Destroyer of Ice and Fire

Huh… Huh… St. Dawn College students near the collapsed observatory can even hear Chris breathing heavily.

They can see sweat beads mixed with a hint of blood, gathered together on Chris' chin and fingertips, and dropped.

This year's Southern Season Wind Academy team, whether it's Zola or Riley, is certainly a striking figure even if it's put on the national tournament.

Even if Chris had not been injured by a shadow dust attack before, he would have had to do his utmost to fight an adversary like this, and his energy consumption would have been staggering.

Watching Chris with his hands on his knees, many of the students present at Sunrise College were in a very complex and contradictory mood, and of course they hoped that Chris would stand up again and solve the remaining two members of the Southern Season Wind Squad, bringing an exciting victory to Sunrise College, but they couldn't bear to see Chris continue to fight under the circumstances.

“There are two more…”

Chris made a sudden sound.

The voices on the stands were silent again.

I saw her hands dripping sweat gradually squeezing, and then her body slowly straightened up.

“Come on! Down with the two of them! ”

As she stood up, the stands became more dead silent, but an exciting voice shouted and seemed a little uncoordinated.

“You son of a bitch! ”

Bello rubbed his ears, shocked and numb, turning his head and watching his fists wave and yelling at Erin: “You see the whole observation deck don't yell, you yell here, you have no sympathy? ”

“Compassion?” Erin looked at Bello strangely, wondering why Bello would say that.

“She's already like this, aren't you afraid she'll die if she goes on like this?” Bello pushed his glasses and glanced at Erin and said.

Erin shrugged: “It's not that easy to die. ”

Bello looked at Erin and thought this guy couldn't make sense, so he didn't say anything, just grunted and turned his head to look at the field below.

Chris has slowly come to the center of the venue, and the southern monsoon squad obviously doesn't want to give her too much breathing time, and that light-yellow hair, figure and appearance crew is already standing in the center of the venue, waiting quietly for her to arrive.

“You've always wanted to dominate the country, and that's probably the kind of dream that holds you back so you can still stand up and fight. ”

Looking at Chris as he approached us, Crewe, who looked very ordinary, said very calmly and slowly: "Every member of our Southern Wind team, like you, shares the same dream, so that we can get into an extra race and stand here in a college that no one else sees as influx at all. We're all in the same category as you, so we want you to join our Southern Seasonal Institute. ”

“Yeah! Chris, give it up! Staying at St. Dawn's won't do much good.” Ferdinand suddenly screamed with his chest patted: “Join us at Southern Wind College and not only get into the National Competition, but also earn the perfect love! ”

“This limb is so developed, the brainless guy is so annoying.” Erin scolded depressingly, and the whole stand was scolded.

“Idiot. ”

Chris raised her head and wiped the sweat off her face. She didn't even look at Ferdinand, just looked seriously at her crew and simply spit out two words: "Come on. ”

Crewe nodded and said nothing more.

There are radiant technical particles flowing out of his hands, surrounding his body, and starting to spin.

At this moment, Chris' figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, accompanied by a spinning wind that had appeared behind him.

The spinning wind suddenly solidified in Chris's hand and turned into a long blade more than two meters long!

“Psst!”

At a moment when Crewe didn't have time to perform any technique, this long blade had stabbed him in the back, blood dancing!

“Cyclone Raid with Wind Blade! ”

“To be able to combine the two techniques in such a short time! ”

Bello's hands stiffened on his glasses again, whilst making two low drinks with a cold but fanatical sound.

“Win? ”

Erin suddenly fell into a surprise and saw the blood pouring out of Crewe's back. He also felt a shock in his body, imagining that he would suffer greatly from such a blow.

“Hmm?”

Yet many people's eyes widened at the same time, and the chill in their hearts was that Crewe, struck by a blow like Chris, turned around as if he had no idea.

His pupils were gray and his face looked strangely calm, as if he could not feel any fear or pain.

Flying around him was not interrupted by Chris' blow, “Boom!” Several yellow wind columns filled with dust suddenly appeared between him and Chris, striking hard on Chris.

