Human Genius? Sorry, I’m a Deviant-Chapter 50: Who Cares About You?

"Tch!"
Liu Ziming spat out bloody foam: "Not enough yet."
The next moment.
Purple lightning surged violently around his body, forcibly breaking free from the restraints.
Then.
Several bolts of thunder crashed down.
But they were all absorbed by suddenly rising earth vein barriers.
His opponent walked out of the dust completely unscathed, chains wrapping around once more.
"Damn, elemental counter!"
Liu Ziming dodged while shouting: "Playing this trick with me, huh? Why not send a water attribute to fight me?"
The audience erupted with mocking shouts:
"Sore loser!"
"Get off the stage!"
"If you can't win, don't make excuses!"
A chain suddenly wrapped around Liu Ziming's right leg, slamming him heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up but was restrained by more chains.
His opponent's right fist suddenly erupted.
Before it was even fully extended, the violent fist wind already howled forward.
It swept up gravel from the damaged arena, scraping several bloody marks on Liu Ziming's cheeks.
"Mountain Crusher!"
Where the fist passed, the air compressed into visible ripples.
Liu Ziming's pupils abruptly contracted.
If this punch landed, even his bones would probably be crushed to powder.
His remaining lightning instinctively tried to defend.
But it was torn to shreds the moment it contacted the fist wind.
At the critical moment.
Liu Ziming's lips trembled rapidly: "I surrender!"
The referee's figure instantly flashed between the two, a spirit energy protective shield unfolding.
That heavy punch actually dented and deformed the protective shield, the residual shockwave still sending Liu Ziming flying out of the arena to crash heavily.
"BOOM—!"
The entire wall cracked like a spiderweb.
Liu Ziming slid to the ground like a ragged doll.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, muttering: "Damn, you were going for the kill."
The audience fell completely silent.
The medical team rushed forward.
Liu Ziming lay collapsed on the ground groaning, that punchable smile still on his face.
After a quick examination, the chief physician's expression turned strange.
The physician pressed several times on Liu Ziming's chest: "Looks scary, but it's all superficial wounds. Are you really injured or faking?"
Liu Ziming opened one eye: "Ouch, be gentle! If my handsome face gets scarred..."
Before he finished, the physician pressed on his wound, making him grimace in pain.
The examination results relieved everyone.
Ribs intact, internal organs unharmed.
Most of the terrifying bloodstains came from his face.
The facial wounds were superficial, and with an awakener's recovery ability, wouldn't leave scars.
The most serious were just some muscle bruises and exhausted stamina.
"You kid."
Xie Xi crossed her arms: "Faked it pretty well, huh?"
"Really didn't fake, I'm really in pain."
Liu Ziming said with a cheeky smile.
Su Zhan slightly raised an eyebrow.
He suddenly felt there might be a reason his opponent went for the kill.
This guy was really too punchable.
Next match.
Feng Jue took the stage.
His fighting style was completely different from others.
No flashy techniques.
No dazzling spirit energy bursts.
Only the purest sword energy.
The entire duel had no unnecessary words, only combat sounds echoing in the arena.
Feng Jue's Startling Swan Sword always aimed at vital points, yet retracted three-tenths of its force at the last moment.
This was respect for his opponent, and absolute control over his own strength.
The noise in the audience gradually quieted.
Everyone was captivated by this silent duel.
Feng Jue's sword techniques seemed simple but contained suffocating pressure.
The sword tip always pointed at the most uncomfortable positions, forcing his opponent to constantly change tactics.
After hundreds of exchanges.
Feng Jue's breathing remained steady, but sweat already beaded on his forehead.
His opponent's attacks grew increasingly frantic.
At a certain moment.
"Clang!"
Sword light flashed like a startling swan, piercing through all obstacles.
Finally stopping steadily three inches from his opponent's throat.
The entire venue fell silent, everyone awed by this stunning sword technique.
Feng Jue returned to the preparation area.
The medical team approached.
After examination.
"Large-scale muscle fiber tears, spirit circuits severely overloaded..."
The physician's voice grew increasingly grave: "Life Soul energy has reached the warning line. Continuing to fight may cause permanent damage.
