Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 43 A-Level Obsession, Courting Death on Purpose?

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 A-Level Obsession, Courting Death on Purpose?

"Yes, I want to challenge!"

Zhao Yu spoke with a firm tone, appearing utterly fearless.

However, Xiao Zhan, with his exceptionally strong perception, could detect a trace of panic in Zhao Yu’s eyes.

"He can’t beat himself."

"Then why does he still want to challenge?"

From that trace of panic in his eyes, Xiao Zhan drew a conclusion and a question.

The referee could only helplessly agree, saying, "Alright, then get ready."

A challenge must be carried out.

As a referee, even though he believed Zhao Yu would lose, he couldn’t stop others from challenging.

He then turned his gaze to Xiao Zhan, "Do you need to rest for a bit?"

"No need."

Xiao Zhan shook his head.

In his recent battle with Chen Shun, although he had used up nearly half of his Spirit Manipulation Energy Power, he didn’t need rest to face someone who wasn’t even of First Grade Spirit Master class, the remaining Spirit Manipulation Energy Power was more than enough to deal with it.

"Good, then let’s start."

The referee immediately declared the start of the match.

As his words fell, Zhao Yu, without a second thought, lifted his long sword and slashed towards Xiao Zhan.

The move was very direct, containing the maximum strength he could muster. It was clear that he wasn’t there to show off or posture.

Xiao Zhan activated his Spirit Manipulation Energy Power, and facing this slash, he chose to take it head-on. The Demon Scythe roared mightily, striking down on Zhao Yu’s sword with force.

Buzz~

The quality of the long sword was too poor; it immediately emitted a wailing sound from the impact.

Zhao Yu’s own strength was also weak; he was pushed back more than a dozen steps by Xiao Zhan’s strike before he stopped.

While Xiao Zhan stood in place, having not moved an inch.

Just one move had made the power disparity between the two apparent.

Zhao Yu felt a jarring pain in his hand, his face hardened with determination, he gritted his teeth, and once more slashed at Xiao Zhan.

This time, the long sword was glowing with a green light.

It seemed he had activated his Talent Skill.

Xiao Zhan’s face remained calm, his Perception Skill activating, allowing him to clearly sense the power contained in this slash.

Weak, still too weak!

Even with the use of a Talent Skill, Xiao Zhan could still easily cut him down!

Gripping the Demon Scythe tightly, this time, Xiao Zhan increased the activation of his Spirit Manipulation Energy Power.

Such a meaningless fight should end sooner.

A black qi trailed through the air forming an arc, and then Zhao Yu was seen flying out, sword and all, and with a loud thud, he heavily crashed to the ground.

This move left Zhao Yu with disordered qi, his face turning red, and a trace of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth!

The sword in his hand was thrown several meters away, and he lay on the ground, struggling several times but failing to stand up.

"You lost."

Xiao Zhan Demon Scythe pointed at him.

He couldn’t understand the meaning behind Zhao Yu’s challenge.

The strength of the two was not at the same level, such persistence was completely unnecessary.

But just when Xiao Zhan thought Zhao Yu was about to admit defeat, he clenched his teeth tightly and laboriously stood up from the ground.

"Lose? I haven’t admitted defeat."

With that said, he picked up the long sword from the ground and charged at Xiao Zhan again.

However, his footsteps were unsteady, and his grip on the sword seemed shaky, completely lacking any attacking force.

Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, still wanting to continue in this state?

Couldn’t he see that Xiao Zhan had been holding back?

Really looking for death?

Unable to ponder longer, Zhao Yu’s attack had already come, forcing Xiao Zhan to respond.

Xiao Zhan raised the Demon Scythe, intending to strike him hard, but seeing his condition, Xiao Zhan held back.

Because Zhao Yu was not in good shape, Xiao Zhan feared that he might accidentally kill him with an uncontrolled blow.

This was a competition, not a battlefield; Xiao Zhan didn’t need to be so ruthless, and the academy would not allow it either.

So, after effortlessly blocking his attack with Death Demon Scythe, Xiao Zhan delivered a kick that landed squarely on his chest, sending him flying seven or eight meters away.

Even though Xiao Zhan had already pulled his punches, Zhao Yu was still in a bad state, wounds worsening as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining his chest red.

He shouldn’t be able to get up anymore, right?

Xiao Zhan thought.

But to Xiao Zhan’s dumbfounded surprise, Zhao Yu, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, was still struggling to stand up?

He still wants to fight?

This scene stupefied everyone.

"What’s he trying to do? Xiao Zhan has already shown mercy, yet he still wants to fight?"

"Does he have a grudge or something? They’re not even on the same level, why insist on fighting to the death?"

Xiao Zhan couldn’t help but frown and said in a deep voice, "You can’t beat me, just admit defeat."

But Zhao Yu seemed not to hear him at all, insisting on trying to stand up.

Shivering and still spitting blood, his eyes were determined yet lacked luster, giving off a feeling of a blindly marching corpse. It appeared he truly intended to fight until the last moment.

Xiao Zhan frowned deeply, what’s going on with him?

We have no grievances, why is he so desperate?

Anyone else would have surrendered by now.

Why does he keep going?

He knows he can’t beat me, right?

Xiao Zhan couldn’t understand; if it were a mortal enemy, such behavior would make sense.

But the key was, Xiao Zhan didn’t even recognize him?

"Youlong, I feel something is odd about this Zhao Yu," Xiao Zhan communicated with Ye Youlong.

Ye Youlong replied solemnly, "It is indeed strange. There’s no hatred in Zhao Yu’s eyes, yet his attacks are vicious, hard to comprehend."

"Moreover, he knows he can’t beat us but continues to fight. Such behavior is too peculiar. He seems to be fulfilling some purpose."

"Purpose? Then what purpose do you think it might be?" Xiao Zhan asked.

"I don’t know, maybe unwittingly we have offended this Zhao Yu."

Xiao Zhan found this answer quite plausible.

Offending someone often happens unknowingly; perhaps he didn’t recognize Zhao Yu, but Zhao Yu could very well bear deep grudges against him.

Zhao Yu, trembling, still held his sword as he walked towards Xiao Zhan.

This scene angered the watching students.

"What are you doing, Zhao Yu? It’s not a life-or-death feud, is it necessary?"

"If you can’t win, just give up. There’s no need to stubbornly persist!"

"Have you gone mad, Zhao Yu? You want to fight even when injured; aren’t you afraid of affecting your foundation?"

Almost everyone was shouting for Zhao Yu to stop— they all knew this was a meaningless fight!

Only Zhao Long watched this scene, a cold smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Yu, as a referee, I must remind you, there’s no need for you to continue," the referee also reminded.

He could tell that Zhao Yu was just forcing himself, with no trump cards at all!

There was no need for such a meaningless battle!

But Zhao Yu turned a deaf ear, only screaming out loud, gathering all his Qi, with his sword again gleaming with a green light as he slashed towards Xiao Zhan.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhan’s brows turned cold.

So he insists on fighting, huh?

Really thinks I wouldn’t dare to strike to kill?