The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Red should be the highest quality, but looking at the growth type on the panel, Chen Guan couldn't help but feel some anticipation.

Could it be that there is an even more powerful quality beyond red?

On the other side, the piercing noise of maintenance tore through the post-match silence. The huge roar not only failed to break the monotony, but also made everyone's hearts pound with anxiety.

Dozens of engineering drones hovered over the field, casting high-intensity repair beams.

The magnetic crane was laboriously lifting up the alloy floor tiles that had been cut by the blood-red blade and were even partially melted, one by one. The whole scene was a picture of reconstruction of a post-apocalyptic ruin.

When Hiiragi Seihaku was carried away, everyone at Kamiya Academy turned deathly pale.

They didn't utter a single harsh word, but mechanically followed behind the stretcher, their eyes vacant and their steps unsteady, like living dead people whose spirit had been completely drained.

No one dared to look at the figure who had returned to the Huaqing rest area with the same eyes they would use to look at a player.

That's not the level of competition students should be having.

How is this any different from a natural disaster?

"The repair is expected to take 30 minutes. Please be patient."

An Changsong's voice came through the broadcast system, and he tried his best to remain calm.

Who could have imagined that a student's battle would almost completely destroy a professional arena built with military-grade materials? This shocking incident is enough to set headlines across the entire planet.

[Don't ask, the answer is always "monster." I now seriously suspect that Coffin Bro is a high-level alien beast in human skin.]

The students at Kamiya Academy were terrified. The strongest Night Parade of One Hundred Demons! Hiiragi Seihachi will live in its shadow for the rest of his life.

There's no time to mourn Hiiragi Seiba anymore. All I want to know now is, who's the next unlucky soul to arrive on the battlefield?

In the rest area of ​​Zero Academy, Ross stared intently at the crimson blade of light that was being replayed on the screen.

The moment it tore the heavens and earth apart, he involuntarily touched his neck, where it was icy cold.

Is his prized atomic reconstruction truly of any use in the face of absolute energy capable of annihilating everything?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know anymore.

Cherish life, stay away from "hanging brothers" (a derogatory term for people who cheat).

When he goes back this time, he must find last year's photos, frame them on the wall, and start a new page in the family genealogy from his own.

At Taipei College, Bai Huanran stared in disbelief at the unforgettable scene before him.

"Has he always been this strong?"

Bai Huanran's lips trembled as he looked at Yan Feiyan beside him.

The answer is no longer needed.

Time passed slowly in this suffocating atmosphere.

Thirty minutes later, after paying several times the budget for repairs, the field was finally barely repaired. The brand-new alloy tiles looked out of place mixed with the old tiles covered in scratches, but the game could finally continue.

"Cough cough."

An Changsong cleared his throat, and his voice once again resounded throughout the arena. He skipped all the unnecessary pleasantries and just wanted to get this damned match back on track as soon as possible.

"The Round of 16 continues."

"Next up, please welcome..."

All eyes were once again drawn to the huge holographic screen.

After experiencing that devastating storm, people desperately need a normal game to ease their nerves that have been stretched to the limit.

The light on the screen shifted rapidly, and finally, two new avatars slowly settled.

"Bei Shi Academy, Bai Huanran, vs. Kamiya Academy, Nakamura Yu."

On the giant holographic screen, Bai Huanran's and Nakamura Yu's portraits hung side by side.

The atmosphere in the arena did not ease at all with the start of the new match; on the contrary, it became even more eerie.

The audience whispered among themselves, but their voices were very low. However, the focus of their discussion was clearly not the two people mentioned above.

Honestly, I find all sports games boring now.

[My heart aches for Bai Huanran. He just fought tooth and nail to win a match, thinking he could regain some face, but then he turned around and saw God. He probably doesn't even understand why he's standing here now.]

[That guy named Nakamura Yu from Kamiya is even worse off. His team leader was executed on the spot, and he was even matched with another team's leader. He was basically just feeding the enemy team.]

In the rest area of ​​Taipei Academy, Yan Feiyan watched Bai Huanran's back, her lips moved, but she ultimately couldn't utter a single syllable.

She wanted to say "keep going," but those two words seemed so pale and ridiculous at that moment.

Bai Huanran seemed to sense the gaze behind him. He paused for a moment, but without turning around, he said something.

"I'll be back soon."

On the other side, in the rest area of ​​Kamiya Academy.

Nakamura walked step by step toward the arena that had become a pillar of shame.

He didn't know if he could win, and he didn't even know why he was fighting.

All he knew was that if he didn't even have the courage to stand up today, then Kamiya Academy would truly be dead, dead even more thoroughly than those shikigami that had been devoured.

Even if he loses, he wants to lose with dignity!

The two stood in the center of the field.

The referee looked at the two young men in front of him, and his raised arm felt like it weighed a ton.

He opened his mouth, but the words he had repeated countless times—"The match has begun"—came out of his mouth.

Is this still the stage that once ignited the passion of countless young people? Why does he only feel endless sorrow?

"The match...begins."

Almost the instant the referee's arm fell, Nakamura Yu moved.

His muscles bulged, and he transformed into a blur of motion, unleashing a fierce wind. Abandoning all defense, he charged straight at Bai Huanran in a suicidal manner.

He didn't use any superpowers; he was simply wielding his fist in the purest, most primal way.

He wanted to vent his despair in the most tragic way.

Faced with this reckless and frenzied offensive, Bai Huanran reacted a beat too late.

He subconsciously condensed water vapor and set up several water mirrors in front of him, trying to use illusion to confuse his opponent, but he could not concentrate his mind completely.

In his mind, the blood-red blade light that tore through the heavens and earth replayed again and again.

That beam of light not only shattered the army of a hundred demons, but also shattered the fighting spirit he had painstakingly rebuilt.

So what if we defeat Qin Wu?

In the face of such a power that can rewrite the rules, what is my little splash?

puff.

Nakamura Yu's fist pierced through the layers of water mirrors without any fancy moves, and slammed heavily into Bai Huanran's chest.

Bai Huanran was struck as if by lightning and flew backward.

"cough……"

He fell to the ground, and the intense pain instantly cleared his confused mind.

He looked up and saw Nakamura Yu charging at him again, his eyes red, just like a raging bull.

Why...

Looking at that distorted face, Bai Huanran suddenly understood.

He wasn't fighting against himself; he was fighting against the man sitting in the Huaqing rest area.

He was using his own blood to launch a doomed charge against that high and mighty god.