71: Chapter 71 Xu Ziyan: I have an idea...

The two sides stood ten meters apart, facing each other from a distance.

Enthusiastic cheers erupted from the spectator stands.

"The Lin Fan Team actually held on!"

"Too strong! That's the Ye Wushuang Team!"

"Dark horse! Dark horse!"

Lin Fan stood in place, his gaze sweeping quickly across the arena, his brain working at high speed.

The situation was deadlocked, but only temporarily.

The states of both sides were completely different.

Xu Ziyan's spiritual energy was more than half depleted, and Su Xiaoxiao had an injury on her leg.

Qin Ling's swarm of bees was down to just a dozen, only capable of the simplest harassment.

Sun Wei's shield also had quite a few cracks.

And what about the opposite side?

Apart from the consumption of spiritual energy, they had not received any injuries that would affect the battle.

The most critical thing was...

Lin Fan looked up into the air.

Ye Wushuang was hovering there, his Ice Crystal Wings flapping slowly, those calm eyes overlooking the entire battlefield.

He hadn't made a move from beginning to end; he was just watching.

Just like a circling eagle, waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw.

Once he made a move, what could his side use to block it?

Lin Fan took a deep breath.

They couldn't drag this out any longer.

At this moment, Xu Ziyan suddenly said cautiously.

"I have an idea..."

He spoke in a low voice, and the opposing side, quite gracefully, did not rush to attack, seemingly observing the changes on this side as well.

After a while, Xu Ziyan asked weakly.

"What do you all think?"

Su Xiaoxiao and the others were silent for a moment, then looked at Lin Fan.

"Captain, you decide."

Lin Fan put away his usual devil-may-care attitude, his gaze sweeping over each of his teammates' faces.

Finally, it landed on Xu Ziyan's slightly pale face. His plan was bold and risky, but... perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to break the deadlock.

"Everyone, I, Lin Fan, will definitely not let you down."

...

The battle rang out once again.

The four people other than Lin Fan charged toward the opponent simultaneously!

Xu Ziyan made the first move; with a wave of his hand, a gust of cold air sprayed toward Liu Qing's face.

A trace of disdain flashed in Liu Qing's eyes. After dodging sideways, just as she was about to strike, she discovered that Xu Ziyan had turned and ran.

Liu Qing was stunned, subconsciously chasing after him.

Her dark green vine-armor hair swung, and Dance of Thorns was activated again; countless vine thorns shot toward Xu Ziyan's back.

Xu Ziyan did not dodge or evade, letting the vine thorns hit him.

His Ice Armor shattered, and more than a dozen wounds appeared on his body, with blood flowing freely.

But he did not stop; instead, using the impact force of the vine thorns, he accelerated toward the edge of the arena.

Liu Qing's expression changed.

"Not good!"

She wanted to stop, but it was already too late.

Xu Ziyan rushed to the edge of the arena, turned abruptly, and grabbed the wrist of the pursuing Liu Qing.

Liu Qing struggled, her vine-armor hair whipping wildly, as vine thorns pierced into Xu Ziyan's body one by one.

Xu Ziyan's face was twisted in pain, but he did not let go.

He just looked at Liu Qing, his face, pale from blood loss, wearing a kind of pure seriousness.

"You are very powerful, but the competition is not a one-person affair."

He pulled hard, and the two of them fell off the arena together.

"Bang!"

The two fell heavily to the ground. Liu Qing struggled to stand up, only to find that Xu Ziyan's hand was still gripping her tightly.

He was covered in blood, but his eyes were still open. Seeing Liu Qing trying to move, he tightened his fingers a little more.

The referee announced immediately.

"Liu Qing, out! Xu Ziyan, out!"

Exclamations erupted from the spectator stands.

"Xu Ziyan dragged Liu Qing down with him!"

"Damn, this Xu Ziyan usually looks so honest, why is he so ruthless?!"

Su Xiaoxiao watched this scene, her eyes slightly reddening.

But she had no time to be sentimental.

Because Jin Ling's golden light beam was already shooting toward her.

Su Xiaoxiao activated Butterfly Dance, her figure flickering as she dodged the beam.

She did not retreat; instead, she charged toward Jin Ling.

