Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

“Instructor Wen, this isn’t in line with the rules though.” The judging instructor was placed in a difficult situation.

Instructor Wen gently smiled, “I’ll talk to the academy head, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.”

Lian Bingmeng immediately smiled at Instructor Wen, her face was bright and beautiful and looked especially moving. “Thank you, Instructor.”

Instructor Wen looked at Lian Bingmeng for a second, then left the arena.

“Next match—Yue Shuangshuang versus Lian Bingmeng.” The judging instructor exited the arena.

Lian Bingmeng looked at the tied-up Mu Ziqi whose clothes were completely ripped at this point and a trace of anger flashed across her face. “You can let him go now, right?”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Ning Shu stood up and stretched.

Little Grass directly threw Mu Ziqi out of the arena, causing him to tumble on the ground.

Lian Bingmeng looked at the pitiful Mu Ziqi, then angrily turned around to face Ning Shu. “For better or for worse, he was still the person you used to like. How can you be like this towards him just because he didn’t reciprocate your feelings?”

“Liking someone doesn’t mean wanting to possess them, it means wishing for their happiness.”

Ning Shu picked at her ear, “We fighting or not?”

Little Grass took the lead and extended her vines, blocking out the sky and covering the earth as they rushed towards Lian Bingmeng.

The phoenix carried Lian Bingmeng as it dodged the vines. Lian Bingmeng sneered, “Vines are all you have.”

“Magic vine, come out.” As soon as Lian Bingmeng finished speaking, a pitch-black magic vine with countless limb-like vines appeared.

This magic vine had a face resembling that of humans.

As soon as it came out, it took over half the arena.

Ning Shu narrowed her eyes. Lian Bingmeng was even stronger than what she’d imagined.

It felt like this ghoul-faced magic vine was specifically made to combat Little Grass.

The vines from both sides entangled each other, creating a sight that looked like a fried dough twist.

“Yue Shuangshuang, let’s have a proper match.” Lian Bingmeng saw that the ghoul-faced magic vine had blocked Little Grass and threw a sword at Ning Shu.

The sword went straight for Ning Shu’s head. Ning Shu tilted her head and caught the sword’s hilt.

Ning Shu and Lian Bingmeng simultaneously jumped on the ring and rushed at each other, swords lifted.

When the sword blades met, an ear-piercing sound was produced.

Ning Shu swung her sword, its blade twinkling.

Both of them were about to reach their limit. Each sword collision would draw out sparks and embers. Ning Shu and Lian Bingmeng’s expressions were stretched taut, neither of them held back at all.

The ground of the arena was littered with holes from the energy produced by the two’s swords.

“Clang…” As the two swords collided with each other, they both finally fractured into pieces.

The audience members held their breaths, unable to tear their eyes away.

Instructor Wen watched the two battle on the stage, his fingers tapping the back of his other hand.

These two students of his, were seriously good at hiding cards up their sleeves.

Ordinary summoned beasts were no match for this kind of power.

It seemed like it was time for the summoners themselves to start increasing their power. If the summoners themselves were powerful, the addition of a summoned beast would be incredibly strengthening. Power wasn’t just the simple addition of one plus one.