In the playing field, the five members of Aoba Academy were intact.

Jiang Caiwei held a brand-new staff glowing with golden light, and Miyazawa reloaded the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle.

The beast master rode the majestic lion, and the alchemist and the refiner bypassed the refining platform, and their palms caught fire, and they walked towards Leng Mingyue.

When a team's alchemists and refiners no longer refine things, but choose to fight.

Subconsciously, it is telling the opponent:

I'm not particularly capable of fighting, but you're really weak, so weak that I can easily kill you with a logistical support.

The five people surrounded Leng Mingyue, and Leng Mingyue's plain white dress without any patterns on her body was hunting and flying in the wind.

It's like a weak, simple and cute little white flower.

In the audience, some people turned their faces away, not daring to look at the fate of this little white flower.

"Leng Mingyue, you haven't tasted the feeling of 'death', have you?" The young beastmaster smoothed the top of the head of the brown-haired lion:

"You say, should we just give you a good time, or torture you slowly?"

As long as it is not a mortal attack, Leng Mingyue can "survive" on the stage for a long time.

For example, if they stab Leng Mingyue in the arm, Leng Mingyue will continue to bleed.

Without the help of her teammates, her wounds would have worsened and even pus, but she would not have been out.

"Leng Mingyue, if you don't apologize, we won't give you a fatal blow!" The refiner flicked his sleeve and spoke indignantly.

The alchemist nodded vigorously.

The students of their Aoba Academy are not so humiliating.

Jiang Caiwei lowered her eyes, the corners of her lips rose successfully, and then fell quickly.

Leng Mingyue, what if you have so many people spoiling you?

Waste is waste after all, and no one can protect you when you get on the field.

"Leng Mingyue, you have the right to admit defeat." On the judges' bench, Elder Ruyi Sect couldn't bear it and interrupted the game to come up with this strategy:

"Elder Ben asks you, do you want to throw in the towel?"

The competition stipulates that participants can recognize the exit game by themselves.

Leng Mingyue is a mortal, if he really wants to be deliberately tortured and not killed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

She didn't open her life, and her mortal body couldn't take pills for treatment, so she inevitably fell into the root of the disease.

The Blowing Snow Sect Sect Master closed his eyes and rested, too lazy to watch the game in the stand.

In the field, Leng Mingyue's eyes slowly swept over the five people who surrounded her, and the words of the famous teacher's system sounded in her ears:

[Does the host use divine power in public?] 】

As soon as the divine power comes out, Aoba Academy can turn to ashes in an instant.

"You think too highly of them, too." Leng Mingyue used her divine sense to talk to the system.

Use your divine power to deal with Jiang Caiwei, don't dirty her divine power.

[So, this system is finally going to come in handy?] There are noticeable fluctuations in the sound of the system.

What an opportunity.

The aggrieved system made the corners of Leng Mingyue's lips slightly hooked.

"I don't throw in the towel." She rejected the proposal of the Elder of the Ruyi Sect.

The house was in an uproar.

Leng Mingyue's refusal to admit defeat means that the game will continue.

"Miss Leng really has backbone." Jiang Caiwei turned the brand-new staff with a golden luster in her hand, and said as if unintentionally:

"So, you're not going to apologize for your 'losers' and 'waste'?"

The repetition of these words deepened the anger in the hearts of the official members of Aoba Academy.

Leng Mingyue is the defeated soldier of that waste!

"You talk a lot of nonsense, Jiang Caiwei."

Leng Mingyue frowned with a little headache, and there was a hint of impatience in her clear voice:

"Don't say I didn't say that, even if I did, what can you do with me?"