"Fly!"

  Skaar stared into the abyss beneath his feet. The expression of excitement and triumph on his face was swept away, replaced by shock and bewilderment.

  Skaar knew the power of thousands of Spectral Wasps exploding together better than anyone.

  Many Beast Warriors far higher in rank than him wouldn't be able to get off lightly in the face of this move.

  Even the competition arena, cast from incredibly sturdy marble, had been reduced to ashes under this strike, leaving only a bottomless pit.

  unlike Skaar's astonishment, Jude and Leah's excited and agitated voices came from the broadcast. "Fly! It's Fly's voice! Fly is still alive!"

  The audience stands began to stir again. Spectators whispered and discussed among themselves; many couldn't believe that someone could survive such an earth-shattering strike. Let alone a high school freshman.

  Referee Carlos also poked his head out slightly from the audience stands, observing the movement in the arena.

  Everyone watched nervously, looking into that endless deep pit—the place where the voice came from.

  A stone fell from the wall of the deep pit, revealing a small horizontal tunnel.

  Fly's figure slowly walked out of that tunnel. His body was covered in dust, and his clothes were quite tattered, but other than that, he didn't look like there was anything wrong with him.

  A pair of phantom crimson cockroach wings appeared behind him. The wings flapped rapidly, and he, like Skaar before him, slowly flew up, reaching mid-air and gradually coming to the same height as Skaar.

  "You... You! How!" The expression on Skaar's face shifted from shock to terror. At this moment, after unleashing that earth-shattering strike, his stamina was already running on fumes.

  "Surprised?" Fly wiped his face, revealing his originally handsome features, and said with a smile.

  It turned out that before Skaar launched that thunderous strike, Fly had already fled underground away from the arena. When the explosion started, he had even escaped beyond the range of the stadium.

  At this moment, Fly's killing intent was fully revealed.

  "Are you done with your moves? It's my turn." Fly smiled and raised his hand. The muscles and bones in his forearm surged, and the black sickle with a chain at the end drilled out of his forearm once again.

  Fly grasped the sickle and pointed it remotely at Skaar.

  "Fly, you... what do you want to do? That was just a competition move earlier; I didn't intend to kill you!" The look of fear on Skaar's face could no longer be concealed.

  "I know," Fly said with a smile.

  "I... I surrender!" Skaar said hurriedly.

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  Gareth's miserable state was still vivid in his mind. He knew Fly's methods and temperament too well. Fly would never be soft-hearted towards those who had offended him.

  Admitting defeat quickly now might save him from suffering.

  Anyway, he had exhausted all his strength. Even if he held on and didn't admit defeat, he couldn't make any waves.

  "Surrender? Okay." Fly continued to smile, slowly approaching with the sickle in hand.

  Referee Carlos was already in the audience stands because he had dodged the big explosion just now. Even if he wanted to rescue him at this moment, he probably wouldn't make it in time.

  "You... what exactly do you want to do? I already surrendered!" Skaar's voice grew louder and louder, and his body began to tremble involuntarily due to fear.

  "I'm not doing anything."

  Fly finally arrived in front of Skaar and slowly raised the sickle.

  "Ah!—"

  A scream spread throughout the Star City Stadium.

  Skaar held his head, curling his body in the air. The phantom bee wings were still flapping uncontrollably behind his back.

  After a long time, he slowly took his hands away, opened his eyes, and looked around.

  Fly had already moved away from him.

  He looked around; he wasn't missing any arms or legs, except...

  He noticed that the magic wand originally held in his hand now only had half a section left.

  "My wand!"

  Another cry of alarm spread through the stadium.

  Skaar's body began to tremble again, looking in disbelief at the half-wand remaining in his hand.

  This was no ordinary Warrior Gear!

  This was a Totem Armament weapon that had been specially refined to match his Beast Totem, costing a huge amount of effort and resources!

  For a moment, Skaar was sorrowful, shocked, and angry, as if he had really had an arm chopped off.

  For a Beast Warrior dedicated to martial arts, a handy piece of Warrior Gear was sometimes equivalent to their life!

  At this moment, his exclusive Totem Armament gear was destroyed; how could this not make him heartbroken?

  What's more, he had lost the battle. His value to Gideon King would definitely be greatly discounted.

  Before the match, in order to concentrate forces to defeat Star City High, Gideon King could spare no expense to create this expensive Warrior Gear for him.

  But now? His status with Gideon King would probably only be slightly better than the crippled Gareth, right?

  How would he spend thought and pay the price to refine a Totem Armament weapon for him again?

  This wand was ruined; it was truly ruined and could never come back. Without Gideon King's support, even if he sold himself, he probably wouldn't be able to exchange for such a Totem Armament wand.

  In an instant, rolling hot tears streamed down Skaar's face. He was like a tearful person, trembling uncontrollably in his own world.

  Fly's goal was clear: to destroy this wand.

  He knew very well in his heart that a deep feud with Ironpeak Academy had been forged.

  Although they were just a group of high school students—not like adult Beast Warriors with their own factions, sects, and organizations fighting to the death—a grudge was still a grudge. The animosity between Beast Warriors wouldn't diminish by half just because of age.

  Moreover, Fly had pretty much seen through the character of the group from Ironpeak Academy. Forging a feud with such a group of people who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, if he didn't do things a bit absolutely when he had the upper hand, it would be planting the seeds of disaster for the future.

  After all, Skaar's nature wasn't as bad as Gareth's, and he had already announced his surrender. If he crippled him now, it wouldn't be justifiable either emotionally or rationally.

  But that "wand" in his hand...

  Although Fly's knowledge wasn't as profound as Dean Sterling's, he could also see that it was extraordinary.

  Fly thought to himself.

  "No!!!!" In the distance, Skaar hugged the remaining half of the wand, shouting in despair.

  His pupils vibrated frantically, like two ping-pong balls bouncing up and down.

  【System Notification: You have obtained the genes of the Mythical Species Beast Totem — The Phantom Hivequeen.】

  "Great! Success!" Fly clenched his fist in excitement.

  At this moment, Fly was truly riding high on the winds of success.

  Referee Carlos also hurried over at this time.

  "I announce that the winner of this match is—Contestant Fly!"

  Carlos announced the result of the match loudly.

  Fly looked at Skaar, who was sobbing uncontrollably on the side, and said in a deep voice, "You go down. Let Gideon King come."

  He couldn't wait to witness the strength of Ironpeak Academy's final ace—Gideon King!