“Ah!”

“Ugh…” A miserable scream accompanied by the sound of vomiting echoed, followed by a scene of panicked chaos.

A male student's body was hurled back like a cannonball, but it wasn't a whole body. Half of his arm was missing!

Blood splattered everywhere, coating the dark stone floor. The male student wailed miserably, adding a chilling atmosphere to the gloomy ancient imperial tomb.

"Aaaaah!" The male student's face was flushed red as he clutched his severed right shoulder with one hand. His voice was broken as he gasped for air in pain. "Is... is there a... doctor... Help... me."

A girl nearby couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward.

Even though these teams were rivals, the boy's appearance was too pitiful. The girl was kind-hearted and decided to help.

Just as the girl was treating the wounded, screams rang out one after another, accompanied by bursts of fire-type Star Techniques. People vaguely saw figures fighting in the distance.

Team battle!?

A mage, a speed-based fighter, and a healer?

The mage and fighter were clearly trying to hold off the enemy's attack, which meant the young man with the severed arm was a shield warrior?

The three Awakened students faced a barrage of arrows. These arrows were not ordinary arrows, but ice arrows formed from Star Power.

Putting aside how injured the three were, their speed was definitely decreasing! Their lives were hanging by a thread.

What was even more terrifying was that the ancient martial warhammer that was engaged in close combat with the speed-based fighter was now faster than the fighter!

How could they possibly win?

"Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't get entangled with them, don't get entangled with them… Oh, crap!"

The healer at the back of the team's pupils shrank slightly. He saw an ancient martial waraxe bending down to pick up his companion's severed, bloody arm!

The warriors of this ancient martial army were tall and sturdy. Regardless of gender, their heights ranged from 185 to 188 centimeters. The males were mostly close-combat fighters, while the females were mostly archers.

The ancient martial waraxe in front was a male with a pale face and gray, cloudy eyes. In the light of the flashlight, he looked like a living corpse.

He bent down, picked up the severed arm dripping with blood, held it in his hand, and took a bite.

Crunchy and delicious, tasted like human flesh!

What kind of teeth were those?

How could they still hear the sound of bones being chewed?

While chewing, the ancient martial waraxe grinned sinisterly, waving the food in his hand as if showing off his trophy.

Anyone want to eat an arm?

The kind that bursts in your mouth?

The kind that squirts blood with every bite? The kind that can splatter all over your face?

Whoosh!

In a terrifying and chilling atmosphere, a black arrow formed from Star Power shot over, incredibly accurate and fast, directly piercing the mage's throat!

Yes, pierced the mage's throat!

The mage was retreating while attacking, and was about to summon a fire dragon, but was sent flying by an arrow.

The black arrow pierced his throat and then exploded...

At that moment, the closest teammates, the healer and the speed-based fighter, felt their hearts skip a beat!

Pain!

So painful!

Not physical pain, but a sharp pain from the soul.

It hurt so much that they wanted to dig out their hearts and massage them, even though everyone knew that it wasn't really their beating hearts that were hurting.

The mage's soul was also trembling, but he couldn't care less about that now. He covered his neck with both hands, his face filled with disbelief.

Was this what they meant by "ambition higher than the sky, life thinner than paper"?

Was he going to die here five minutes into the competition?

Blood flowed from the large hole in the mage's mouth and neck. His eyes widened, filled with despair and unwillingness, and quickly lost their light of life.

Everyone realized that this wasn't just a small-scale provincial league, this was the National High School League!

This was the Ancient Imperial Tomb!

People could die here!

The four teams behind them couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward to help.

This competition was a team competition, but just a few minutes after the start, the students realized that it was impossible to defeat this well-trained army of killers with the strength of a single team!

The three healers hurriedly stepped forward, throwing all sorts of healing Star Techniques at the mage who had been shot through the throat. Perhaps... there was still hope?

"Hurry, hurry!" Two mages hurriedly joined forces, using wind-type Star Techniques to blow them forward.

At the same time, the guardian team arrived and quickly evacuated the frightened contestants.

The remaining two teams also hurried to retreat. Still wanted to hunt the ancient martial army? Still wanted to get Star Beads!?

Were you all misunderstanding your own strength?

Scamper away, flee everywhere, find a relatively safe place to hide.

Or ask for help as soon as possible and leave this damn place.

Jiang Xiao and the others stuck close to the wall, watching the chaotic battlefield from afar. Because the light was too dark and the distance was too far, they couldn't see everything clearly, but they heard the miserable cries and wails, which were indeed frightening.

