Is Ten-Step Hall’s fists really something you can just take head-on like that?
The audience on the second floor was in an uproar as well.
Not long ago, the power of Enflamed Fist had already been demonstrated once, leaving the Martial Arts Club veterans battered and miserable.
Everyone was afraid of Ten-Step Hall’s fists—even Black Stone couldn’t fully withstand them. So just who was this Bearded Bro?
Looking closely, you could see water bubbling up from Bearded Bro’s bruised face. Pure blue Water Element surged there, forming a localized defensive Magic Shield.
“Look, look! Even the Martial Arts Club people are using magic now. That’s definitely a foul this time, right?” Feini protested again.
“So what if someone’s using magic? You guys have magic users too.” said the Faceless Witch.
“We’re the Double Tea Party, of course we can use magic.” Feini retorted.
“If you keep making a fuss and pestering the referee, get out.” The Faceless Witch handed Feini a Magic Yellow Card, warning her once.
Back to the match, Ten-Step Hall was already on the chase, raining down a barrage of rapid punches—Double Dragon Rising from the Sea—unleashing a flurry on Bearded Bro.
Yet Bearded Bro just did as he pleased, hands in his pockets, letting the hits land. More and more Water Element gushed out from his body.
Rather, it was as if his whole being was made of Water Element, his body resembling White Feather Dove’s Lunar Shield, with exceptional flexibility and stretch, able to greatly reduce the damage of physical attacks.
When Ten-Step Hall punched him, Bearded Bro’s entire body shook and wobbled, completely dissipating the force—powerful enough to shatter a building, yet nullified.
He countered physical attacks even more than White Feather Dove’s Lunar Shield.
After all, his whole body was used for force absorption.
This Bearded Bro was Martial Arts Club’s secret Killer Move to counter the Fire-breathing Red Dragon, since his powers could restrain Dragon Breath flames.
He was originally prepared for Orange Sea Dream, but now was sent out to handle Ten-Step Hall first.
“Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!”
That wasn’t all—on Bearded Bro’s back, eight octopus-like tentacles suddenly appeared, curling up massive, pot-sized, bouncing fists, launching eight punches per second in a rapid counterattack.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Ten-Step Hall was forced onto the defensive, trading blows with Enflamed Fist and Octopus Eight Water Fists—water and fire clashing in a spectacular scene.
The octopus arms were soft and spongy; Enflamed Fist hitting them was like punching tofu, with no damage dealt.
But for the moment, the match was at a stalemate—even Ten-Step Hall was targeted and pinned down by the opponent, unable to break free or quickly end the fight.
“See? Isn’t this orthodox martial arts for you?” the Faceless Witch quipped.
Now, the last hope was left to Qingshamu…
Unfortunately, she had already engaged with the Vice President of the Martial Arts Club and had traded several rounds.
This scholarly-looking man with an eggshell haircut and glasses turned out to be the only truly orthodox martial artist, assuming a boxer’s stance and shuffling, moving in sync with Qingshamu in a two-person dance.
But Qingshamu didn’t draw her sword. She wasn’t taking it seriously, having evaluated their combat strengths and knowing she couldn’t defeat the Vice President in a short time.
The Vice President’s name was Jie van Helsing.
His surname alone was extraordinary. Though he looked gentle, his martial arts were formidable.
Qingshamu herself was famous for her skill, so anyone sparring with her had to be top-notch.
Jie van Helsing’s arms were like two iron doors—nearly impossible to break through. He understood his role clearly: his job was to firmly pin down Qingshamu.
As the Martial Arts Club’s White Paper Fan, he had analyzed the Enemy Team’s composition before the match:
The Enemy Team had two members who could shatter Black Stone during training: the Orange Dragon Girl and the Headless Rider.
Assign the sea monster Bearded Bro to tie up Ten-Step Hall, and himself to pin down this Headless Rider. No need to win—just hold the line.
Because their other teammates would secure victory, take out the remaining members of the Enemy Team, then gang up on these two main forces. This round would be a surefire win.
The victory formula was already written—simple as that. Wasn’t it just like Tian Ji’s horse racing strategy?
Now all five fighters on both sides were locked in their own fierce battles.
That left the last two members of Lost Beast as the key to breaking the deadlock.
No, they were the key to being broken.
Who were the two left in the Senior United Team? Red Dragon Orange Sea Dream and history’s strongest Half-Dragon, Old Mo.
And who was hiding in the back row of Lost Beast? Not to mention the Frost Magician Xueyuedai, but the last one—a worm playing the zither by the roadside?
This time, there was no escort. The opponents were all top-tier experts.
Feini immediately revealed her true colors, becoming the weak link in the team, a total dead weight.
“…Do you guys even know how to fight as a team?”
Feini really wanted to complain. This scene was way too anime—the supposed team fight had turned into a series of one-on-one duels, every match devolving into a seesaw struggle.
Even the major heroines, Ten-Step Hall and the mysterious Qingshamu, had been pinned down. Where was the promised invincibility? All the hype, yet all were being countered.
But that couldn’t be helped—this kind of anime plot just couldn’t move forward otherwise.