Remember, no spirit energy use for 7 days, rest properly, or you'll damage your foundation."
Feng Jue silently listened to the diagnosis, his expression still calm and unreadable.
Xie Xi silently handed him a bottle of healing potion.
Su Zhan's eyes flickered slightly.
This stubborn sword cultivator had already exhausted all his strength.
Just for victory, for the team's glory.
"Enough, you've done well enough."
Wang Mingyuan gently pressed Feng Jue's shoulder: "Leave the next battles to your teammates."
"Next match, I will definitely win."
Xie Xi looked directly into Feng Jue's eyes, saying firmly.
Feng Jue nodded slightly, a trace of relief appearing in his eyes.
Xie Xi understood him.
If three of their five members achieved the feat of five consecutive wins.
The outside world would say, five wins three.
Then they, had not lost.
Next, just trust their teammates.
Su Zhan sighed slightly.
He didn't know if Feng Jue risking so much for victory was right or wrong.
But since Feng Jue was willing to give so much.
Then he... would do his best.
Su Zhan admitted, he was somewhat cautious.
He couldn't do the same as Feng Jue.
For the team's glory, willing to risk his future.
The road ahead was still long.
The road must be walked step by step, steadily.
After long thought, thousands of words still condensed into one sentence.
He could only say, he would do his best.
Next up.
Xie Xi.
She held a giant scythe.
Dark red patterns on the blade pulsed like blood vessels.
Brightening and dimming with her breath.
"Match begin!"
Her opponent struck first, waving both hands.
Dozens of spirit energy thorns broke through the earth, instantly turning half the arena into a thorn jungle.
These spike-covered vines twisted, wrapping toward Xie Xi.
Xie Xi spun and swung her scythe, a crescent-shaped dark red blade energy sweeping out.
"BOOM—!"
Where the blade energy passed, all thorns shattered.
The arena floor was plowed into a three-meter-long trench.
Debris flew everywhere.
Xie Xi advanced rapidly while continuously swinging her scythe.
Her opponent panicked and dodged.
Where he originally stood was split open by a half-meter deep crack.
Gasps came from the audience:
"This destructive power!"
"The arena can't hold up!"
Xie Xi's assault didn't lessen, the scythe of destruction dancing in her hands like a bloodstorm.
Then.
Leaped into mid-air.
A five-meter diameter blood moon wheel descended from the sky, enveloping the entire arena.
"BANG—!!!"
The arena finally couldn't withstand it, the central area completely collapsing.
Dust settled.
The opponent was seen slumped sitting at the edge of the ruins.
While Xie Xi's scythe tip was already at his neck.
"I surrender!"
The opponent said trembling.
The referee wiped cold sweat from his forehead: "Winner, Vermilion Bird Academy's Xie Xi!"
Returning to the preparation area.
The medical team quickly surrounded her for examination, finding she only had excessive spirit energy consumption, no physical injuries.
"Arena repairs need ten minutes."
The referee announced loudly.
Liu Ziming approached and gave a thumbs up: "Classmate Xie, your destructive power is too exaggerated."
Xie Xi rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Su Zhan.
"Very good."
Su Zhan also gave her a thumbs up with his eyes.
Only then did Xie Xi show a slight smile.
"No way?"
Liu Ziming said with exaggerated expression: "This differential treatment is too obvious! I give you thumbs up, you roll your eyes, Su Zhan gives you thumbs up, and you smile?"
"Who cares about you?"
Xie Xi glanced sideways at him, tone light: "When your strength can catch my eye, then you'll get the same treatment as Su Zhan."
Liu Ziming clutched his heart area, looking injured: "That hurts!"
Xie Xi snorted lightly, too lazy to deal with him.
Seeing this, Su Zhan patted Liu Ziming's shoulder: "Keep it up, I believe in you."
Then, with solemn expression, looked toward Starlight Academy's direction.
What they cared about, the other side must also care.
The final match, their opponent definitely wouldn't be weak.
Might even be like them, the final trump card!
If he were at full strength.
He wouldn't worry.
But now...
The final battle would be very difficult to fight.