The lights on the ring were like bright stars, focusing on Song Jiao.
She jumped onto the stage lightly, wearing a black tight-fitting battle suit that gleamed coldly under the lights.
At the beginning, her movements still maintained the normal rhythm of the competition, and her punches and kicks revealed calmness and confidence.
However, as time went on, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong.
Song Jiao's moves became more and more fierce, and her eyes began to glow red, as if an uncontrollable violent force was surging in her body.
Every move and every style reveals a deadly murderous intent that makes people shudder.
Although the male director had rich combat experience, he was able to deal with it calmly at first. He moved quickly on the stage, trying to resolve Song Jiao's attack.
But after five minutes, his movements became noticeably slower and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Song Jiao's spiritual energy strength continued to rise, starting from the ninth level and the tenth level, until it reached a jaw-dropping level.
The people around felt this extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuation and wanted to step forward to stop it, but they found that they could not get close to the ring at all.
Whenever someone tried to approach, they would be violently bounced away by an invisible force, as if there was an invisible barrier isolating the ring from the outside world.
The male tutor's face became paler and paler, and he kept shouting "pause", but Song Jiao seemed to be in another world and turned a deaf ear to the outside voice.
She moved around the ring like a ghost, and each of her strikes was extremely fierce.
Finally, under the horrified gaze of everyone, Song Jiao flew up and hit the male tutor's crown with a palm.
With a scream, the male instructor's inner elixir shattered instantly. He fell to the ground in pain, his body curled up into a ball.
The whole scene fell into deathly silence, with only Song Jiao's heavy breathing echoing in the air.
Her eyes were still glowing red, as if she had not yet fully recovered from her previous state of madness.
Everyone looked at Song Jiao in horror. Her figure appeared even taller and more powerful under the light.
Her eyes were cold and deep, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and lies.
At that moment, she was like a deity who controlled life and death. People dared not move at all, for fear of accidentally angering her.
There was an uproar in the audience, and discussions in the crowd were heard one after another.
Some people accused Song Jiao of being cruel for using such heavy hands in the competition.
However, some people also retorted: "We agreed that life and death would not matter. Is this just a joke?"
Song Jiao slowly raised her eyes and glanced at everyone.
Her gaze was like ice, making people dare not look into her eyes.
She jumped off the stage lightly.
She did it on purpose.
Ever since Ji Shuqing entered the school, that man has been bragging about Ji Shuqing's cultivation everywhere. He even compares the original owner with Ji Shuqing when he meets her on the street, making the original owner, who already has an inferiority complex, even more embarrassed.
This time, she wanted to let this man know what true strength was.
"No matter life or death" was the rule she proposed. She wanted to make this man understand how a person without spiritual power, a waste, would be treated.
If you don't like to laugh at others, then feel it.
This is much more fun than killing him.
Faced with such a situation, the principal had no choice but to remain silent.
After all, this was a competition that Song Jiao won with her strength, and he had nothing to say.
I heard about the arena.
Jiang Xunchen hurried to the classroom door.
He looked at Song Jiao angrily and asked, "Jiang Jinxuan, aren't you going too far? That's the school's tutor. Are you doing this to make enemies for the Jiang family?"
"Hurry up and come with me to apologize. As long as you apologize, everything will be fine."
Song Jiao glanced at Jiang Xunchen coldly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
She waved her hand lightly, and a powerful spiritual power instantly knocked Jiang Xunchen away.
Then she took a step forward, put her foot on Jiang Xunchen's chest, and looked down at him condescendingly.
"The Jiang family?" She laughed contemptuously, "What the hell is that? Don't forget, if it weren't for my spiritual cultivation field, the Jiang family wouldn't even be ranked!"
After saying that, she took out her needle and thread, bent down, and smiled sickly, "It's just a barking mouth! Better forget it."
Jiang Xunchen struggled, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.
His limbs seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, allowing Song Jiao to manipulate him.
When Song Jiao took out the needle and thread, the fear in his heart reached its peak, but his mouth was sewn shut and he couldn't even utter words to beg for mercy. He could only whimper in pain.
Song Jiao's technique was skillful and cold, as the needle and thread moved across Jiang Xunchen's mouth, as if mending a torn piece of clothing. With each stitch, Jiang Xunchen's body would tremble unconsciously, as if enduring endless pain.
After sewing the last stitch, Song Jiao looked at her work with satisfaction, then turned and walked into the classroom without even looking back.
Jiang Xunchen was left lying on the ground, his mouth sewn shut, unable to speak or move. The fear and humiliation in his eyes intertwined, forming a bleak picture.
The spiritual thread flickered faintly on Jiang Xunchen's mouth, as if mocking his incompetence.
He tried to tear it apart with force, but found that the string seemed to have grown together with his flesh. The more he struggled, the tighter the string became.
Jiang Xunchen also realized that the thread on his mouth was not an ordinary needle and thread, but a spiritual thread specially used to deal with practitioners. If it was forcibly removed, it would only become tighter and tighter, cutting into the flesh and blood, and then growing together with the flesh and blood.
I could only struggle to stand up with all my strength and go home to find a solution.
The next day.
The weekend at the college was dull and boring to Song Jiao.
She suddenly remembered that the original owner seemed to have many personal belongings scattered around the house, so she decided to go home without hesitation.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang's parents looking angry, while Ji Shuqing was being gentle and considerate to Jiang Xunchen.
Seeing her was like seeing an enemy.
As soon as Jiang's father saw Song Jiao, his eyes immediately blazed with fire. He rushed towards her and slapped her in the face.
However, Song Jiao reacted quickly, grabbed Jiang's father's wrist, and then shook it hard.
Father Jiang flew out of the window as if shot out of a catapult, shattering glass and raising a cloud of dust.
Song Jiao walked straight towards the stairs without even turning her head.
Just as he stepped onto the third step, he heard Jiang's mother's angry accusations from behind: "Jiang Jinxuan, look at what you've done to your brother! You were so cruel, shouldn't you have some repercussions?"
"Hurry up and help cut the spiritual thread from your brother's mouth," Mother Jiang ordered, "otherwise I will no longer recognize you as my daughter!"
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