At this moment, the Wasteland War Team had become completely hysterical, no longer holding back any hidden trump cards.
They were consumed by the desire to slaughter their opponents.
The death of their teammate not only made them feel grief, but also left them utterly humiliated.
How could they… lose a teammate to a squad whose attributes were thoroughly crushed by their own?!
Even if they won this battle, they would become the Shame of Zhanhuang Sect!
“If you trust me, follow my commands,” Jiang Ke’er suddenly sent a transmission.
“Ruǎnruǎn, bring the opponent over to me.”
Gan Ruǎnruǎn charged over without hesitation—she couldn’t hold on much longer either.
“Lin Gang, hold the front line. Charge at the Magic Cultivators on the other side! No matter the cost, get within thirty feet of them!”
Lin Gang grit his teeth. “Fine, I’ll risk it!”
“A Miao, recall your Clones—leave only three points, and stand between Ruǎnruǎn and Lin Gang. If one gets blown away, immediately fill the gap!”
“Understood.”
The entire team followed her instructions, while Jiang Ke’er still stood in her original spot.
“They’re spent! Full force assault!” Ying Zhuo roared.
A downpour of spell techniques and sword light suddenly rained across the Arena.
Sword light streaked toward Gan Ruǎnruǎn, while spells exploded at Lin Gang and A Miao’s three Clones simultaneously.
This was their opponents’ Deadly Strike to finish the battle.
“I can’t take it anymore!” Lin Gang’s voice was laced with despair.
Even when he and Jie Shui attacked together, they could barely fight Ying Zhuo to a draw.
Now, facing Ying Zhuo and two Magic Cultivators’ close-range onslaught, survival was impossible… Jiang Ke’er’s command was basically sending him to his death!
At that moment, Gan Ruǎnruǎn finally arrived, bringing an Agility System cultivator to Jiang Ke’er’s side.
The Agility System cultivator wasn’t foolish enough to fight two-on-one, but he gave a sinister smile and suddenly flashed aside!
Three Explosion Throwing Knives shot at Jiang Ke’er and Ruǎnruǎn in a triangular pattern!
Why are there three?
Jiang Ke’er’s scalp tingled—this was completely different from the single throwing knife she’d calculated.
This made her plan extremely precarious.
The chance of death shot above ninety percent.
Without hesitation, she yanked Gan Ruǎnruǎn behind her.
At the same time, her trembling hand gradually steadied, and the breath of a raging wind surged before her.
This Wind Wall drained seventy percent of her spiritual power, and it would certainly block the explosions.
However… she leapt up, darting out from the edge of the Wind Wall!
“You…” Watching her dash toward the flying knives, Gan Ruǎnruǎn’s mind buzzed blank.
The buzzing roar of the explosion arrived as well, searing white light swallowing everything.
“Dodge, NOW!”
Bricks shattered under Jiang Ke’er’s feet as she unleashed Overload Speed, racing the shrapnel and shockwave from the explosion.
With Dynamic Vision, she saw razor-sharp fragments just inches from her forehead, whistling straight at her.
Countless jagged shards surged from every direction—there wasn’t even enough space to move a body through.
She only needed to dodge one piece.
She fixed her gaze on that shard, charging straight at it, willing every part of her except her head to be shredded to pieces!
Her body was already numb from the blasts, unable to feel pain—only the rapid draining of her life force.
But at last, after dodging the shard beside her head—
Time suddenly slowed.
The wind turned gentle, and the fragments drifted like falling cotton.
Jiang Ke’er finally smiled.
“Farewell.”
With a metallic clang, her longsword flashed from its sheath, a streak of Lightning Flash brushing past the Agility System cultivator!
In that split-second, she passed within less than a centimeter of the cultivator’s sword tip.
“Second Flash!”
After passing the attack, the lightning figure shot forward unimpeded! As if courting death, she charged at the flying knife streaking through the air toward A Miao!
“Third Flash!”
Once more, the electric light held that terrifying, otherworldly speed, dashing straight at the spell near A Miao’s remaining Clone!
Just before Field Dissociation triggered and she was forced back to her true form, Jiang Ke’er, at tenfold speed, charged to the side of that spell!
Her trailing hair brushed lightly past the spell, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Fourth Flash!”
A Miao’s three Clones stood in a straight line, linking back to Lin Gang’s position.
Meanwhile, the opponent’s all-encompassing attack swept at them, focusing on these points.
Now, it was down to A Miao’s final Clone.
“Fifth Flash!!!”
Jiang Ke’er was bleeding all over, blood mist trailing from her as lightning flickered—but she ignored it, continuing her lightning-bodied charge straight at Lin Gang’s opponent, Ying Zhuo.
Her sword slid lightly across Ying Zhuo’s cervical spine; at the same time, the tip of Jiang Ke’er’s nose brushed less than a millimeter under Ying Zhuo’s fist.
“Sixth Flash!!!”
Zzzzt—
Both swords reversed, one to the left and one to the right, each resting against a Magic Cultivator’s neck.
The sword edge didn’t cut—she stood silently, waiting for the time-distortion of the Fox Domain to end.
The electric light abruptly faded, followed by the wild wind howling in with high speed.
The wind arrived fashionably late, carrying a few withered leaves—and a streak of bright, bloody mist.
The two Magic Cultivators stared wide-eyed, terrified at the sudden shift in scene.
All their teammates were dead.
It was as if they’d just blinked—then, when they opened their eyes again, the entire world had turned hellish.
And the sword was at their throats.
They gulped, legs trembling, and pleaded: “Don’t kill me, I can give you—”
Shhk—
“Farewell.”
A head soared high, smashing into the Arena’s barrier, spraying a trail of sticky, nauseating blood.
Jiang Ke’er flicked the blood from her blade, staggered, and hastily channeled Healing Light into her pierced organs.
“We…won?”
Gan Ruǎnruǎn stared, dumbfounded—she hadn’t even seen what happened.
She’d only seen Jiang Ke’er turn into a bolt of lightning, instantly crossing from one end of the battlefield to the other.
Then, all the enemies were dead.
“Six Jump Extreme Evasion?” Lin Gang guessed, his voice shaking in awe.
Jiang Ke’er smiled faintly, feeling her vital organs had mostly recovered, and hurried over to Jie Shui, kneeling down to treat him.
Unexpectedly, Jie Shui burst out hoarsely, trembling with excitement: “I saw it! I saw it! Qing Yi, you…you’re a Monster! I…I don’t even know what to say! I yield! From now on, you’re always my Squad Leader! Cough, cough…”
Overcome with excitement, his blood surged and Jie Shui coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.
“Shut up, save your breath,” Jiang Ke’er scolded, frowning.
But if Jie Shui could listen, he wouldn’t be Jie Shui. He kept shouting: “Amazing! Qing Yi is amazing!”
Below the stage, Taishu Xuan was in shock.
He still couldn’t accept what he saw before him.
Wasteland War Team Sixteen—that team that was supposed to be unbeatable, the team entrusted to him by the sect to cultivate and charge for the top four… gone?
Wiped out?
While the other side survived with every member?
And lost to Si Lian’s ragtag Team of Monsters?
It’s over. I’m finished.
He collapsed to the ground, watching as the Bagpipe Squad celebrated, while the audience was deathly silent, the atmosphere stifling to the extreme.
No!
A surge of hysterical killing intent suddenly welled up in his heart.
“Today, none of you are leaving alive!”