She thought of the high knights who had been blasted away by that dragon's cannon, and felt a little panicked.

Not only her, but Dean Qinghe also stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger.

Su Qing yawned, rubbed his hands together, and snapped his fingers.

A cloud in the sky dissipated, and a disheveled boy fell straight down.

While others were focused on Alan, Su Qing's attention never left the No. 4 ring.

He was well aware of the cannon's power; a single misstep could lead to bloodshed, though deaths would be a minor matter.

The question is, if someone actually dies, does he have to pay compensation?

One gold coin is simply not enough for funeral expenses and compensation to the family.

Seeing that his students were unharmed, Dean Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was not good: "Dragon Lord, it's just a martial arts competition. It's not appropriate to use such a weapon of mass destruction!"

Su Qing yawned again: "The rules don't say it can't be used!"

"But using such a weapon is really going too far. I'll give her a good talking to when she gets back; it's just too outrageous!"

Beside him stood a stern-looking old man with a dark complexion.

Do you think we're all blind?

You were the one who handed that cannon to that girl!

"In future martial arts competitions, the use of weapons of mass destruction is prohibited."

The three deans in the main seats looked at each other, and this new rule had been added.

PS: Thanks to [Seven Nights - Clown] for 100 points, [Many Reasons▼] for 100 points, and [Firefly] for 100 points!

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