Everyone watching was incredibly tense, unsure whether Wen Chenwei would break Xia Yue’s defense before his Destiny Stars extinguished or if Xia Yue would hold out and drain Wen Chenwei’s Destiny Stars first.
Time ticked by second by second.
Xia Yue’s physical strength was waning, and her Star Power was nearly depleted.
She had to attack Wen Chenwei and couldn’t let him hit her.
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Xia Yue had to rely only on consuming several times the Star Power to bombard Wen Chenwei and suppress his attack!
Besides Star Power, the physical energy consumption was equally substantial.
Xia Yue’s weak E-grade constitution was much frailer compared to someone like Su Yuan.
Her head grew heavier, Xia Yue gritted her teeth, holding on with sheer willpower.
Finally, she had this opportunity.
She must win this time!
After a while longer, a figure standing by the edge of the ring suddenly leaped into the arena, pressing down Wen Chenwei’s long sword.
“Teacher Ke…?” Wen Chenwei showed a hint of shock.
“We concede.” Ke Zhen Nan’s voice held a note of decisiveness, brooking no disagreement.
Raising his hand, he tapped several fingers on Wen Chenwei’s chest, forcibly halting his Star Power output.
At that moment, six of Wen Chenwei’s Destiny Seven Stars had already extinguished.
Only the last one was emitting a faint glow, seemingly on the verge of going out.
Clearly, Wen Chenwei had reached his limit.
With the Star Power output stopped, the Destiny Seven Stars skill automatically ended.
The last star flickered briefly before all seven stars disappeared.
Instantly, Wen Chenwei’s face turned pale, his breath weakening rapidly.
He blacked out and lost consciousness!
“Teacher Chen!” Ke Zhen Nan shouted loudly.
“Leave it to me!”
A healing teacher from Demon Academy arrived just in time.
They administered a Healing Skill to save Wen Chenwei’s life before taking him away.
Meanwhile, seeing the battle had ended, Xia Yue could no longer withstand the exhaustion and weakness she’d held off by sheer willpower.
Her body softened, collapsing to the side uncontrollably.
Just then, a familiar figure flashed in front of her, catching her supportively.
“Xia Yue, well done.
You won.” The voice of praise came from the person before her.
Xia Yue’s lips moved slightly, seemingly wanting to smile.
“Don’t force it.” Su Yuan smiled, casting a barely effective Holy Light Baptism on her, then carrying her down.