"That's not right! Be careful!" Li Wei suddenly said. He had a perception-type Star Technique and sensed something was wrong. He stood in front of everyone and activated a black shield.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the dark arrow was blocked by the black shield.

But the force was astonishing. Li Wei's body slid back half a meter even with the shield.

The black arrow formed from Star Power fell to the ground, but instead of dissipating, it exploded.

To be precise, the black arrow turned into a black circle that expanded outward.

The four-person team was affected by the black halo. The damp air seemed to be filled with a chilling aura.

Li Wei's legs trembled slightly, and he gripped the shield tightly, gritting his teeth and sweating profusely.

Xia Yan clenched the giant blade in her hand, making people afraid that she would break the hilt from using too much force. She even squatted down, covering her chest with one hand and gasping for breath.

Han Jiangxue's face was extremely pale. She could feel her soul trembling. The piercing pain wouldn't kill her, but it could interfere with her mind and behavior.

Ding ding ding...

The jumping medical light, accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, connected directly to Han Jiangxue, jumped to Li Wei, ricocheted and hit Xia Yan's head, and then jumped to Jiang Xiao.

None of the four were injured, but Jiang Xiao still threw out the bell.

Why?

Gold quality * Bell, calms the mind!

Even if this sound wasn't like the morning bell and evening drum, it was definitely like a bolt from the blue!

The four-person team, whose minds were disturbed, quickly returned to normal, which stunned the guardian army soldiers in the monitoring room.

What happened?

That was a bell, right? The medical Star Technique from Bei Jiang Province? How could it have such an effect?

Who was this person?

Jiang Xiaopi, the healer and teammate of the great god Han Jiangxue from Jiangbin No. 1 High School in Bei Jiang Province?

When people thought of the Jiangbin No. 1 High School team, they naturally thought of Han Jiangxue first. The 9-Star Slot Jiang Xiaopi had a mixed reputation, but now it seemed like this kid had something up his sleeve?

Why was the guardian army paying so much attention to this team?

Because the four teams in front of this team had been "crushed" by the ancient martial army!

Seven minutes into the game, one team was directly eliminated, another team was terrified and was resting at the supply point, and the other two teams ran away.

But the "iron hooves" of this ancient martial team continued to advance. No one could stop them, and directly in front of them was the Bei Jiang Province team.

The guardian soldiers were ready to launch a rescue.

But they didn't expect to see such a magical scene.

"Gold rank * Ancient Martial Archer General, that must have been a Requiem Arrow just now," Jiang Xiao said quickly. "Let's retreat!"

Even if he had to face an ancient martial war general, Jiang Xiao didn't want to face an ancient martial archer general. This kind of ranged output was too explosive. In close combat, Jiang Xiao could at least see the person, and at least help with some control.

The ancient martial archer was ambushing in the dark. If he had a few archer minions by his side, a few rounds of ice arrows and poison arrows would be unbearable.

Ancient martial soldiers were very different from the wildlings in the armory. Although they were both silver rank, the ancient martial archer's Star Techniques were obviously more practical. Most importantly, the ancient martial soldiers were a combat squad.

The ancient martial soldiers also had the command of a leader. The combat power they displayed was completely different from that of a wildling team.

The wildlings could only be called rabble at best.

This group of ancient martial soldiers could be called an army!

"Retreat," Han Jiangxue came to Li Wei's side and said, "Use your perception. If you detect an arrow coming, I'll use Broken Void to contain the arrow. No matter what kind of arrow it is, it won't affect us."

Li Wei nodded in agreement. This was a plan that everyone had made before entering. The situation was sudden just now, so they didn't have time to execute the plan.

The group maintained their formation and quickly retreated. Behind them, a team was also sticking to the wall, seemingly undecided about which direction to go.

"Did you hear that? Just now that scream? The team in front of us is retreating towards us. Let's get out of here!" one of the contestants suggested.

This immediately drew agreement from the team members: "Let's find a place to hide first, see what the situation is, let's go... Let's go, Xiao Qi? We should go!"

"Xiao Qi? Xiao Qi? What are you staring at? Let's go." A girl grabbed Xiao Qi's arm and retreated.

Xiao Qi stared at the familiar figures in the distance, especially the two tall girls...

Xiao Qi licked her dry lips, as if she had made up her mind to do something. Looking at the approaching Jiangbin No. 1 High School team, a strange smile appeared on Xiao Qi's face.