187: Chapter 187 Can your eyes see through my sea?

At this moment, someone in the lounge finally came to their senses and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice:

"This is too fake, right? Senior Cong Nanshan was clearly suffering from mental exhaustion earlier; he wasn't in good condition..."

"Exactly, if he were in his prime, how could he have been successfully ambushed?"

"This Jiang You just got lucky and picked up a huge bargain..."

Hearing these whispers, Jiang You stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, his deep blue eyes sweeping over those who were making excuses.

There was no anger, only a faint mockery.

"Not in good condition?"

"Lucky?"

Jiang You laughed, his smile somewhat cold.

He walked up to Cong Nanshan, looking down at this once arrogant senior, his voice calm yet deafening:

"On the battlefield, will the enemy spare you just because you didn't sleep well last night?"

"Will monsters wait for you to recover your mana just because you just used your ultimate move?"

"A loss is a loss."

"This world will only ever remember the names of the victors, not the excuses of the losers."

Jiang You raised his head, his gaze like a blade, pointing directly at Xie Fuyao and the others:

"Besides, I warned you all earlier."

"I said that you were tired, but I was energetic."

"You didn't believe me and insisted on banging your heads against a wall."

"Now that you've broken your heads and are bleeding, you're blaming the uneven road?"

"Is this your so-called... demeanor of the strong?"

These words were like loud slaps, striking everyone across the face.

Especially those who had been harboring wishful thinking, believing that Jiang You had merely been opportunistic; they lowered their heads in shame.

Indeed.

He clearly told you, "I am at full status," but you looked down on him and insisted on fighting while injured.

Now that you've been taken out in a second, who can you blame?

"What a 'a loss is a loss'."

Xie Fuyao, who had been silent all along, finally stood up slowly.

His moon-white Tang suit fluttered without wind, and a terrifying aura belonging to a Tier 4 Martial Artist slowly permeated the hall.

If Cong Nanshan was a massive, heavy mountain,

then Xie Fuyao was a bottomless ocean.

Oppressive, suffocating, vast.

"Jiang You, you have truly impressed me."

Xie Fuyao stepped down the stairs, each step seemingly landing on everyone's heartbeat:

"You have proven with facts that in Pool 1, you are not prey, but a qualified hunter."

"However..."

Xie Fuyao stopped five meters away from Jiang You.

Their gazes collided in the air, as if sparks were flying.

"Among hunters, there are also levels of skill."

"Cong Nanshan lost because his skills were inferior, and also because he underestimated the enemy."

"But I am different."

Xie Fuyao slightly raised his hand, and in his palm, a mass of black water slowly swirled, emitting a chilling coldness:

"My condition, while not at 100%, has recovered to about 70-80%."

"And, I never underestimate my opponent."

"Jiang You."

Xie Fuyao looked directly into Jiang You's eyes and issued an ultimatum:

"I will take the next round."

"I want to see if those eyes of yours..."

"Can see through my sea!"

Boom!

The whole place erupted!

Xie Fuyao!

The senior chief of Class A! The publicly recognized number one person in the entire school!

He was actually going to step into the arena himself to suppress this newly enrolled freshman?

This was definitely the most high-profile duel since the Hundred Schools League qualifiers!

As Xie Fuyao's voice fell, the phantom of the black water around him suddenly expanded, and a suffocating, damp cold aura instantly swept through the hall.

In everyone's perception, although Xie Fuyao's blood energy value had been depleted, it was still maintained at a terrifying 65.0!

Among mid-Tier 4, this was already absolutely outstanding.

Facing this overwhelming pressure, just as Jiang You wanted to step forward to trade some barbs with him, his shoulder was pressed down by someone.

"Yo, Senior Xie, quite the imposing manner."

A fragrant breeze swept over, and Senior Ji Youyou swayed her slender waist, blocking Jiang You.

Although there was a smile in her peach blossom eyes, the purple-black poisonous mist surging behind her was as ferocious as if it were solid.

"If you want to move our Class F captain, don't you have to ask us if we agree first?"

Senior Ji Youyou held a poisonous needle glowing with a dim light between her fingertips, her tone chilling: "Although I admit you are strong, you are only a little bit stronger than me."

"If we really fight to the death, I am confident that before I am drowned by you, I can ensure you spend the rest of your life lying in the ICU with tubes inserted."

"Zzzzt—"

On the other side, blue electric arcs crackled.

Qiu Yunan pushed up her glasses, closed the book in her hand, and stood on the other side of Jiang You.

Although she didn't like to talk, the lightning swirling around her was exceptionally violent.

"Class F does not accept one-sided pressure."

At this moment, the whole room was moved.

Everyone suddenly woke up to the realization.

This group of freaks in Class F didn't just have Jiang You as a monster!

Which one of these seniors wasn't a notorious tough character in the school?

Seeing both sides at daggers drawn, with the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, a chaotic battle seemed inevitable.

Just at this moment.

"Hehehe... Hahaha..."

A low, suppressed laugh that carried a hint of inexplicable excitement suddenly came from behind Class F.

Immediately after, a dark shadow, like a roc spreading its wings, "whooshed" and sprang up from the sofa, tracing an arc in the air that wasn't exactly graceful, and finally "slapped" onto one knee, blocking in front of Qiu Yunan with extreme precision and affectation.

Lu Xingye.

His messy hair, which he had taken a few seconds to groom, fluttered chaotically in the air conditioning breeze, and he struck a pose he considered cool enough to shatter the heavens.

He slowly raised his head, and with the only eye exposed (the other was covered by his bangs), he looked affectionately at Qiu Yunan behind him.

Then he turned his head abruptly, staring fixedly at Xie Fuyao opposite him, and let out a deafening roar:

"Stop!!"

"Foolish mortal!"

"Who allowed you to look directly at the goddess's majesty?"

The whole audience: "..."

The originally tense, hair-trigger atmosphere was instantly like a popped balloon, leaking away completely.

Xie Fuyao frowned tightly, looking at this lunatic who had suddenly appeared, and for a moment, he actually forgot what expression to put on.

Lu Xingye, however, was completely immersed in his own world.

He abruptly flicked the hem of his combat suit, his back to Qiu Yunan, and said in a "domineering CEO" tone that only appears in low-quality idol dramas:

"Yunan, step back!"

"This kind of battle stained with worldly dust is not worthy of dirtying your hands."

"Protecting the sanctity of thunder is the destiny of us, the dependents of the Black Wings!"

After speaking, he turned his head, pointing the tip of his blade at Xie Fuyao, his nostrils flared towards the sky:

"Xie Fuyao! If you want to hurt her, you must step over my corpse!"

"Come! Feel the trembling from the abyss! My Black Flame Dragon is already impatient to devour your soul!"

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The corners of Xie Fuyao's mouth twitched wildly; the sense of crisis of being locked onto by a strong opponent instantly disappeared, replaced by a... strong sense of awkwardness.

He glanced at Qiu Yunan, and a trace of sympathy actually leaked into his eyes.

As for Qiu Yunan, the person involved, the cold expression on her face could no longer be maintained.

Her hand, which was pushing up her glasses, froze in mid-air, and veins were throbbing on her forehead.