looks familiar…"
"Yeah… wait a second, isn't that—"
Realization hit all at once.
"Holy crap! That's Song Jie's summoned beast!!"
It was already too late.
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