You couldn’t have it end like a MOBA Match, with a teamfight resolved in an instant, taking out the enemy core and instantly winning, unless it was ten tanks slugging it out, dragging things out for a while.
Apart from the Stone Demon, everyone here wanted to show off their own moves.
You couldn’t really have a five-on-five, all-out brawl smashing the enemy’s core in ten seconds, could you? That would be unwatchable—too cruel, no suspense.
If you didn’t push the main characters to the edge, they wouldn’t reveal their true strength.
“Spread out, spread out! Give me space to solo the weapon mini-boss!”
Orange Sea Dream laughed heartily as she finally stood up slowly from her chair.
Everyone thought she’d be up against Ten-Step Hall, but who’d have thought her matchup was Feini?
So, it was Red Dragon vs. weapon trap mini-boss? That’s some “fair” matchup design! Fight my ass!
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Suddenly, several Frost arrows were fired in an arc from the distance!
Orange Sea Dream lifted her hand and swept a mist of flame. All the Frost Magic turned into steam in mid-air.
She hopped in place, making a shooting motion—instantly creating a highly compressed little fireball, arcing perfectly through the air, striking the back row of the Enemy Team.
“Oh!” A thunderous explosion—the flames swept across the arena, finally putting the anti-magic gymnasium to good use.
The blast sent Lost Beast’s team into immediate panic.
“Feini!” Qingshamu was desperate, trying to turn back and help, but was blocked by Vice President Jie.
“…” Even Ten-Step Hall paused for half a second—her Dragon’s Heart faltered, but she was too tied up to assist.
“You’re still not drawing your sword? Is it so precious? Or are you saving your killer move for someone else?” Vice President Jie mocked Shingsha Wei.
He saw right through this young female swordswoman: seemingly aloof, but in fact proud and ambitious, keeping her trump card in reserve for someone else.
Shingsha Wei had committed the cardinal sin of teamfights: hoarding her ultimate for the holidays.
But as the waves of Dragon Breath faded, in one corner of the gymnasium, a gigantic Frost Giant Rock Wall stood, blasted open into a massive crater, but Feini was safe inside for now, unharmed.
This was Xueyuedai’s defensive technique. Though the Frost Magician’s offensive spells were lacking, her defensive spells were top-tier.
But you can’t hide forever.
How many more Dragon Breath Bombs can the Frost Wall withstand? How much magic does little Xue have left to repair that broken wall?
Moreover, Orange Sea Dream specialized in shield-breaking spells.
In truth, the terror of Dragon Breath magic never lay in its destructive power—many advanced spells could rival its force, but none were as renowned.
Only Dragon Breath was worthy of symbolizing “Destruction”.
The reason was simple: the distinctive feature of Dragon Breath lay in its sustained, overwhelming destruction.
Dragon Breath wasn’t just an explosive spell; the blasting Dragon Breath Bombs were just shortcuts, tricks borrowed from human magicians.
True Dragon Breath was a vast, persistent destruction magic—a flame that wouldn’t cease until everything was burned to ashes.
“Let me show you the real Dragon Breath magic.”
Orange Sea Dream pushed her glasses up with her left hand, bent her right arm, and a dangerous red light glowed from beneath her school uniform.
“Roar!”
She suddenly opened her mouth wide, unleashing a beam of annihilating red energy—the Red Dragon Ray—directly at the ice wall!
“Rumble! Rumble!”
With one Red Dragon Ray, Xueyuedai’s solid ice wall shattered and melted instantly.
She herself suffered severe magical backlash, breaking out in a cold sweat and collapsing to her knees on the spot.
“Xueyuedai, are you alright?” Feini helped her up.
“Do I look alright…” Xueyuedai smiled wryly, pushing Feini away. “Get away from me. Stay here and you’ll be targeted again.”
“I’ll hold them off.” Feini didn’t even know where her confidence came from.
“Just get away!” Xueyuedai was starting to get anxious.
“Heh, such touching camaraderie. But don’t worry, I won’t kill Apprentices—at most, you’ll be injured a little.” Orange Sea Dream smiled lightly, raising her hand as a Dragon Breath Bomb began to gather in her palm.
No wonder dragon girls disliked using true Dragon Breath; having to spew fire from your mouth was rather ungraceful. The Dragon Breath Bomb looked a lot cooler.
“Goodbye.” The Dragon Breath Bomb shot out in a straight line—Orange Sea Dream was certain of her victory.
But at that very moment…
A jet-black shadow dashed forward from behind her, overtaking the speeding Dragon Breath Bomb and punching it directly.
“Bang!”
The Dragon Breath Bomb was intercepted mid-flight.
“Little Black, what are you doing?”
Orange Sea Dream’s smile froze on her face—she couldn’t smile anymore.
A black claw parted the smoke, revealing that the one who had blocked the Dragon Breath Bomb was Kurosaki.
Not just President Haimeng, but the entire Lost Beast team (except for Feini and Baicheng), as well as the audience, were shocked, glancing at each other in astonishment at this sudden twist.
“Sorry, Boss. Actually, I’m an undercover agent.” Kurosaki answered in a deep voice.