Xiao Feng remembered that when Su Yuzhuo was lying on the hospital bed, she confessed to him about her ability to concoct a highly corrosive liquid and even asked him to help purchase the raw materials.

And now, it seemed that Jian Zhesi's situation was the result of the high corrosive liquid starting to take effect.

"What... what is this?"

Jian Zhesi took two steps back, his voice noticeably panicked.

He didn't scream upon losing a hand because he simply didn't feel any pain.

However, the true fear had only just begun!

Jian Zhesi quickly discovered that after losing his hand, the corrosion hadn't stopped, continuing to climb upwards, affecting even his clothes.

In less than a minute, the entire forearm was gone.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Jian Zhesi let out a piercing scream, but it wasn't from pain, it was from fear.

Imagine watching your own arm rot away and disappearing, without feeling pain. Who wouldn't react this way, or even faint from fright?

At this point, the remaining six people immediately gathered together, as if instinctively seeking solace in numbers, knowing Jian Zhesi's demise was inevitable.

"Why didn't you just bring a machine gun and mow them all down?" Xiao Feng asked as he walked over to Su Yuzhuo.

Su Yuzhuo smiled, "I told you before, this must be used immediately after preparation. Once the effective time passes, it's no different from ordinary water. Besides, the raw materials are limited."

"Well then, while it's still effective, take care of those six as well," Xiao Feng gestured toward the six surviving instructors.

The six immediately retreated, maintaining a safe distance, watching Su Yuzhuo warily, while internally feeling immense anxiety.

Su Yuzhuo replied helplessly, "The capacity is limited, I can only use it once."

"..." Xiao Feng.

During the brief ceasefire, Su Yuzhuo approached Fujiwara Keiaki, crouched down, and looked at Zhao Guo'an and Sun Shijie, "Uncle Fujiwara, he..."

Zhao Guo'an quickly responded, "Temporarily stabilized, slowly recovering without risking his life, but his current condition is not optimistic. A slightly harder impact could cause irreversible damage to his internal organs from the broken ribs."

Sun Shijie applied medicine to Xiao Feng's wound to stop the bleeding, then took out a roughly mashed pill and indicated for him to swallow it.

It was called a pill, but it wasn't a standard round shape; it looked haphazardly mashed together, with an almost pitch-black color, and zero aesthetics.

Of course, now wasn't the time to worry about aesthetics; no matter how beautifully packaged, useless was still useless.

"Whew..."

After swallowing the pill, Xiao Feng exhaled deeply, feeling the pain on his body lessen, indicating that although the pill's appearance wasn't pleasing, its effect was indeed impressive!

After confirming Fujiwara Keiaki wasn't in life-threatening danger, Su Yuzhuo slowly stood up, only to see Lin Jiaxuan staring fixedly at the scythe on the ground.

The material of that scythe seemed unusual; with even the severed hand gone, it remained unscathed.

Walking over to pick up the scythe, Su Yuzhuo smiled and looked at Lin Jiaxuan, "You seem to like it a lot?"

"Yes," Lin Jiaxuan nodded straightforwardly in acknowledgment. The stunning moment the scythe swooped through left her heart pounding with excitement just recalling it.

This feeling was somewhat akin to love at first sight.

"Since you like it, take it," Su Yuzhuo handed over the scythe.

"Thank you!"

Lin Jiaxuan sincerely thanked, taking the scythe with both hands.

Though the weapon wasn't Su Yuzhuo's to begin with, as the victor, she had the right to dispose of the spoils, and Lin owed her this gesture of gratitude.

Looking at the scythe nearly as tall as herself, Lin Jiaxuan swung it twice, leaving intertwining afterimages.

It was of suitable weight, and felt nice to the touch, overall a satisfying acquisition.

"Now, it's your turn."

Xiao Feng turned his gaze toward the six people who stood afar, sprinting forward to break their formation, splitting them into two groups.

Su Yuzhuo followed closely, battling two on her own, wielding Fujiwara Keiaki's longsword.

Having just obtained a new weapon, Lin Jiaxuan eagerly joined the fray, confronting the last of the six.

Truthfully, Xiao Feng wasn't very familiar with these six; he only knew they were instructors in the Devil's Concentration Camp.

This was typical; in any organization, if everyone excels, no one stands out.

However, most members of the Devil's Concentration Camp had their distinct traits or unique skills.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang incessantly, as sparks from the collisions added a touch of brilliance to the silent night sky, yet this brilliance harbored danger.

The little girl and Lu Yao weren't idle either, supporting from the wings, occasionally slashing or attempting a sneak attack, putting on quite the performance.

For a moment, everyone was actively engaged, even Grandpa Nine, hopping about muttering unintelligible words, contributing in his own way.

"We can't keep fighting separately!"

One of the six shouted loudly.

This was evident: Xiao Feng and Su Yuzhuo's combat styles were inherently strong. The two of them held back five, with the last one evenly matched with Lin Jiaxuan, making it difficult to distinguish a winner in the short term.

Moreover, with the little girl and Lu Yao landing the occasional stealthy blow, it was clear they were heading for a complete annihilation if things continued this way.

Realizing this, the six scrambled desperately toward a common direction, unexpectedly creating a temporary reversal in the situation.

Pushing themselves to regroup, the six were now all injured to various extents, their faces equally grim.

Standing back-to-back, they formed a circle, nodding to each other as if there was a pre-arranged tactic they intended to deploy.

In the next moment, the six tore off their sleeves, discarded their short blades, and pulled out two iron claws from their bags, slipping them onto their hands.

"All fluff, no substance!"

Xiao Feng scoffed disdainfully before launching himself into an attack.

While their formation provided a certain level of combat support, the shortcomings were equally obvious; breaking through any single point would lead to complete collapse.

"Clang!"

The iron claw collided with the dagger, and without hesitation, Xiao Feng delivered a kick.

Simultaneously, Lin Jiaxuan and Su Yuzhuo also dashed forward, giving the six no chance to encircle Xiao Feng.

The second round of combat began swiftly, but now Xiao Feng and his team felt a shift, noticing the opponents suddenly becoming tougher to handle...

One plus one equals two; it's a simple math problem known even to kindergartners.

But in combat, it's not always just about numbers; one can't neglect the element of coordination.

When well-coordinated, it can indeed be one plus one equals two. However, if poorly coordinated, one plus one could still equal one or even turn into a negative number, potentially diminishing original combat strength.

Now, Xiao Feng and his team felt the same way; after forming their battle stance and equipping themselves better, the six opponents' overall strength had increased significantly.

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