Chapter 263: Let's Break Up

"Bang!"

The Ice Snow Sword Light shattered first.

Just when everyone thought Qin Jian was about to lose, and even Grandmaster was already preparing to let Tang San replace Qin Jian...

"Boom!"

The fireball actually exploded and scattered at this moment as well.

Snowflakes and flames existed together in a strange way, dancing all over the sky, constructing an extraordinarily beautiful scene.

"I lost..."

"I lost..."

The two of them suddenly said in unison.

Both were stunned for a moment, then laughed together.

Snowflakes and flames gathered around them, spinning, never-ending.

"So beautiful..."

Many girls were cupping their hearts.

"Another... iconic scene..."

Someone was murmuring.

Shui Bing'er watched this scene silently and whispered: "Is this the curtain call that belongs to Huo Wu? It really is very beautiful..."

"Qin Jian."

Huo Wu suddenly spoke amidst this sky full of ice and fire, her expression bright, without the slightest bit of pain or entanglement.

"Let's break up."

A single sentence was earth-shattering; the entire arena was silent, and even Qin Jian was stunned.

"I, Huo Wu, have never been a wishy-washy person. Rather than waiting for you to say it, or waiting for you to rack your brains to comfort me, it's better if I say it myself..."

The corners of Huo Wu's mouth curled up, the curve growing wider: "Since you are destined not to belong only to me, and since I cannot accept sharing you with others right now, then let us separate for the time being."

She smiled, looking very strong, yet suddenly, a few teardrops slid down her cheeks and fell.

"Haha, why am I still crying? It was clearly my own decision..."

Huo Wu was smiling, yet her face was covered in tears.

But not a single person mocked her.

Because she really was a very brave and strong girl, daring to love and hate, overflowing with passion, just like a ball of blazing fire.

"Come..."

Qin Jian suddenly slowly opened his arms.

The arc that Huo Wu had been struggling to maintain at the corners of her mouth finally broke, unable to be sustained any longer; she threw herself into Qin Jian's embrace and hugged him tightly.

She hugged him very tightly, very tightly.

"Wuu wuu..."

Suppressed sobs kept coming; Qin Jian could feel the girl's body trembling slightly, and his chest was quickly soaked by warm tears.

Qin Jian looked up slightly, snowflakes drifting into his eyes, melting into water droplets that flowed down; it was impossible to tell if they were tears or water...

On the sidelines, Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, and Zhu Zhuqing, who felt the most empathy, covered their mouths at the same time, tears swirling in their eyes, yet they struggled to look up, not letting them fall.

He was already very miserable now, and they didn't want to make him feel even worse, so they couldn't cry.

"Qin Jian..."

Huo Wu didn't cry for too long; she was, after all, that strongest of girls.

She stepped back half a step, looked up with a smile, tears still hanging on her face: "Let's break up."

Qin Jian didn't wipe the water from his face either, just smiled and said: "Okay."

The two of them walked off, one to the left and one to the right.

Snowflakes danced, lingering around them, as if wanting to connect them together.

But in the end, they couldn't catch up to the two departing backs, and gradually disappeared...

Soul power fluctuations surged on his body; because he had conceded at the same time, his soul power level, which had been pushed to level 50, began to break through rapidly, and his fifth soul ring was forming.

But because he had already retracted his martial soul, no one could see this scene; even a Title Douluo only sensed that he had broken through to level 50.

In the VIP seats.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze changed from complex to pity: "This is the second time I have seen Jian'er in such pain. The last time was Rongrong; I had my own dissatisfaction and didn't understand it deeply, but this time I can finally understand a bit of his difficulty."

Jian Douluo lowered his eyes: "In this world, there has never been power that can be obtained without effort, let alone wanting to become..."

He glanced at Salas and swallowed his words.

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly: "Regardless, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be his backing. If I weren't afraid of the sect being unstable, I would have wanted to let him inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect directly; he is much more suitable than Rongrong. However, it makes no difference, after all, Rongrong follows his every word."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly added: "Actually, I feel that Qin Jian himself doesn't seem to care much. He seems to have some ideas and will possess his own forces. I don't know if my feeling is right..."

Jian Douluo remained silent; he didn't have Ning Fengzhi's level of observation, so naturally, he sensed nothing.

On the field.

"Then, this match is a draw, but all seven members of Blazing Academy have been defeated, so the winner is Shrek Academy."

The referee's voice carried a hint of melancholy, as if he too had been made somewhat sad by the breakup of the two just now.

The entire arena was silent; even the fireworks did not bloom, and the Knight Order did not perform any ceremonies. They also did not want to profane such a beautiful parting.

"Puff!"

Huo Wu, who had walked to the sidelines, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Huo Wushuang and the others immediately stepped forward to support her: "Huo Wu, are you okay?!"

Huo Wu shook her head gently: "I'm fine, I just overexerted myself..."

Overexerted? How could overexertion lead to spitting blood...

Huo Wushuang suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Qin Jian opposite him, icy and cold.

"Brother... don't blame him... it was I who initiated the breakup..."

Huo Wu moved step by step, heading in the direction away from the camp, her back lonely and weak, like an injured... Fire Phoenix, maintaining her final pride.

Huo Wushuang did not speak, only continuing to stare fixedly at Qin Jian's back, looking as if he wished to tear him into ten thousand pieces...

"Grandmaster, I... I need to leave for a moment..."

Qin Jian returned to the place where Shrek Academy was located, his face suddenly turning pale.

"Very well, go ahead," Grandmaster said very understandingly.

"Jian'er, come here."

At this moment, Jian Douluo suddenly appeared not far from Qin Jian.

Qin Jian walked over silently.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu wanted to say something but hesitated behind him, but Ning Rongrong had no such reservations, running straight up: "Brother Jian, shall I accompany you?"

Before Qin Jian could speak, Jian Douluo suddenly said: "Rongrong, I am accompanying Qin Jian to obtain his fifth Soul Ring, you should not follow."

"Fifth Soul Ring?!"

Grandmaster and the others were first startled, then inexplicably delighted: "Qin Jian is already level 50?!"

"Give me one day, it will not delay your competition."

Jian Douluo nodded, suddenly pulling Qin Jian up, the Seven Kill Sword appearing beneath his feet, and directly carried him into the air, whistling away.

Many people around the plaza noticed this scene, their expressions varying for a time.

The sky was clear for ten thousand miles, with white clouds drifting leisurely.

A Sword Light came piercing through the air like an Arrow, stopping as it hovered above the white clouds.

Qin Jian stood steadily on the Seven Kill Sword, firmly protected by Jian Douluo's soul power.

The boundless sea of clouds and the vast, infinite sky before his eyes made his heart and mind expand, and his low mood was suddenly greatly relieved.

Jian Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, not saying a single word; he knew Qin Jian could understand his meaning.

His entire life was only for the sword, devoted to the sword, and extreme in the sword; he did not understand the lingering, tangled emotions between men and women.

But this vast, infinite sky could make one transcend from the world of the small self; when personal emotions were placed into the boundless vastness, they would appear very insignificant, and consequently, one would view those tangled worries more lightly, and one's heart and mind would become open.

This was Jian Douluo's unique way of comforting.

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