Jin Ling frowned, her right eye flashing repeatedly as golden light beams shot out one after another.

Su Xiaoxiao pushed Butterfly Dance to the limit, her entire body like a butterfly weaving through flowers, threading through the beams.

But one beam still hit her shoulder, leaving a charred wound.

She gritted her teeth and continued to charge forward.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Jin Ling finally panicked.

She turned to run, but Su Xiaoxiao had already pounced on her.

Su Xiaoxiao grabbed Jin Ling's waist, her legs wrapping tightly around hers.

"Let go!"

Jin Ling screamed, her right eye flashing wildly with golden light as beams shot into Su Xiaoxiao's back at close range.

Su Xiaoxiao let out a muffled groan, her back scorched black, but she did not let go.

She smiled, her voice small but carrying a stubbornness.

"Our captain still has to fight, I can't let you go and cause trouble."

She kicked hard, and the two rolled off the arena together.

"Bang!"

The two fell to the ground. Blood flowed freely from Su Xiaoxiao's back, but she wore a smile on her face as she looked at the sky and murmured.

"Lin Fan, it's up to you."

The referee announced.

"Jin Ling, out! Su Xiaoxiao, out!"

Exclamations erupted from the spectator stands again.

"Another one! Su Xiaoxiao also dragged Jin Ling down!"

"Is the Lin Fan Team crazy? They're all throwing their lives away one by one!"

Sun Wei watched this scene, a smile appearing on his honest face.

"It's my turn."

He raised his shield and charged toward Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan's face was livid; he slapped the ground repeatedly with his left hand, and stone spikes shot out from under Sun Wei's feet.

Sun Wei did not dodge or evade, allowing the stone spikes to pierce his legs.

Blood flowed down his pant legs, and every step left a bloody footprint on the ground.

But he did not stop, a fierce smile still hanging on his face.

Savage Charge!

He was like a war chariot, charging toward Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan wanted to dodge, but Sun Wei raised his shield and slammed it into the ground—Earth Pulse Tremor!

"Bang!"

The ground under Zhou Yan's feet shook violently, and his figure faltered.

In that instant, Sun Wei had already crashed in front of him, his arms tightly clamping around Zhou Yan, tightening like iron pincers.

"Let go!"

Zhou Yan roared, raising his Armorized left hand and smashing it fiercely toward Sun Wei's back.

Blood immediately spilled from the corner of Sun Wei's mouth, but he grinned.

"My mission... is to take you down with me."

He kicked off hard with both feet, holding Zhou Yan as he fell backward—the two of them fell off the edge of the arena together!

"Bang!"

Dust flew into the air. The referee shouted: "Zhou Yan, out! Sun Wei, out!"

The spectator stands were already boiling.

"That's three! Three people from the Lin Fan Team, dragging three people from the other side down with them!"

"They are betting all their hope on Lin Fan alone!"

"Lunatics! They are all lunatics!"

Qin Ling stood in place, watching her three teammates fall off the arena one by one, her eyes slightly reddening.

Lin Feng had already emerged from the shadows, his Shadow Claws aimed straight at her heart.

Qin Ling did not dodge.

She just turned around, the dark golden light in her left eye glowing brightly.

Compound Eye Illusion—Activate!

Lin Feng felt his vision blur; countless worker bees swarmed in from all directions, dense and covering the sky.

He subconsciously swung his Shadow Claws, frantically tearing at those illusions.

But in his eyes, Qin Ling's position had already changed to the edge of the arena.

He lunged in that direction, his Shadow Claws stabbing out fiercely.

But he only stabbed empty air.

By the time he regained his senses, he had already rushed to the edge of the arena, half his body hanging over the outside.

Qin Ling stood right behind him and gave a gentle push.

Lin Feng fell off the arena.

But in the moment he fell, he grabbed back, catching Qin Ling's ankle.

She did not struggle, letting Lin Feng drag her down.

The two fell off the arena together.

The referee announced.

"Lin Feng, out! Qin Ling, out!"

The spectator stands were completely crazy.

"Four! Four! All four people from the Lin Fan Team dragged their opponents down with them!"

"There are only two people left on the arena now!"

"Lin Fan versus Ye Wushuang!"