"Tsk..."
"That's... that's terrifying. He's like a rabid dog."
"It's the finals, after all. They're just one step away, and they're really putting their lives on the line."
Gasps and cries of alarm echoed endlessly from every corner of the stands.
In the grand finals of the individual competition, the male student who had once seemed to pull his punches—only to send his opponent flying out of bounds with a final kick—had finally bared his fangs.
His clothes were torn to shreds, his body covered in wounds. The Snow Blade in his hand had somehow become a dagger. He was straddling his opponent, repeatedly stabbing at the man's chest.
"TWEET! TWEET!" Li Lie's whistle blew, but even before it sounded, Cha Er had already shoulder-checked the frenzied student away.
The male student grimaced in pain. Even though he was the victor, the injuries he'd sustained were by no means minor.
