It is exceptionally pure, devoid of any side effects, impurities, or diminished efficacy, unlike ordinary healing pills.
So…
When the Xiwu Empire students witnessed Nangong Mian consistently taking one Spiritual Recovery Pill after another, yet the pill’s effectiveness showed no signs of waning, their expressions soured.
Every competition participant had access to elixirs provided by the college, and while elixirs were allowed, no one anticipated that Nangong Mian would possess such an abundance of them.
Initially unnoticed by the Xiwu Empire student, the frequency of Nangong Mian’s consumption caught their attention. The quality of the elixir he consumed far surpassed the standard spirit-restoring elixir, a product of only a select few accomplished alchemists. The Xiwu Empire student pondered how Nangong Mian acquired these elixirs, considering the rarity of such a skilled alchemist in Tianhuang.
If purchased, the cost of sustaining Nangong Mian’s elixir consumption would likely be astronomical.
The Xiwu Empire student, wearing dark expressions, resumed his assault. Depleting his spiritual power, ey, too, resorted to consuming spiritual pills.
After taking the spiritual elixir, the Xiwu Empire student’s spiritual power surged. Forming seals with his hands, strong winds arose, conjuring a tornado on the stage, hurtling toward Nangong Mian.
The tornado’s force was so formidable that even with his spiritual power, Nangong Mian struggled to maintain his stance. Swiftly, vines shot out from his hands, entwining around four pillars, stabilizing his position.
“Pfft!”
In a swift move, he materialized behind Nangong Mian, the long sword penetrating his body. The blade pierced through his chest, and blood dripped onto the ground.
“Boy Mian!”
“Amian!”
In a collective reaction, the dean, teachers, and Tianhuang Academy students rose from their seats, watching Nangong Mian on the competition stage with anxiety and concern.
Meanwhile, Huang Quan sat impassively, her dark eyes fixed on the Xiwu Empire students. A faint, bloodthirsty smile played on her lips.
On the competition stage, life or death held little consequence, yet the participants, being the elite students of their respective colleges, generally refrained from lethal actions unless motivated by profound animosity.
The sight of students from the Xiwu Empire ruthlessly attacking and ultimately killing Nangong Mian left not only the students from the Tianhuang Kingdom shocked but also stirred astonishment among onlookers from other colleges.
“Are they so infuriated?”
“It seems like an attempt to salvage wounded pride after being stalled by someone of lesser skill for so long. Regardless, this seems excessive,” remarked a student with a furrowed brow.
On the competition stage, Nangong Mian mobilized his spiritual power once more, conjuring over a dozen vines that swiftly entangled the Xiwu Empire students. In response, the Xiwu Empire students drew their long swords and severed the vines.
As the opponents brandished their long swords, Nangong Mian uttered, “I surrender.”
The competition, under the vigilant eyes of two supervising teachers, seemed poised to conclude with Nangong Mian’s surrender. Unexpectedly, at that precise moment, a long sword emerged from the vines, thrusting fiercely at Nangong Mian.
Unprepared for a renewed attack after surrendering, Nangong Mian was caught off guard and was stabbed once again.
“This is outrageous!”
“We’ve already conceded, why resort to further aggression?”
“The Xiwu Empire students have crossed the line!”
Huang Quan gazed at the Xiwu Empire students who had breached the vines, her eyes darkening with intensity and a flash of murderous intent.
