They all felt that everything was so reasonable and fair.
The only unreasonable thing was why someone so young could possess such a level of power?
Attack? Defense? Fierce battle?
No, none of that happened.
From the beginning, everyone was predicting the direction of this fight. But no one expected that the battle would not even start.
In fact—even Wen Xishu himself did not expect it.
"Wow!"
Miyamoto Yishu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't hold on any longer. Faced with the terrifying pressure, the psychological fear from the Red House, and the wicked transformation on Wen Xishu's body that only he could see—
He couldn't bear it any longer.
At this moment, the resentment entered his body, and Miyamoto Yishu felt as if he had entered some desolate village.
In his eyes was a huge dead tree.
But in the next second, he felt that the things winding in the sky were not the tree's branches, but countless starving ghosts' hands reaching out from the depths of Hell.
Clang.
The demon sword, which had given him infinite courage and the illusion of being able to kill anything, fell to the ground.
Terror-stricken to the extreme, Miyamoto Yishu began to cry and howl like a pig being slaughtered.
"Help! Help! Spare me!"
He started to bash his head against the ground frantically. Before anyone could react, Miyamoto Yishu's face was already covered in blood.
The Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family could no longer care about dignity, and instantly rushed into the battlefield.
He immediately helped Miyamoto Yishu up and then glanced at Wen Xishu with a warning look.
That glance made him feel immediate pressure.
Wen Xishu looked at the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family with contempt, as if he were looking at an ant, accompanied by an evil smile.
The Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family immediately felt a chill to the bone.
Even he couldn't compare to Xun Hui, so it was naturally impossible to oppose the Red House.
"All of you, die. Everyone here, die!"
Wen Xishu's self-muttering words went unheard, the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family only felt that the other party's lips moved slightly.
Next, he didn't even see what happened—suddenly feeling a hand fall on the crown of his head.
The breath of death immediately shrouded the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family's head.
Couldn't avoid it, couldn't escape it.
At this moment, lantern images flashed in the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family's mind.
He felt that he was doomed to die, unable even to make a slight resistance.
Fortunately, in the next instant, an elderly figure appeared in the battlefield.
The old man's eyes were like an eagle's; with a smile that seemed to welcome the start of a good show, he patted Wen Xishu:
"Alright, alright, that's enough. This child has been kowtowing in repentance, his face is covered in blood, and you, being the headmaster, don't need to be this harsh."
Albert, moving at a speed even the Ghost Groom couldn't perceive, appeared in front of Wen Xishu, grabbing the wrist that was about to 'explode' the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family.
His smile was very kind, but the glint in his eyes, like a sharp blade, made Wen Xishu, in Ghost Groom form, instantly feel a sense of crisis.
The people who couldn't move switched from Miyamoto Yishu and the Patriarch of the Miyamoto Family, to Wen Xishu.
Then, a tremendous force cut off all of Wen Xishu's perception, making him feel isolated from the outside world.
But within this barrier, his consciousness began to slowly regain control.
Xun Hui watched all this with an unbelievable and astonished expression.
He knew the gap between himself and the old man was large, knew that the sixtieth floor and the ninety-sixth floor were not the same realm.
But what he didn't know was that staying in the ninety-sixth floor for decades and just entering it were completely different concepts.
He vaguely guessed what had happened to Wen Xishu.
He just didn't expect that the potential runaway risk—would be so easily resolved by the old man.
...
The blood mist gradually dissipated.
When the ground in the center was once again exposed to the crowd's view—
Wen Xishu's eyes had returned to normal.
His expression was calm, but inside, he was in turmoil.
And Miyamoto Yishu, curled up on the ground, was muttering intermittently, having lost all combat ability.
A so-called duel ends with either victory or defeat.
Yet the outcome in this manner still left everyone in shock.
At this moment, Wen Xishu said in a very small voice:
"Headmaster... what exactly did you do to me?"
Albert did not immediately answer the question but smiled:
"Hahahahaha, not bad, anyone who remains unconvinced is welcome to challenge the headmaster of Three Towers Academy Deceit Tower Academy—Wen Xishu."
The place fell silent, no one responded.