198: Chapter 198 Veterinarians are also doctors

The Speed was so fast that Lin Shiyao could barely track it with her eyes, the strength so great that every step left a deep footprint on the ground, and the killing intent so thick that the air itself turned cold.

This time, the wolf king was not hunting; it was fighting to the death.

Lin Shiyao pushed off the ground with her hands and rolled to the side.

The wolf king's claws grazed her back, tearing a long gash in her school uniform and leaving three shallow bloody scratches on her back.

Lin Shiyao had no time to feel the pain, for the second claw was already upon her.

She raised her hands and used all her might to expand her Gravity Domain.

Tenfold Gravity.

Lin Shiyao released all her remaining Mental Energy in one go.

An invisible force erupted from her body in all directions.

The ground collapsed. With her as the center, the concrete floor sank into a shallow circular pit, and cracks spread outward from the center, as dense as a spiderweb.

Dust in the air was pressed to the ground, and even the light was distorted. The wolf king's body suddenly sank within the Gravity Domain, its limbs bracing against the ground, its bones creaking.

Blood flowed from its mouth; the Gravity had damaged its internal organs.

But the wolf king's eyes remained fixed on Lin Shiyao, burning with insane killing intent. There was no fear, no retreat, only the obsession of fighting until death.

Lin Shiyao's hands were trembling, and her Mental Energy was depleting rapidly. She could not hold on much longer; she had to end this quickly.

Lin Shiyao raised her right hand, fingers pressed together, and compressed the Gravity onto her fingertips.

A tiny point of Gravity, so dense that even light could not escape it.

Lin Shiyao's fingertips were glowing; this was the light produced after space had been distorted to the extreme.

She had never used this move before and did not know if it would work, but she had no other choice.

The wolf king sensed danger and opened its mouth, a blood-red radiance surging from the depths of its throat.

This was its innate ability, a unique attack method of the Blood-Eyed Wolf King: condensing the blood energy within its body into a beam and firing it, with enough power to pierce steel plates.

The blood-red beam shot out from the wolf king's mouth, heading straight for Lin Shiyao's chest.

The beam pierced through the Gravity Domain with almost no reduction in Speed, because Gravity could only affect objects with mass, and the mass of the beam was nearly zero.

Lin Shiyao dodged to the left, the beam grazing her left shoulder.

Her school uniform was burned through, and her skin was scorched, leaving a charred wound.

The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh, and excruciating pain spread from her shoulder throughout her entire body.

Lin Shiyao nearly fainted, but she gritted her teeth and refused to fall.

Her Mental Energy was overdrawn, and her body was exhausted. Her vision began to blur, her ears were filled with a buzzing sound, and the world became fragmented in her perception.

The wolf king's body rose from the ground. Lin Shiyao's Gravity Domain was collapsing and weakening, going from tenfold to eightfold, eightfold to fivefold, and fivefold to threefold.

Lin Shiyao's fingers were trembling, and the point of Gravity at her fingertips became unstable, flickering like a lamp about to go out.

The wolf king lunged.

This was not a probe, nor a feint; it was the final, fatal strike.

The wolf king's mouth opened to its widest, strings of saliva hanging between two rows of sharp teeth, its target being Lin Shiyao's neck.

Lin Shiyao did not dodge.

Her body could no longer move; the backlash from the Gravity Domain had stiffened her muscles, and her limbs felt as if they had been filled with lead.

But Lin Shiyao still had her right hand, and that fingertip, and that tiny, unstable point of Gravity.

The wolf king's mouth snapped shut.

Lin Shiyao thrusted her right hand forward.

Her fingertip pierced into the wolf king's chin, passing through flesh, bone, and tongue, and stabbing into its upper jaw.

That point of Gravity, compressed to the extreme, exploded deep within the wolf king's mouth.

The point of Gravity collapsed inward, sucking everything around it inside.

Flesh, bone, teeth, air, light.

A fist-sized black hole appeared in the wolf king's upper jaw, its edges as neat as if cut by a knife—not cut, but vanished.

The matter there had been sucked away by the point of Gravity, leaving nothing behind.

The wolf king's body stiffened, its eyes widening abruptly, reflecting Lin Shiyao's face in its blood-red pupils.

The wolf king's mouth was still open, but it could no longer close, because its upper jaw was gone.

The wolf king's body began to tremble.

It spread from its head all the way to its tail, its body tilted, and it crashed to the ground with a thud.

The ground shook once, and then it became quiet.

Blood gushed from the wolf king's mouth, nose, and ears, pooling into a small red stream on the ground.

The wolf king's eyes were still open, but the red light within them had extinguished, turning into a dull, dead color.

The wolf king was dead.

Lin Shiyao knelt on the ground, her right hand still extended, her fingertip maintaining the posture of the thrust.

Her entire arm was trembling; it was a muscle spasm caused by the depletion of her Mental Energy.

She pulled her right hand out from the wolf king's mouth, bringing out a gush of warm blood and brain matter.

Her entire arm was red, making it impossible to tell if it was blood or something else.

Lin Shiyao's left shoulder was charred, her school uniform burned and stuck to her skin.

There were three deep claw marks on her back, and blood was still flowing.

Lin Shiyao knelt there, head lowered, panting heavily.

She had won!

At the edge of the arena, Old Zhao watched this scene with no expression.

He had seen many people die in that arena—throats torn out, internal organs ripped out, spines snapped.

He had thought Lin Shiyao would be one of them, but she wasn't. He had misjudged her.

Old Zhao pressed the button on the wall, and the iron gate slowly rose.

He walked into the arena, approached Lin Shiyao, squatted down, and looked at her right hand.

"Your arm is fractured. Second-degree burns on your shoulder. Claw wounds on your back. Mental Energy is overdrawn. You need to rest for at least two weeks."

Lin Shiyao looked up at him, her voice hoarse: "Did I pass?"

"You passed."

Lin Shiyao nodded, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly—not a smile, but a sense of relief.

Lin Shiyao's body finally gave out; she tilted forward, her head hitting the ground, and she lost consciousness.

But the corners of her mouth remained curled, as if she were smiling.

Wang Lin walked over from the edge of the arena, lifted Lin Shiyao's shoulders, and let her lean against him.

He looked up at Old Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, is there an infirmary here?"

"No infirmary. But there is a veterinary clinic."

Wang Lin's mouth twitched slightly. Forget it, a veterinarian is still a doctor, he thought, and helped Lin Shiyao stand up.

They walked through the corridor and arrived in front of a low, single-story building.

A sign hung at the door—"Veterinary Clinic."

Old Zhao pushed the door open, and the smell of disinfectant rushed to meet them.

"Old Gu, there's a patient."

The door inside opened, and a man walked out. He was in his fifties, with graying hair and wearing a pair of reading glasses.

Old Gu glanced at the unconscious Lin Shiyao in Wang Lin's arms and sighed: "Put her on the bed."

"You people, sending wounded to me every single day."

"This is a veterinary clinic, not a field hospital."