Chapter 2039: Cruel Competition (3)
“What about it?” Shen Yanxiao still had an ‘I don’t understand what you want to express’ expression.
Taotie swallowed his saliva. His master was usually not this slow ah. Where did her quick- wittedness go? He already said it so clearly. Why could she still not understand?
In terms of language skills, obviously Taotie could not match Vermillion Bird; his tiny brain was almost twisted into a Fried Dough Twist[1].
“If by any chance, they can’t bear it…” Taotie pointed to the teenager kneeling on the scene. He was afraid that the members of the Flaming Red Squad would react like that as well.
Shen Yanxiao raised an eyebrow as she looked at Taotie.
“Do you think I’m a benevolent person?”
Taotie froze for a moment. Was Shen Yanxiao a benevolent person?
If this were to be heard by those on the Radiance Continent, they would absolutely die of laughter. There were countless enemies who had died under her hands, and she would never let go of anyone who dared to lay hands on her.
She was someone who believed that vengeance must be repaid.
Shen Yanxiao might have a benevolent side, but it also depended on who the other party was.
Taotie’s expression was very entangled; he simply could not keep up with his master. You are not benevolent at all. Who knows how despicable you are in other people’s minds.
But he estimated that if he said that, his buttocks would be beaten hard.
Shen Yanxiao looked at the almost constipated expression of Taotie and smiled, “My students, they will not be so soft as women. If their mental capacity is not enough to handle this, they will not be my students.”
Taotie was a little stunned. During the conversation between the two, the match continued to progress. The erce battle had pushed the students on the eld to the road of death. They had to give up their conscience and
treat their opponents as objects to kill.
The purebred undead who had died could not be resurrected. In this world, the only thing that could not be resurrected by the resurrection spell of the undead was the undead themselves. With the increasing number of deaths, not only did the players on the eld have a heavy psychological burden, but even the members of the other teams who were yet to play had extremely ugly expressions.
Soon, it would be their turn to play, and they would face the same cruel battle.
If not dead, then seriously injured. No matter who won or lost, there would be casualties on both
sides.
It was inevitable that none of them knew whether their companions, or even they themselves would die in this competition.
The teams waiting for the next match were gathered in one place, each of their complexions looking uglier than chinese cabbages.
Even the team of Royal Academy, which had always boasted of its superiority, had an emaciated look. Only one team, after seeing such a bloody battle, remained calm and collected. Many of them huddled together, chattering and laughing, which made the teams from the other schools who saw
them quite foolish.
“Which school are they from? Why are they not nervous at all?” One student with a pale face asked as he pointed to a group of unperturbed teenagers that made one’s hair stand up in anger. One of his companions didn’t look so well, either; his mouth felt dry, and after a glance, he hesitantly said, “They, it’s… it’s the team of Death Fire Academy.”
“Why do they look as if this has nothing to do with them? If I remember correctly, they’re going to play in the next match and they are against the Spectre College, right?
“Spectre College? You mean that…” The teenager trailed o and looked to the ranks at the other side where a group of dispirited and listless undead teenagers stood with expressionless faces.
The students at the Spectre College looked a little better than the rest, but one could still see the tension in their hearts.
“I heard that people die during the daily trainings in Spectre College. Should they not be used to it?”
“That’s right, for this kind of battle, they ought to be the most prepared.”