Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Luo Ji’s mouth formed a large "O" shape, ignoring the cries and shouts from behind him, his eyes fixed solely on the golden figure flying away in the sky.

Not until that smudge of gold disappeared over the horizon did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

His right hand clenched tightly, nails almost digging into his palm, while internally he roared savagely at the [Life-Stealing Calamity Mirror]:

"Miracle! Just look! My judgment is right, [Unscrupulous] is the most badass Life Chart!"

Luo Ji’s ambitious heart would not die, resembling a rebellious youth trying to persuade elders to accept new ideas, but the mirror remained unresponsive like an antique relic from the last era.

Completely speechless, Luo Ji could only turn his attention back to Feng Yuhuai with a frustrated demeanor.

He was just a second away from completing a life-steal but was interrupted by an unexpected turn of events.

Now, he must find another opportunity to cast a glance at Feng Yuhuai.

Of course, Luo Ji also feared those monsters, but compared to the other panicked students around, he was evidently much calmer.

After all, he wasn’t a sheltered flower.

He had been kidnapped, experienced Evil Sacrifices, received blessings, infiltrated the Hidden Sect, and entered the White Bone Palace...

All these experiences accumulated, and anyone else might have died ten times over, yet he was as vigorous as ever, with even more vigor for the future.

What does this signify? It shows that Luo Ji is indeed destined to bear heaven’s mandate!

Even though he was just eighteen, he had already been through so much.

These experiences molded his unshakeable life credo—seeking wealth amid risk.

"The greater the danger, the greater the fortune!"

He silently chanted these words in his heart, eyes betraying a flicker of greed and resolve.

"If I could find a chance to bind Feng Yuhuai’s Life Chart, and then, if Feng Yuhuai was unlucky enough to be targeted and killed by a monster... I could fully complete my first life-steal?!!"

Luo Ji’s breath quickened, his chest heaving violently, his mind filled with beautiful visions of an unlimited future.

As if to prove Luo Ji’s visions might come true, almost all the remaining monsters in the arena simultaneously focused their gaze on Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai’s scalp suddenly tingled, and a chill surged from the bottom of her heart, quickly spreading throughout her body.

"The bad news is, I’ve been targeted..."

Being collectively targeted by a bunch of monsters, the pressure was almost tangible, setting off alarm bells in Feng Yuhuai’s head.

"The good news is, at least I know where this chill is coming from..."

Feng Yuhuai’s heart thumped, and considering the situation from her perspective about the monsters, she figured these monsters must be hungry, wanting to devour her.

"So, I have to hide in the crowd."

Feng Yuhuai didn’t even have time to think, instinctively making the best choice, just as Feng Ju expected.

She stood still initially, making no move that might provoke the monsters.

And her sidelong glance caught the referee sneaking and stealthily retreating.

The referee was robust and hefty, with muscles knotting up, intimidating just by standing there.

However, at that moment, he looked like a delicate young girl, swaying his hips, moving slowly, cautiously tiptoeing as if afraid of crushing a leaf underfoot.

His movements were so gentle they were almost silent, just a few steps away from retreating to the edge of the arena, resembling a cat caught doing something mischievous.

"It’s you!"

A cold glint flashed in Feng Yuhuai’s eyes, and she suddenly gathered strength in her legs, shooting toward the referee like an arrow.

The referee, just secretly rejoicing in soon escaping danger, heard sudden hurried footsteps nearby.

Glancing sideways, he was instantly terrified—Feng Yuhuai was charging toward him, and behind her, the monsters turned their rolling eyes to follow her in unison.

"Stop, student! I haven’t even announced the end of the match, those monsters are your final opponents, ah——"

The referee was scared out of his wits, his voice altered in pitch.

He was only a referee, responsible for overseeing the match, not participating in it!

Sure, he trained his physique well, but that was just to look formidable in front of cameras, not for actual fighting!

Frightened, he shouted, turning to run, his steps disordered like a cat caught in mischief.

But his actions couldn’t compare to Feng Yuhuai’s speed.

Feng Yuhuai flicked her fingers, sending out a slender red thread that spiraled like a web, encircling the referee’s ankle.

As the referee stumbled, before he could struggle, he was already tossed into the air by an overwhelming force from the thread, flung straight into the midst of the monsters like a cloth doll.

The referee, utterly terrified, clawed the ground desperately, barely stopping just before the monsters, cold sweat pouring off his forehead as his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

The monster wearing tattered clothes glanced at him but moved on, carrying with it the stench of sewage, brushing past him and continuing its pursuit of Feng Yuhuai.

Several other monsters followed closely, seemingly more interested in Feng Yuhuai.

The referee felt relief, thinking he’d escaped death.

But before his smile even surfaced, other monsters simultaneously reached out, grabbing onto his body.

Their claws embedded deeply in his flesh, tearing at him like beasts fighting for food.

"Ah——"

The referee’s scream was cut short by a monster’s claw, his throat’s cartilage crushed, blood gushing from his windpipe.

The scream abruptly ceased, blood splattering and staining the arena red.

The referee’s body was torn into pieces, the sound of chewing and swallowing echoing through the air, chilling the spine.

In his final moments, the last thing captured on his retinas was Feng Yuhuai hanging by a red thread, like a blood-drenched venomous spider, extending her limbs, creating eerie ripples in the air until she took several monsters down into the crowd with her.

"The Final Four of the University Martial Arts Joint Examination... too much bad manners..."

His consciousness drifted in darkness, leaving behind a faint grudge reverberating in the remnants of his vocal cords:

"That male student named Qian Duoyu directly forfeited and flew away, leaving it as it is... But this female student Feng Yuhuai, she used me to save herself...

Without even a ’sorry’ for me?!"

Cuicui and Zhang Liyou simultaneously tilted their heads back, pupils expanding in an instant, staring blankly as one person and seven monsters flew off the arena.

Boom——!

A loud explosion, the ground shook violently as if bombarded by artillery shells.

Within a twenty-meter radius, the ground collapsed, forming a massive pit, its edges cracking like a spiderweb, gravel and dust flying everywhere.

Thick blood mist gushed from the crater, like a blossoming flower of death, its petals woven from blood and flesh, spreading slowly through the air.

Cuicui and Zhang Liyou stood petrified, limbs cold and their breathing labored.

Their gazes fixed intently on the blood mist, leaving only one thought in their hearts:

"Yuhuai... is she dead?"