Dai Mubai still habitually evaded problems.
It had been like that in the past, and it was still like that now.
In the past, feeling he couldn’t surpass his older brother, he began to degenerate and rot in decadence.
At this moment, even though he wanted to team up with Qin Yun, Dai Mubai still didn’t dare to speak up to Qin Yun.
Knowing he was no match for Qin Yun, he didn’t even try to strive for it.
Flender saw that both sides held their own conflicting versions.
Then he said, “Alright, alright, let’s focus on finishing the Spirit battles today, and we’ll talk about this matter tomorrow.”
“Everyone just do whatever you are supposed to do!”
Qin Yun didn’t say much, merely turning slightly to make way beside the bench.
Then his gaze swept past the crowd, landing on Zhu Zhuqing.
Seeing Qin Yun looking over at her, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, pressed her lips together, and didn’t say any extra words.
“Let’s go!”
Qin Yun only said two words as he walked past her.
Zhu Zhuqing didn’t hesitate, turning around to follow behind him.
As the two of them walked one after the other through the corridor toward the registration desk, the Spirit Masters on both sides of the corridor who had watched the battle for the whole night couldn’t help chasing after them with their gazes.
Someone let out a low whistle;
Someone nudged their companion’s arm and said, “Look, look, it’s that kid again.
This is already his third partner, right?”
On the 2v2 arena stage, the coordination between Qin Yun and Zhu Zhuqing was far smoother than that match between Qin Yun and Xiao Wu.
Zhu Zhuqing was a proper combat-type agility-attack system Spirit Master, and she didn’t need Qin Yun to split his focus to protect her or accommodate her rhythm.
After her Hell Civet possession, her figure was like a swallow skimming the water, extremely fast with precise positioning, and every advance and retreat carried an extreme sense of clean efficiency.
Qin Yun didn’t even need to deliberately command her in anything; he only needed to hold down the opponents’ attention from the front, and Zhu Zhuqing would automatically cut in from the flank, unleash a burst, and then quickly retreat back to a safe position.
This time’s opponents were two strength-type attack system Spirit Masters, and their spirit power Rank was roughly similar to Qin Yun’s.
But under the cooperation of Qin Yun’s nitrogen barrier and directional explosion alongside Zhu Zhuqing’s high-speed weaving, the entire Spirit battle was in a rhythm of being unilaterally suppressed from start to finish.
In less time than it takes to drink half a cup of tea, both opponents couldn’t hold on and raised their hands to surrender.
When stepping down from the stage, Zhu Zhuqing put away her Spirit.
Her black cat pupils returned to their normal color.
She panted slightly, a few strands of hair at her temples moistened by sweat, but the depths of her eyes carried a rare brightness.
Because Qin Yun basically controlled the situation, he would also speak up to guide Zhu Zhuqing a few words.
Zhu Zhuqing listened attentively.
She ran Qin Yun’s words through her mind once, recalled a few nodal points of her own strikes in that recent Spirit battle just now, slightly furrowed and then relaxed her brows, and softly responded, “I know!”
“Thank you, Senior Brother!”
On the spectator seats by the field, the discussions were even more heated than any previous match.
“How many partners has this kid brought tonight?”
“The first was a little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the second was a girl with a scorpion braid, and now the third is a cold-faced beauty in black… Is he here to fight Spirit battles or to pick partners?”
Someone next to them chimed in, “Why do you care who he brings?
The key is that whoever he brings, they win.
That’s what you call real skill.”
After three Spirit battles this night.
Qin Yun’s name spread at least within the circle of regulars at the Soto Grand Soul Arena.
It wasn’t because of how high his spirit power Rank was, but because of his combat style, which was completely different from traditional Spirit Masters, and the increasingly pretty faces around him.
Night grew deeper, and the clamor of the Great Spirit Arena gradually subsided.
The Shrek crowd packed up their respective things and returned to the academy in silence all the way.
