206: Chapter 206 Am I hallucinating? Why am I beating the other side up again?

Seeing that the battle was about to begin, Cui Jingming hurriedly gestured toward the back.

He signaled the supports in the team to come forward and prepare quickly; the moment Gu Changming was sent down, they were to immediately pour potion and Healing Spells into him.

These preparations had to be made; Gu Changming might end up in an even worse state than he was just now.

Cui Jingming had just reached out to call them over and hadn't even turned his head back when a muffled 'thud' came from behind him.

Cui Jingming's eyes flickered, and his heart skipped a beat.

That fast?

He hurriedly looked toward the arena, but when his gaze landed, his whole body froze, and his eyes went wide.

It wasn't the brutal scene he had imagined of Gu Changming being disemboweled by the opponent.

Instead, Gu Changming had already rushed forward, raising a leg to kick directly at the opponent's neck.

The Beast-Eared Clan member's pupils constricted, and he reflexively raised his arm across his neck, forcefully blocking the kick.

But the moment their limbs collided, his expression changed.

The power of that kick was absurdly high; his entire arm went numb from the shock, and his body fell uncontrollably downward.

The second he hit the ground, the next attack had already arrived.

Without any pause, Gu Changming stepped forward again and delivered another fierce kick to the opponent's abdomen.

The Beast-Eared Clan member's reaction was also timely, immediately using his arms to parry.

But just as Gu Changming's kick touched his elbow, it suddenly flicked upward, launching him from the ground into mid-air.

Then Gu Changming twisted his body half a turn, and his other leg swept across like a whip, slamming solidly into the Beast-Eared Clan member's chest.

"Slap!"

The sound was both crisp and heavy.

The Beast-Eared Clan member was sent flying horizontally by the kick, his back slamming hard against the transparent glass at the edge of the arena.

Watching the scene before him, Cui Jingming's mind went blank. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time.

The battle on the stage continued.

The moment the Beast-Eared Clan member's back crashed into the invisible glass, Gu Changming was already in front of him, his Tang sword thrusting straight forward, the tip of the blade aimed right for the opponent's head.

The Beast-Eared Clan member's pupils shrank as he tilted his head with all his might.

The tip of the blade grazed past his ear in a hair's breadth escape.

He dodged it.

But he only dodged that one strike.

Gu Changming's wrist flicked, turning the blade sideways to slash across his neck in one fluid motion.

The Beast-Eared Clan member dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade in a pathetic manner. He pressed his soles against the transparent glass, wanting to spring away and create distance.

He wanted to flee.

He had just exerted force to dodge to the side...

...but Gu Changming's left hand had already reached out, grabbing his shoulder and tightening his fingers like iron pincers.

Then, he yanked back violently.

The opponent's body lost all control.

In the next second, Gu Changming twisted his waist and exerted force through his arm, swinging the man down from the air like a sack of grain and slamming him into the ground.

"Bang!"

The Beast-Eared Clan member was slammed ruthlessly onto the floor.

He lay prone on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his hands pressing against the floor as he tried to crawl back up.

However, at this moment, Gu Changming stood tall above him, his gaze falling upon him without a shred of emotion.

Then, he opened his palm, and in the next instant, silver threads drifted out from his person.

Those silver threads poured out from his cuffs, his hem, and his shoulders, floating in mid-air and slowly spreading out before him like a suspended silver mist.

The silver threads gathered in increasing numbers, dense and packed, suspended in the air before him, making him look as if he were standing amidst a field of silver light.

The Beast-Eared Clan member had already propped up half his body and was looking up, his eyes filled with terror.

Gu Changming pressed his wrist down.

The Thousand Silk Shuttle moved.

Those silver threads poured down from mid-air like a torrential rain.

Silver light filled the sky, covering everything.

The silver rain fell upon the Beast-Eared Clan member, piercing through his body and pinning him to the arena floor.

A series of dense, muffled thuds merged into one.

Watching this scene, Cui Jingming stood in a daze, looking up at the figure on the arena. His mouth moved, but only one sentence squeezed out in the end:

"What the hell..."

He was truly, completely dumbfounded.

He just stood there blankly, staring straight at the figure on the arena, his mind a total void.

After several seconds, he opened his mouth and muttered to himself as if in a trance, "Did I hurt my head just now? Am I hallucinating?"

Otherwise, how could he possibly see such an absurd scene?

It must be so.

As he spoke, he was about to turn his head to confirm with the person beside him whether he was hallucinating.

But just as he turned his head and before he could speak, a hand reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Alliance Leader?" That person was a captain from their team, and at this moment, his face was also full of confusion, his eyes wider than Cui Jingming's. "Am I hallucinating? How is that newcomer giving the other side such a beatdown?"

Being grabbed like that and hearing those words, Cui Jingming's head also buzzed.

He finally realized.

Damn it, it seemed he wasn't hallucinating after all.

It was real!

Cui Jingming swallowed hard and cast his gaze back toward the stage.

By now, a new round of battle had begun, and Gu Changming was facing the newly fused candidate from the Star-Gazing Clan.

Cui Jingming subconsciously clenched his fists.

And then he saw it.

A scene exactly the same as before.

Gu Changming no longer used probing maneuvers like he did previously; he charged straight in.

That cluster of energy was continuously crushed in Gu Changming's hands, exploding into a cloud of light particles.

It would gather again.

Then be scattered again.

Gather again.

And be scattered again.

The opponent was suppressed and beaten by Gu Changming from start to finish, with absolutely no power to fight back.

The difference in strength between the two was visible to the naked eye, even more absurd than when he had faced that A-rank earlier.

Finally, after Gu Changming punched through the opponent's chest once more, the energy mass completely dissipated, turning into a sky full of light particles. Then, with a flash of white light, it was sent off the arena.

Cui Jingming stood there blankly, and only after a long time did he manage to squeeze out a sentence:

"Just... what on earth is going on?"

...

On the Beast-Eared Clan's side.

The atmosphere became heavy for the first time.

Horn was in no mood to comfort Wallin, who had just been teleported down. He stared intently at Gu Changming's figure on the stage, his eyes flickering with a very complex expression.

He stared for quite a while.

Suddenly, he reached out and beckoned to the side.

Before long, someone brought a giant cleaver, nearly the size of a door panel and double-edged, and handed it to him.

Horn reached out and gripped the hilt.

The moment it was in his hand, his wrist gave a slight tremor.

"Hum!"

The blade vibrated, and blade qi overflowed from the edge.

The instant the weapon was in his hand, a sliver of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

This human—he would have to take the field himself.

He had to kill him; if he couldn't get rid of him, they would undoubtedly lose this Assessment.

...

At the same time.

On the other side.

Noel withdrew his gaze from the arena, turned around, and glanced at the remaining clansmen behind him.

No one spoke.

Noel remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"It's our turn."

Seta and the others had already undergone fusion and could no longer fuse with them; it was their turn next.

"One last stand," he said slowly. "As long as we defeat that human, we can win this Assessment."