Eccentric Feng’s voice revealed boundless rage as it resounded throughout the surroundings, and it carried slight exasperation.

When faced with this, Wang Daolu said indifferently and calmly instead, “Brother Feng, don’t worry. This combat arena was established by Senior Dao Emperor all those years ago. When the lives of the students participating in the battles are on the verge of danger, they’ll be directly teleported out of the combat arena.”

Wang Daolu paused for a moment, and then a wisp of a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth as he said slowly, “Not to mention that your Vastsky Academy’s student hasn’t admitted defeat yet, right? So the battle naturally must continue.”

As soon as these words were spoken, it infuriated Eccentric Feng to the point he stamped his feet with rage, and his face twitched intensely before he gnashed his teeth and said, “Very good! Very good! Let me see if you dare to be sarcastic when that kid from your academy is in danger!”

Wang Daolu smiled indifferently, yet he didn’t speak any further.

This small incident passed in the blink of an eye, whereas on the combat arena, the originally handsome, clean, and elegant Yu Xiushui had been burnt black, and it was impossible to see his appearance clearly any longer.

He was like a piece of black charcoal that moved about on the combat...