Musclebound Necromancer?! Are You Kidding Me?

Chapter 77

"Wait!"

The examiner, who was sprinting, was suddenly stopped by a shout.

He looked up in confusion to find the source of the voice. After scanning around, he discovered that the person who stopped him was none other than the severely injured Qiao Yu!

"Qiao Yu, you're so badly injured, it's not suitable for you to continue the match!"

The examiner tried to console Qiao Yu. Although the rules stated that only when health dropped to 1 was it considered a loss, any candidate who could make it through the points elimination round was a future pillar of the nation. If they were left with any severe psychological trauma, it would be a great loss!

One must know that the pain experience in the Inner World is a 100% replica of the real world.

With so many penetrating wounds, how painful must it be?

"Thank you, but I can still continue the match!" Qiao Yu shook his head and said.

"Alright... but if you feel unwell, you must stop the match immediately!"

The examiner returned to his original position with some concern. Since the candidate was unwilling to give up, he couldn't forcibly stop the match either.

This situation quickly drew exclamations from the spectators in the stands.

"To continue the match with such serious injuries! That's the spirit of perseverance!"

"Qiao Yu, keep it up!"

As the first cheer sounded, rhythmic cheers soon filled the venue.

"Qiao Yu!"

"Keep it up!"

"Qiao Yu!"

"Keep it up!"

Countless people were cheering for Qiao Yu's actions, while Qiao Yu himself looked somewhat perplexed.

Due to his high health, the penetrating wounds felt to him like nothing more than a jab...

It was like having a small cut on your hand and then being surrounded by people urging you to go to the hospital, cheering you on from the sidelines.

That's exactly how Qiao Yu felt now.

"If you don't concede, I won't hold back."

Shi Shaorong's face was cold. Learning from past mistakes, she saw that Qiao Yu had no intention of conceding and raised her hand again to summon a barrage of ice shards, giving Qiao Yu no chance to catch his breath.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of flesh being pierced echoed again, and several more wounds appeared on Qiao Yu's body, causing another wave of exclamations from the audience.

Qiao Yu seemed unfazed, carrying his blade as he walked towards Shi Shaorong.

Shi Shaorong's expression changed too. Was this man using some kind of cheat to lock his health?

A normal mage would be done for after taking one hit from her Ice Arrow Technique, but this person had taken hundreds, almost turned into a pincushion, and could still move?

"I don't believe it! You can't possibly be unkillable!" Shi Shaorong gritted her teeth.

Last time, she had tried to outlast Qiao Yu's health with her ice spells and failed. This time, she abandoned her specialty in ice control and poured all her mana into dealing damage.

She didn't believe that even this wouldn't be enough to defeat Qiao Yu!

"Ice Arrow Technique!"

Countless ice shards shot out again.

With each step Qiao Yu took, he left a bloody footprint on the stage, which was then frozen by the snow after he passed, his entire body stained with blood.

His lonely, slender back made the spectators' hearts ache.

What kind of belief was supporting this young man to continue defending the stage?

"Qiao Yu, please stop!"

Finally, a girl couldn't bear to watch the cruel scene any longer and cried out to persuade Qiao Yu.

The cheers on the stage fell silent.

In the distance, at the principal's seats, the four principals were also silent. They had never seen such a determined student.

With such serious injuries, enduring intense pain every second, how was this young man holding on?

Looking at his heavy steps, it was clear he was almost out of strength!

"Damn it, 9 points in agility are becoming more and more insufficient!"

Qiao Yu cursed inwardly. His slow pace was entirely due to his low agility, having nothing to do with his injuries.

Moreover, the swirling ice flowers were greatly affecting his already slow speed.

He still had over two thousand, nearly three thousand health points left. Shi Shaorong's spell burst was far inferior to Yang Xiangdi's.

After all, Shi Shaorong's specialty was ice control, and even with the ice domain's enhancement, she was still somewhat lacking compared to Yang Xiangdi, who used Ground Explosion Technique as a basic attack.

"It seems you also have a reason you can't afford to lose..." Shi Shaorong's expression was complicated.

She had never seen anyone fight so desperately.

"I'm sorry, Qiao Yu! I too have a reason to win at all costs!" Shi Shaorong's eyes turned sharp.

"Wrath of the Ice!"

Shi Shaorong raised her staff, and terrifying energy began to gather at the tip.

The temperature of the entire stage started to drop, and even the spectators in the stands felt a chill.

"This young lady is quite impressive! Your Second High School has indeed recruited a good seedling this time!"

The principal of First High School didn't hide his admiration.

Barring any surprises, after the College Entrance Examination, Shi Shaorong would surely become a candidate sought after by major universities, just like Qiao Yu and the others.

"A charge-up skill, Brother Yu, be careful..." Yang Xiangdi muttered to himself.

The power of a charge-up skill was unknown, entirely dependent on the charge time and skill level.

Theoretically, if the charge was long enough, even an Apprentice Realm could take down an Archmage.

Naturally, Qiao Yu wouldn't sit idly by. As soon as he noticed Shi Shaorong charging up, he reversed his grip on the Orient Loong God Crescent Blade.

Charge-up skills have a drawback: during the charge, one cannot do anything, including moving!

He threw with all his might, and the Orient Loong God Crescent Blade shot towards Shi Shaorong like a rainbow.

However, he underestimated the terror of the cold. As the blade approached Shi Shaorong, its speed began to slow.

Frost formed on the blade, and soon a layer of ice encased the surface of the Crescent Blade.

Clang!

When the Crescent Blade fell to the ground, it was already frozen in an ice heap.

Qiao Yu's expression changed. There was still some distance between him and Shi Shaorong, and with his current agility, he couldn't reach her in time.

"Qiao Yu, you can still concede now."

Shi Shaorong's face was pale, her lips devoid of color, with countless ice shards hanging from her long lashes.

Clearly, using Wrath of the Ice had taken a toll on her as well.

"You could still shave your head bald now."

Qiao Yu's eyes were fixed on the tip of Shi Shaorong's staff, unable to determine if he could withstand this attack.

"Stubborn."

Shi Shaorong shook her head, pointing her staff forward.

A fierce and terrifying cold surged towards Qiao Yu, and he even heard a roar in his ears.

"The outcome is decided."

Long Xiang shook his head. He was the top scorer in the Warrior Class from the previous College Entrance Examination, with a keen eye.

Such a terrifying charge-up skill, even if he were on stage, he would have to choose to interrupt Shi Shaorong's casting in advance or avoid it.

If hit directly, even he, Long Xiang, would be in trouble.

This Qiao Yu was about to lose.