Over at the dormitory building, a few yellowish windows were lit.
One of them was Tang San’s room.
Because of his injuries, he couldn’t go to the Great Spirit Arena tonight, and had been regulating his breath and recuperating in his room all along.
Hearing the footsteps in the courtyard, Tang San pushed open the door and walked out.
But when his gaze saw that supported figure with a hanging braid in the crowd, his whole person suddenly froze.
Xiao Wu was half-supported and half-helped as she was sent back in the direction of the dormitory.
Her cheeks were grayish-white, her lips were still somewhat greenish, and the burnt, curled section at the tip of her braid was exceptionally dazzling under the light.
Tang San walked over quickly and grabbed Xiao Wu’s shoulders.
Lowering his head to see her furrowed brow in unconsciousness and her pale lips, his fingertips trembled slightly.
He turned to the nearest person, his voice somewhat tight: “What happened to her?
Who injured her?”
Dai Mubai had originally been walking at the end of the group, but at this moment, hearing Tang San’s question, his steps paused.
He glanced at Qin Yun not far away.
And then looked at Tang San’s pair of eyes that suddenly sank.
Then he spoke in a low voice, “It was Qin Yun who injured her.”
“Matters on the arena stage—whether it was a mistake or intentional, everyone has their own version. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Anyway, the person fell under Qin Yun’s hands.”
Tang San’s gaze suddenly shifted to Qin Yun.
He saw the scorched trace by Xiao Wu’s temples, and saw her brow that was slightly furrowed even in unconsciousness.
His breathing became heavy, his chest rose and fell twice, and the veins on his fists clenched at his sleeve cuffs faintly bulged.
Those images churned repeatedly in his mind.
Qin Yun injured his left arm by rebounding the Dragon Beard Needle, and Qin Yun pierced his Eight Spider Lances with steel nails.
And now he injured the person he cared about most.
At this moment, Tang San grew a killing intent toward Qin Yun.
Qin Yun stood in place, meeting Tang San’s gaze that was almost going to burn right through him, yet his expression didn’t have much fluctuation.
He of course noticed the killing intent in the depths of Tang San’s eyes.
At this time, the current Tang San, he really didn’t take seriously.
Qin Yun turned around and walked toward his own room, his pace composed.
Seeing Qin Yun leave, Dai Mubai continued speaking: “Tang San, you saw it too—relying on his strong strength, Qin Yun doesn’t put anyone in his eyes at all.”
“Today he heavily injured Xiao Wu, and tomorrow he could do even more excessive things to others.”
“We must think of a way; we cannot let him continue to act so unscrupulously.”
Tang San didn’t immediately reply.
He squatted down beside Xiao Wu, gently parted her eyelids with two fingers to look at her pupil state, and leaned closer to her lips to sniff the exhaled breath, his brows slowly twisting together.
What Xiao Wu was poisoned with was a mixed toxic gas of chlorine and hydrogen chloride.
Chlorine gas irritated the respiratory tract and mucous membranes, while hydrogen chloride formed an acidic environment in the lungs, and the overlay of the two would accelerate the deepening of symptoms.
He reached out to probe Xiao Wu’s pulse, and then used spirit power to circulate a round inside her body, confirming that the poison had not yet penetrated deep into her visceral organs, before he let out a slight sigh of relief.
He stood up, his expression calm when turning to Dai Mubai.
But in those pair of eyes, a layer of hard-to-expose coldness was clearly suppressed.
“I will help Xiao Wu detoxify first, other matters—we’ll talk after Xiao Wu wakes up.”
Hearing this, Dai Mubai nodded and didn’t urge further.
He knew that Tang San’s silence at this moment did not mean letting it go.
“Alright, saving Xiao Wu is paramount.”
Only to see Tang San take out a small celadon bottle.
Carefully smearing the blended liquid medicine from it onto Xiao Wu’s lips and temples.