Chapter 253: Dean, he

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jingtong's face turned green.

Husband? Where would a man like him get a husband?

But if it meant being gifted a divine artifact... well, having a husband wasn't entirely unacceptable.

The onlookers were now immersed in shock; they never imagined that Duan Ling could actually possess a divine artifact.

Even for these heaven-favored prodigies of the Great Xia Academy, such an item was an existence beyond their reach.

How should one put it? A divine artifact is something you either have from birth, or if you don't, it is very difficult to acquire later in life.

In an instant, everyone stopped caring about who would win between Duan Ling and Yuan Jingtong; they were far more curious about who this "husband" Duan Ling spoke of was!

"Three minutes! I want all the information on Duan Ling's husband!"

"Sisters, share it with me if you find it! May good people be blessed for a lifetime!"

"Damn it, I'd even accept being the third wheel; if not a divine artifact, a legendary-grade piece of equipment would do!"

"Then I'll take a loss and be the fourth!"

"Holy crap! Big sister, you're five feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds, you're joining in too?"

"It's hard to say what the tastes of the rich are like!"

A husband who can gift a divine artifact—who wouldn't want that?

It's like a burly man telling you that if you let him pound you for a night, he'll give you thirty million; would you agree or not?

Duan Ling realized she had spoken wrongly and hurriedly corrected herself.

"I was joking, my divine artifact was given to me by my father!"

She didn't want to gain a bunch of competitors for no reason; besides, she wasn't lying—Ye Lin had indeed made her call him that the night before last.

Hearing Duan Ling's words, the eager crowd was suddenly disappointed, but some still asked, unwilling to give up.

"Student Duan Ling, may I ask if your father has a partner?"

Duan Ling: "......"

Clearly, she had underestimated everyone's desire for a divine artifact.

After recovering from the shock, Yuan Jingtong's expression instantly became incomparably grave.

A Plague Warlock might be strong, but not enough to make him this passive; however, a Plague Warlock wielding a divine artifact—if he didn't risk his life, he might actually lose today!

"Yuan Jingtong, don't lose your footing; it's obvious she hasn't fully mastered that divine artifact yet, and using it consumes a great deal of her energy," Hu Baiqing reminded him coldly; clearly, she did not want Yuan Jingtong to lose.

Only then did Yuan Jingtong notice that after unleashing the Poison of the Yellow Springs, Duan Ling's complexion had indeed turned several shades paler.

"So that's how it is!" Yuan Jingtong sneered; as a student of the Great Xia Academy, he naturally understood how to deal with an enemy who hadn't fully mastered a divine artifact.

"Crimson Fire Burns the Heavens!"

Countless flames roared out like a fire dragon, rushing toward Duan Ling; the scorching temperature caused the space along its path to twist and deform.

Facing Yuan Jingtong's attack, Duan Ling once again mobilized the Poison of the Yellow Springs; the two distinct forces collided, intertwining and devouring each other, emitting bursts of booming sounds.

Although Duan Ling held a divine artifact, as Hu Baiqing said, she hadn't fully mastered the power of the Nether Yellow Springs. After all, she had only possessed it for a short time, so every use was a massive drain on her.

Yuan Jingtong's plan was clearly to exhaust Duan Ling's energy completely.

"Wait, no? Is outside coaching allowed?" Ye Lin was immediately displeased; if not for Hu Baiqing's meddling, Duan Ling's chances of winning would have been very high.

"That is natural; as long as one doesn't directly interfere, outside reminders are permitted," Yan Lanbing nodded.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"Master Duan, don't trade blows with him, try to strike his center!" Ye Lin called out from the sidelines to remind her.

"I can't! I can't get away," Duan Ling gritted her teeth and persisted.

Ye Lin raised an eyebrow at this; he picked up a pebble the size of a finger from the ground and tossed it up nonchalantly.

If the enemy can do it, so can I.

Since Hu Baiqing could provide vocal assistance to Yuan Jingtong from the sidelines, it was only reasonable for him to indirectly help Duan Ling, right?

Ye Lin threw it with force, and the stone instantly flew into the sky and vanished; three seconds later, it landed precisely on top of Yuan Jingtong's head.

Although it didn't hurt, it still made Yuan Jingtong freeze for a moment.

"Trying to interrupt me with this? Dream on!"

Yuan Jingtong sneered; thinking a small stone could interrupt his skill casting was too naive!

But then he couldn't laugh anymore, because the object Ye Lin was tossing back and forth had changed from a small stone to a sharp dagger.

Judging by the vibrant colors shimmering on the blade, the dagger was clearly coated in poison!

"Dean! Does this count as a violation? He's over there tossing a knife back and forth!" Yuan Jingtong couldn't help but say.

"What does him tossing a knife around on the side have to do with you?" Yan Lanbing asked, puzzled.

"He might throw it and stab me with it!"

"We'll talk if you get stabbed; I will naturally step in to sanction him. You are on stage competing with someone, why are you minding the people off-stage?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jingtong's face turned as ugly as if he had swallowed a fat green-headed fly.

However, Yan Lanbing's words also gave Yuan Jingtong some peace of mind; the Dean was right, Ye Lin's actions were merely to distract him and create an opening for Duan Ling.

If he really dared to attack him, the nature of the situation would be different.

Thinking of this, Yuan Jingtong decided to stop caring about what Ye Lin was doing and focus on dealing with Duan Ling.

With that thought, the scorching flames on Yuan Jingtong's body burned even more fiercely; he looked like a monarch of fire, radiating a terrifying aura.

Just as Yuan Jingtong was preparing to go all out, a bone-chilling cold suddenly shot from his tailbone straight to his crown, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Yuan Jingtong clearly felt the aura of death, as if he had been locked onto by a primordial beast.

Yuan Jingtong turned his head and saw Ye Lin holding the Eight Desolations Holy Silver Bow, aiming right at his head.

For some reason, Yuan Jingtong's intuition told him that if Ye Lin fired this arrow, he would surely die!

How could this be? How could a level 28 Forbidden Spellcaster give him such terrifying pressure?

Is this really level 28?

"Dean, he's aiming at me with a bow!" Yuan Jingtong screamed in terror.

"Does him holding a bow bother you? Rest assured, I am watching him; he wouldn't dare fire this arrow, and even if he did, I would stop it—it won't hit you," Yan Lanbing said helplessly.

Cold sweat kept seeping from Yuan Jingtong's forehead; he understood the logic, but how could he stay calm?

It's like someone holding a loaded gun with the safety off to your head; even if you know they won't pull the trigger, you're still scared!

And just as Yan Lanbing said, Ye Lin didn't actually fire; he just aimed at Yuan Jingtong's head, then his throat, then his crotch.

Wherever Ye Lin aimed, Yuan Jingtong felt a chill.

In this state, Yuan Jingtong couldn't even exert eighty percent of his strength; he was terrified, like a frightened rabbit.

Everyone else looked at Yuan Jingtong with blank expressions, clearly not understanding why his reaction was so extreme.

After all, except for Yuan Jingtong himself, no one else could feel the terrifying death pressure of being locked onto by Ye Lin.

To them, Ye Lin was just waving a bow around like a monkey performer; it wasn't scary at all, but rather a bit comical.

Hu Baiqing couldn't help but furrow her brows and curse under her breath.

"Trash!"