Weilin moved forward rapidly, but her heart turned around again, and another black scar appeared on her back. Blood overflowed from the black wound and flowed on her white back. Weilin accelerated again, and her body transformed.
A red light flashed across the arena, and Ling Xin was unable to catch up.
The crimson magic power continued to overflow, and Wei Lin once again stood on the other side of the arena, and only now did the audience see the tragic wound on her back.
"Hahahahaha..." A slightly exaggerated laugh came out of Weilin's mouth with a breathy sound. Her body seemed to be trembling, and the audience on the side also started talking.
"Oh no, Weilin got really angry this time. I guess this game won't end well," said a freshman.
"So what if you get angry? Does the competition have to take care of each other's emotions?" Another student said doubtfully, with some disdain.
"No, uh... you'll find out later." The student next to him pointed to the stage, and the scene changed again.
The long black hair turned red in an instant, and the eyes also changed from the usual tan to a dazzling bright red. The long sword in his hand was filled with deep red magic power, and the sharp blade swallowed red light, choosing and devouring people.
Wei Lin's figure flashed across the arena, and the bell in the arena seemed to be brushed by a bolt of flaming lightning. One of the rings was directly broken, and her body was also knocked several meters away before she nimbly turned around in the air and landed.
At this time, Wei Lin appeared directly on the other side of the playing field. The playing field with a diameter of more than 800 meters was instantly crossed, and a path of melting snow appeared on the hoarfrost-filled field.
But everything was not over yet. Another red mark passed through the vast arena. Ling Xin was knocked away again. This time, the two rings in her hand that were resisting were cut off directly, and blood flowed from Ling Xin's arms.
Wei Lin's figure appeared again on the other side of the arena, her whole body shrouded in bright red magic flames. She swung her sword again, like lightning flashing, the cold blade swung, blood flew on the arena, limbs were broken, and there were dangers
Steaming steam came out, and one of Ling Xin's wrists was cut off directly.
Cough - vomit -
Rolling on the ground for a long distance, a pool of blood coughed out from Ling Xin's mouth, soaking a large area of clothes and the ground. She held her severed wrist, her limbs trembling.
But Weilin didn't stop there. The crimson figure turned around again. This time, she directly grabbed Ling Xin's neck, lifted her up, and then pierced her abdomen with a sword. The long sword blade penetrated Ling Xin's back.
came out, blood splashed.
Then Wei Lin supported Ling Xin's neck and let her kneel down slowly on the ground. Then she pulled out the sword and let the blood flow and dye her clothes red.
"Veline wins."
The referee's announcement came belatedly, but this was not intentional, but in the time it took to read out these few words, Wei Lin had already done everything.
A golden angel shadow appeared above the arena, and pure white feathers fell from the void, converging on Ling Xin's body, constantly sealing and healing the wound. Then two teachers from Angel Sequence 7 flew directly over, using a spherical shield with golden patterns.
Wrap the heart of the bell with a hood and send it to a special treatment location below.
And such a bloody scene finally woke up the freshmen. Even a peaceful and warm campus can still not escape the cruel undertones of the world. And Emenas is a place that cultivates warriors and heroes after all, and it is destined not to be like this.
Like a greenhouse, these delicate flowers are taken care of completely.
Because the storm will eventually come.
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Many freshmen in the first grade were very uncomfortable with it, and their faces turned pale. Especially the hoarse cry when Ling Xin left, which made people tremble with fear.
Just when the students were undecided, another round of competition began.
"Xing Liu, a fifth grader from Tower Academy, faced off against Maggie, a fifth grader from City Walled Academy."
It was actually another round of Tower vs. Walled City. There was still blood on the field. Two students were ready to go on the field.
A girl wearing an exquisite black and blue dress appeared on the side of the arena, blinking her crimson eyes and looking at the opponent.
"You green guys are so brave, you actually treat my descendants like this." Although her tone was unhurried, people could still feel the anger in it.
"This... Xiaowei did indeed go too far." A green-haired girl with squinting eyes apologized, holding up her skirt. Her green top and light yellow skirt were blooming like flowers.
"Oh, can you just salute? You won't even say a formal apology." Xing Liu's eyes seemed to have flames burning. As the referee announced the start of the game, his body turned into a burst of particles, and then combined into a black dragon.
The pure black scales refracted bursts of golden light in the setting sun. The huge dragon eyes like red jade overlooked the entire field. Wisps of flames erupted from the mouth full of fangs. The huge body occupied almost half of the competition venue.
"Well, I'm sorry, as a student of the Green Empire, we are absolutely not allowed to publicly apologize to the students of the Snow Flower Seven Kingdoms."
Orange wings like butterflies appeared on Maggie's back, and then her figure slowly rose. Two gorgeous long swords, one red and one green, were held in her hands, and the light was flowing.
"Then pay with your life!"
The giant black dragon jumped into the air, and its black-scaled wings spread out. As it flapped, it made a huge sound of wind, and glaring flames pouring down from above like molten iron, covering the entire arena. Maggie's tiny The figure was directly submerged by the torrent of flames.
Steam boiled, molten fire overflowed, and firelight and white steam suddenly filled the entire venue. The overflowing flame spread downwards like tears of candles. Even with the dean's shield separating them, the students could still feel the intense firelight. Amazing heat.
Just when everyone was worried about whether Maggie could survive, several green lights shot out from the flames, and then seven Maggies wearing butterfly wings appeared in the air, each holding a pair of red and green swords.
They flew extremely fast, with the escaping emerald magic power surrounding the black dragon like a ribbon. On the red sword, the inscriptions flowed, flashing with dangerous light, and cut wounds on the dragon's body.
Black scales splashed, hot dragon blood dripped into the lake, and bursts of white steam emerged.
Facing these fast-flying butterflies, the black dragon's huge body could not dodge, so it flew directly into the sky. The cold air swept over its body, covering its pure black scales with a layer of white frost.
As she was chasing in the sky, all her speed was used upwards, and it was difficult for Ma Qi to kill the giant dragon transformed by Xing Liu until it entered the 10,000-meter-high altitude where the strong wind was blowing.
Just when the students below couldn't see clearly what was happening above, a huge black shadow fell from the sky at high speed, like a comet. Seven green figures followed closely behind it, but it was difficult to catch up.
The dragon's heavy body has certain advantages in breaking through air resistance when falling. Although the butterfly wings are flexible, they are inferior in toughness and acceleration.
The black dragon fell directly into the lake, splashing water more than a hundred meters high. Before Maggie could get close, a blazing stream spurted out from the bottom of the lake, sweeping across the sky, directly submerging the three butterfly-winged figures and turning them into black smoke.
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The remaining four Maggies dodged in all directions, and then shot their emerald green swords into the lake. The water churned and rolled violently. Dead branches like tree roots spread under the water, constantly wrapping around them, binding the black dragon.
Just when the black dragon was about to flutter its wings and fly away, the four maqi gathered together again, and the four swords merged into one, chiseling into the top of the dragon's head like a blood-red iron drill.
The giant dragon screamed, its blood scales spattered, and its upward momentum stopped. Then more vines rose from the lake, wrapping around the dragon, becoming thicker and thicker, dragging the black dragon into the water step by step.
At this time, the figures of four butterfly wings gathered in the sky again.