In a gasping sound, he and Chris flew backwards like two meteors at the same time!

“Pa!”

The bloodthirsty crew behind him stood steadily on the ground after a full dozen meters of overflight.

His face remained surprisingly calm and he could not see any fear or pain.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he slowly fell back.

On the other side, Chris couldn't stand steady, his hands on the ground, a drop of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“What's the matter with this? ”

“How is it possible to launch such a response after being struck by such a blow and being so badly injured? ”

“No way! Even a powerful combat technician can't still be perfectly controlled by such forces! ”

Until the crew fell backwards and the medical team appeared at his side, there was an incredible scream on the stands.

“I…”

Erin also didn't know what he was shouting at this time. He turned his head subconsciously to see Bello, but saw Bello shaking his head with a frown; “Don't look at me, I don't know what kind of secret technique this guy used. ”

“It is the sealing technique of the southern monsoon. ”

At this time, at the top of the arena, Lister, standing on the edge of the high dome, said faintly to the rest of the elite teachers: “A mystery that can temporarily seal off his senses of pain and even fear. Unexpectedly, this seemingly flawless Southern Wind Academy little fellow also has the courage to spare his life… from the beginning, he was prepared for two defeats, turning out to be the most important link in the overall plan of the Southern Wind Squad. ”

“Do you want to end the race? ”

Garland, surrounded by a red scarf, took care of his wind-blown hair, nodded, looked down and asked quietly.

“Why should we stop her when she has the courage to die?” Lister shook her head and laughed: "Garland, are you old enough to worry about this? ”

“Lister, do you want to die! ”

The stands are dead again.

Chris, with his hands on the ground, slowly stood up.

Her whole body was trembling, and everyone saw that she was near the limit, and it seemed that any new student could push her down easily, but she stood up and faced the captain of the Southern Monsoon College squad, who was totally out of proportion to her.

“You give up. ”

Ferdinand shook his head unrelentingly, “You may have beaten me once in a while, but now you can't be my opponent, or are you ready to transfer to our Southern Monsoon Academy, as you can see, every member of our team is not a piece of crap...”

“It's finally over. ”

But his voice was suddenly interrupted by Chris's voice.

“What do you mean?” Ferdinand stared at Chris, and from the moment he pulled left to defeat Corian, the whole plan went so smoothly, but somehow, watching Chris, whose body was no longer able to sustain him, he grew up feeling extremely dangerous.

“Pā!”

There was a bad feeling in Ferdinand's heart, and in a moment of stunning silence, Chris, shaking and standing, suddenly fell down heavily.

The hearts of all the people on the stands beat violently.

A referee flew towards Chris, and everyone saw Chris, who had fallen to the ground, shook his head at the referee, then stood with his hands behind him, but could not stand up for a moment.

“Hu...”

Ferdinand and several South Seasonal Wind College teachers on the field were relieved and thought that no matter how powerful they were, they were normal people after all, and could not really continue fighting like God.

“Chris, stop it! If you keep doing this, you'll die! ”

On the stands, suddenly a girl at St. Dawn's College cried.

The vast majority of St. Dawn's College students seem to have their chests blocked by a big stone, unspeakable sadness.

From the beginning of Left Pull to just now Crewe, Chris had a tough battle and had played it perfectly, but after all, she was just a little girl, this big Saint Dawn College, and no one had given her strong support, and she had a girl like her fight to that extent. Such a game, the honor and hope of the entire college, really lay on her alone.

Stop fighting!

With the cry of the girl at St. Dawn College, the vast majority of the students at St. Dawn College even screamed in their hearts, wanting Chris to give up.

But what made it difficult for everyone to breathe was that they saw Chris in the middle of the field, but slowly, stubbornly stood up.

Bello was incredibly quiet, and his glasses seemed to have a layer of flash on them.

And just as Chris wobbled and stood up again, Erin thought of a lot of images.

“You are free to pursue your dreams…”

“What is your dream? ”

“Courage is the door to all dreams. ”

“Bello, I think about what my dream is.” At this point, Erin suddenly whispered to Bello beside her: “My dream is to help her defeat all opponents and win the national championship. ”