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Snow Qincheng's face was filled with worry. He knew that the situation of the two on stage was dire.
If the Battle Situation continued to develop like this, the final outcome would inevitably be a mutual destruction.
Aotian was very likely to completely lose control, becoming a puppet driven solely by slaughter. In that case, his strength would undoubtedly surge, and even Wang Jie would probably only be able to fall in regret.
Although he understood the outcome, Snow Qincheng could not intervene. After all, the battle between the two on stage was too intense; even she could barely protect herself, let alone save them both, which was undoubtedly a fool's dream.
At this moment, it seemed that the only one who could stop these two in the Duel Arena was Vice Dean Lin Chaoqun.
Snow Qincheng looked towards Lin Chaoqun and saw that his previously calm expression had gradually turned serious. Clearly, he also sensed that things were becoming tricky.
On the Dueling Platform, when Wang Jie saw Aotian's eyes filled with murderous intent, he was instantly horrified and screamed:
"That damn kid! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you; get away from me!"
If someone stood in front of Aotian at this moment, they would definitely notice that his eyes were filled with struggle.
At times filled with killing intent, at times clear as snow, at times shadowed by malice, and at times brimming with wisdom...
When Aotian heard Wang Jie's words, murderous rage instantly filled his eyes. The blood-red gaze revealed a hint of terrifying malice, yet deep within those eyes remained a glimmer of clarity not obscured by slaughter:
"I told you, today you must pay for what you said!"
Suddenly, Aotian's killing intent surged around him, disturbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Profound Qi. The floor of the Dueling Platform cracked under the pressure.
The Spear of Slaughter in Aotian's hand appeared even more powerful; the blood-red compass was once again pierced by the spear tip, creating another crack.
A thousand-mile dam can collapse due to an ant hole.
The appearance of this crack seemed to announce that even the hard compass was about to shatter. The fissures indeed began to spread across the entire compass.
"Die!"
Aotian roared violently. In an almost overwhelming manner, the Spear of Slaughter completely shattered the blood-red compass and continued its relentless thrust towards Wang Jie's chest.
Given the killing intent contained in the Spear of Slaughter, if it were to truly pierce Wang Jie’s chest, his internal organs would likely be obliterated by this murderous power in an instant.
A deep fear surged from the depths of Wang Jie’s heart like a tidal wave, and a terrified voice quickly escaped his lips:
“Don’t kill me! I admit defeat! I admit defeat!”
However, Aotian remained unmoved, the sound of the spear slicing through the air growing ever closer to Wang Jie.
As the Spear of Slaughter was about to strike Wang Jie’s chest, the many students below could not help but gasp in shock.
At that critical moment, the spear tip halted just before Wang Jie’s skin. The murderous aura emanating from the spear caused goosebumps to rise all over Wang Jie’s body, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
“Break!”
Suddenly, a light shout echoed throughout the Duel Arena. Then, everyone saw Aotian's cervical spine being struck hard by a powerful Mystical Energy.
Instantly, the once imposing Aotian, filled with killing intent, softened and collapsed onto the Dueling Platform, losing consciousness and becoming unaware of his surroundings.
The overwhelming killing aura surrounding Aotian also vanished completely in an instant, and the Spear of Slaughter mysteriously disappeared from Aotian's hand.
The spear had been formed from Aotian's killing intent; now that he was unconscious and had lost that intent, the spear naturally dissipated.
Looking at Aotian lying motionless on the ground, Wang Jie let out a heavy sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He respectfully said to Lin Chaoqun, who stood on the Dueling Platform:
“Thank you for saving me, Vice Dean!”
Indeed, it was Vice Dean Lin Chaoqun who had struck Aotian unconscious.
Lin Chaoqun nodded and then looked at Aotian lying on the ground without moving, a strange expression in his eyes.
Lin Chaoqun's cultivation far surpassed Aotian's, so he could clearly see what had happened earlier.
Although Aotian had indeed shown signs of being controlled by killing intent, he still maintained a final shred of clarity in his mind.
In other words, the intention to assassinate Wang Jie was not a result of Aotian losing control; his true desire was to kill Wang Jie.
Clearly, Wang Jie’s insult towards Aotian's parents completely violated Aotian's taboo. Otherwise, Aotian would not have risked breaking the academy's rules to kill Wang Jie.
"It seems this little guy cares a lot about his parents..." Lin Chaoqun murmured thoughtfully.
Wang Jie, of course, had no idea what Lin Chaoqun was thinking at that moment. He believed that Aotian's loss of control had caused dissatisfaction in the vice president.
Thus, Wang Jie foolishly said, "Vice President, this Aotian can't even control his murderous intent and almost lost himself to madness, becoming a puppet that only knows how to kill. I suggest we execute him on the spot to prevent an irreparable disaster in the future!"
"Wang Jie, you really have some nerve. Just now you were pretending to be pitiful and begging for mercy, and now you want to kill Aotian. I see you're just narrow-minded and can't stand Aotian being better than you!" Snow Qincheng also stepped onto the Dueling Platform and coldly shouted at Wang Jie.
Hearing this, Wang Jie’s expression became somewhat unnatural, and he quickly replied, "Regardless, Aotian's earlier loss of control is undeniable. Fortunately, the vice president is helping him this time; if no one helps him next time, what will happen? Wouldn't he become a puppet of slaughter? So to avoid unnecessary trouble, it’s better to execute him on the spot!"
"You..."
Snow Qincheng's face turned red, clearly angered by Wang Jie's words.
Snow Qincheng was naturally calm; she might not fear fighting but clearly could not match Wang Jie in verbal disputes.
"Alright, there’s no need to say more." At this moment, Lin Chaoqun said lightly.
Immediately, all the students' gazes focused on Lin Chaoqun. They knew that whether Aotian lived or died today depended entirely on this vice president's decision.
"Today, we will let the matter of Aotian pass!"
Upon hearing this, Snow Qincheng's eyes filled with joy while Wang Jie's expression darkened.
"Vice President, that bastard Aotian..."
Just as Wang Jie was about to continue speaking, Lin Chaoqun ruthlessly interrupted him:
"I said this matter is over, can't you understand?!"
Although Wang Jie felt a deep sense of unwillingness, facing Lin Chaoqun's stern gaze, he clearly lacked the courage to refute and could only helplessly say:
"Yes, Vice Dean!"
"Alright, Xue Qingcheng, you take Pride of the World to rest. Also, Wang Jie, you should quickly hand over the lost wager to Aotian. However, Aotian was also at fault this time, so you can skip the kowtow. Just give Aotian that ten thousand Contribution Points."
With that, Lin Chaoqun calmly walked off the stage.
Wang Jie’s face alternated between green and red; not only had he failed to have Vice Dean eliminate Aotian, but he also lost ten thousand Contribution Points. It truly was a case of losing more than he gained.
Wang Jie begrudgingly transferred ten thousand Contribution Points to Aotian's token and left the Duel Arena with the members of the Ink Society in disgrace.
Thus, this match concluded with Aotian's complete victory...
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