"Hiss..."

A gasp filled the air in the arena.

At this moment, no one dared to look at these eighteen martial monks with a playful attitude anymore.

Strong!

Really strong!

This was the common thought in everyone's mind.

Having fought with the six instructors who formed an array before, Xiao Feng somewhat understood that these eighteen people had just merged into one, also creating the effect of a formation.

But now, it seemed that those six were completely insignificant, while these eighteen martial monks were the true phoenixes, and not just any phoenixes, but golden ones. The two were entirely incomparable!

They weren't even on the same level!

"Didn't... didn't think... in the end... I'd have to stay... on this land." Uesugi Yumi spoke weakly, with viscous blood at the corner of her mouth, looking quite horrifying.

In the next moment, she pulled out a kiwi-like fruit, tossed it into her mouth, and started chewing vigorously.

Juice inevitably flowed out during the process, mixed with blood, making it impossible to discern the original color of the juice.

"Be careful, she's starting to take drugs." Xiao Feng shouted loudly.

Everyone knows that medicine is poisonous to some extent.

Based on this principle, the stronger the effect of the drug, the greater its side effects.

This point was evident with those who took drugs before; no matter how aggressive they were during the drug's effect, once it wore off, they became helpless, like meat on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.

So, obviously, unless absolutely necessary, no one would want to take drugs.

Because once you take drugs, it's equivalent to cutting off all retreat paths; if the opponent doesn't die, then it will be you.

"Amitabha, why would you do such harm, benefactor..." Hui Yi, serving as the foundation at the bottom, clasped his hands together and said: "Heaven has virtues of life; we never intended to exterminate completely, you're forcing us to break the vow of not killing."

While speaking, he shook his head, wearing a lamentable expression, as if saying: I truly do not wish to kill, yet I've been forced.

However, these words directly made Xiao Feng and others mutter curses in their hearts a thousand times.

Damn, you've already broken an arm off someone, and still claim you didn't intend to exterminate. Is your standard of not exterminating merely leaving someone with breath?

But just at this moment, the person standing on Hui Yi's shoulders shook violently twice, his face darkened and said: "Senior Brother, speak if you must, but don't loosen your grip, okay?"

And further above, those responding with unstable stances also had similarly constipated expressions.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Hui Yi looked up apologetically, grabbing the two feet resting on his shoulders with seriousness and said: "Let's help this female benefactor escape her suffering first."

Xiao Feng couldn't help but admire him again, speaking of preemptive striking and killing so openly, you monks are truly formidable!

The eighteen who formed as one began moving again, aiming to resolve Uesugi Yumi as quickly as possible, to avoid a desperate backlash from her if she realized her imminent doom.

Xiao Feng's eyes showed a thoughtful expression; judging by the decisiveness of the opponent just now, she obviously had extremely rich combat experience.

But where did these monks, secluded in their temple, acquire so much combat experience?

Uesugi Yumi's gaze sharpened as she looked at the rushing martial monks, placing one hand on her chest, her ring finger and pinky still bent, making a seal identical to before.

"Bang!"

A dull explosion sounded, multicolored smoke wrapped around her form once again, confirming Xiao Feng's previous speculation; the smoke had little to do with the sealing gesture, the key lay in the item.

As for why Uesugi Yumi kept making an awkward seal despite losing an arm, it might be due to habit, or perhaps she hadn't fully accepted the reality of losing an arm.

At this moment, a fast shadow swept past in front of Xiao Feng, and he warned: "Don't chase, she's here."

As soon as he spoke, Iwakami Shigehiro, lying on the ground, had added a short knife to his neck, with some blood already seeping out.

Uesugi Yumi knew clearly that capturing Zhao Guo'an and others was far more valuable than controlling Iwakami Shigehiro.

But she also knew that if she couldn't succeed instantly, even being slightly delayed by the girl wielding a strangely colored scythe, she'd have no chance left.

"Let me go, or he dies!" Uesugi Yumi threatened viciously.

"Thanks!" Xiao Feng replied straightforwardly.

He couldn't wait for Iwakami Shigehiro to die quickly, and since Uesugi Yumi was willing to do it, he certainly welcomed it.

Uesugi Yumi ignored Xiao Feng and instead stared fiercely at Su Yuzhuo, slightly loosening the short knife against Iwakami Shigehiro's neck, giving him a chance to speak.

"Oto, don't worry about me, do what you should do." Iwakami Shigehiro said resolutely.

Xiao Feng frowned, having already decided.

If Su Yuzhuo truly planned to perform a sentimental act, then he wouldn't hold back from changing the script.

"Don't look at me, I can't decide." Su Yuzhuo replied calmly.

Uesugi Yumi sneered: "But you can plead to the one who can decide; he rushed to save you just now, at least showing you hold some place in his heart."

Xiao Feng, unwilling to waste words, directly looked at the martial monks and ordered: "Proceed."

Hui Yi and the others turned their forms without any complaints, acting like emotionless machines.

They were convinced their master would not pass the pendant to someone who loves to kill recklessly, so if Xiao Feng said to proceed, they would comply.

As the martial monks approached, Uesugi Yumi sneered: "Your time is running out."

This sentence seemed to be addressed to both Iwakami Shigehiro and Su Yuzhuo.

The time Iwakami Shigehiro had left to live was dwindling.

Similarly, the time Su Yuzhuo had to consider was also running out.

The scene suddenly fell quiet, quiet enough for everyone to hear their own heartbeat.

The martial monks' footsteps were slow and even, as if destined to maintain this rhythmic pace, neither accelerating nor slowing down.

Meanwhile, the short knife on Iwakami Shigehiro's neck penetrated further, with blood now pouring out, soaking most of his clothing.

Su Yuzhuo closed her eyes, images of the boy who led her running through the fields and took the punishment for her upon returning home uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Many adults, seeing children play, often can't help but recall their own childhood days.

They then lament the carefree days that are gone forever, only to linger on these memories, reminiscing and looking back.

Su Yuzhuo felt the same now, knowing all too well Iwakami Shigehiro now was completely different from the Iwakami Shigehiro of their childhood, yet still found it painful watching him killed right in front of her.

"Can you stop the martial monks..." Su Yuzhuo slowly opened her eyes, looking at Xiao Feng, speaking word by word: "I beg of you!"

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