Dean Xiao looked at the students who had their heads lowered, his face expressionless as he continued,
"After this Beast Fighting Competition, I hope all of you can take Song Jie as an example and learn from him."
The entire arena fell silent. Although many students were unwilling to admit it, they had to submit.
Song Jie had done it.
Dean Xiao turned toward him.
"Student Song Jie, you've already completed a one-versus-one-hundred challenge. It's extremely exhausting. Do you still wish to continue?"
The moment those words left his mouth, everyone's eyes shifted toward Song Jie.
They hadn't forgotten that Song Jie had not only declared a one-versus-one-hundred match, but also a one-versus-two-hundred, and even a one-versus-two-hundred-fifty challenge!
He had brought such humiliation to their entire department—how could they simply accept that?
At the very least…
They also wanted to defeat Song Jie!
However, the senior students were far less enthusiastic.
If Song Jie really managed to defeat two hundred people, even their resources would be taken away!
"It's like disaster fell from the sky while we were sitting at home! We didn't even do anything—how is this our problem?" someone cursed.
An older student snorted.
"Look at you pathetic lot. You're the ones shaming us old students."
Another chimed in,
"Those are our resources! Why should we give them to him?"
"Are you an idiot? Do you really think he can take on two hundred people alone?" The senior scoffed.
Hearing that, the first student froze—then realization struck.
"Damn, I was actually scared by him!"
The rest of the older students had the same thought.
A one-versus-two-hundred? Impossible!
Even if Song Jie's Light Element had some offensive power, there were still hundreds of people behind him—how could he endure that?
They would simply overwhelm him by sheer numbers!
There was no way he could hold out… right?
Just as everyone thought Song Jie would withdraw, his calm voice cut through the air:
"Continue the challenge."
The crowd erupted instantly.
He's still going?!
The students in line were eager again—they weren't going to let their humiliation end so easily.
The professors, directors, and teachers in the audience all turned their attention to Old Deng.
"Old Deng," a professor said teasingly, "it seems Song Jie is coming for your magic tool."
Since Song Jie had already succeeded in the one-versus-one-hundred, the faculty could only accept it.
But one-versus-two-hundred?
Even they didn't believe it.
Old Deng's expression turned pale. He had no interest in entertaining their jokes.
Dean Xiao, seeing that Song Jie was firm in his choice, didn't say much.
"Very well. The Beast Fighting Competition will continue."
He left the podium.
The students waiting in line were filled with fighting spirit—they wanted to wear Song Jie down little by little.
In the audience, Mu Nujiao's gaze was locked on the stage, visibly anxious.
When Mu Lei noticed her expression, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
"Jiaojiao, you seem quite worried about Song Jie," he teased.
Mu Nujiao quickly turned her head, eyes darting away.
"Really?"
Then, she tried to explain,
"He saved me twice. I just… hope he can win."
Mu Lei nodded knowingly, but said nothing more.
A group came forward.
Then another.
And another…
After defeating six more groups, the students watching from the stands were completely shocked.
"Wait—wasn't his Summoned Beast dead? How is it still fighting?"
"Yeah! It looked weak earlier! How can it still eliminate sixty people?!"
"That guy's been playing us! He tricked us into thinking his Summoned Beast was broken!"
Anger spread quickly through the crowd.
"This person is really shameless!"
They were furious—Song Jie had actually used deception to confuse them.
Meanwhile, Little Green (Xiaolu) continued sweeping through the arena, defeating five more groups with ease.
It didn't consume much energy—after all, most opponents were weak and only needed two strikes to be thrown out of bounds.
However, after all that fighting, Xiaolu was clearly exhausted.
"Xiaolu, that's enough," Song Jie said softly.
"Ring, ring, ring!" (No! I want to win a few more for Dad!)
Song Jie smiled faintly and patted the leaves on its head.
"If you can't hold on, tell Dad."
"Ring, ring, ring!" (I want to share Dad's worries!)
Touched, Song Jie nodded and called for more challengers.
Soon, Xiaolu defeated another eight people—but that was its limit.
"Go back and rest well," Song Jie said gently, rubbing Xiaolu's face before returning it to his dimensional space.
The crowd erupted with joy.
"Finally! His Summoned Beast is exhausted!"
"Now he's alone!"
"He can't possibly win now!"
Their excitement was palpable—they had waited too long for this moment.
By now, Song Jie had already defeated 188 opponents.
Only twelve more and he would achieve the one-versus-two-hundred record!
The seniors were the most nervous of all. If he really did it, their pride would be completely crushed.
"Teacher, continue!" Song Jie's steady voice sounded again.
Four new students entered the arena.
They knew they couldn't win—but as long as they could wear him down, it was worth it.
They looked at each other and prepared to attack.
Song Jie smiled faintly.
Did they think he couldn't hit them at this range?
And they were standing that close?
He didn't hesitate—unleashing a Big Explosion spell right at them!
The four challengers were caught completely off guard. The blast struck before they could react, sending all four flying out of the competition area.
"What just happened?!"
The audience was dumbfounded.
They knew Song Jie could use laser-like Light Magic, but what was that explosion?
But soon, they had no choice but to accept it.
Another four down—his total count now 192.
The remaining students hesitated.
No one dared step forward. The scene just now had frightened them senseless.
Then, a graceful figure emerged from the entrance.
Every student turned to look—instantly recognizing her.
Ding Yumian.
"Let's have a Wind Element, a Control Element, and either a Fire or Lightning Element," Ding Yumian said calmly.
The crowd stirred.
Everyone knew she was a Mid-Level Mage—the strongest among them.
The reason she was here was simple—their department head had personally asked her to intervene.
"I'm Wind!"
"I'm Lightning!"
"I'm Earth!"
Three students raised their hands, and Ding Yumian selected them.
She then turned toward Song Jie.
Song Jie didn't rush to attack. If they wanted to delay, he would use the chance to recover his magic energy.
"Listen to my instructions," Ding Yumian told her team quietly.
"We might not win, but we'll do our best."
With that, she led her group onto the stage.
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