Chapter 1207

Whether Qin Xuejun or Hong Ling was eliminated, it was a huge piece of good news!

"Oh? It seems Jingyu's luck is a bit poor," Lin Lao said, not without regret.

"Indeed," Li Yao agreed deeply.

Qin Xuejun and Hong Ling walked onto the platform and stood facing each other.

The other platforms seemed to pale in comparison, and everyone's gaze fell upon them.

Qin Xuejun frowned and pouted as she took out her staff.

"Clang."

Hong Ling, however, sheathed her long blade.

"I admit—"

Before the word 'defeat' could leave her mouth, Qin Xuejun interrupted coldly, "Who are you looking down on?"

"Let me, the Senior Sister of the War Academy, see how much this little girl has improved!"

Their teacher was the Dean of the War Academy.

As the teacher's only female student,

Qin Xuejun had always styled herself as the 'Senior Sister of the War Academy'.

"Draw your blade!" Qin Xuejun said with disdain, "Don't worry, dealing with you won't waste much effort."

These words stirred up Hong Ling's temper.

"I hope I don't disappoint the 'Senior Sister'!"

Hong Ling emphasized the words 'Senior Sister' heavily.

With a 'clang', the long blade carved a transparent blade aura in the air.

Magic Puppet Descent.

The two instantly began to fight.

At the same time,

in the Eagle Nation,

at the Federation headquarters' specialized infirmary,

in the dim environment, the smell of formalin was extremely pungent.

A broken figure lay on the hospital bed,

with a large number of tubes connected to the surrounding instruments.

Her entire body was wrapped like a mummy,

with only the eye area left open.

Her tightly closed eyes had eyelashes that trembled slightly; even without consciousness, her brows were deeply furrowed,

showing that this body was suffering unimaginable pain.

This practitioner receiving treatment

was none other than the sixth-ranked on the global Seventh Advancement list, the Hunt King Polona.

Just then,

the electrocardiogram beside her suddenly fluctuated violently.

"Hoo, hoo."

Rapid breathing sounds rang out.

"Bang!"

The door was violently pushed open, and a dozen medical personnel rushed to Polona's side.

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"What's going on? Why are her vital signs suddenly so violent?"

"Draw blood, quickly!"

"Treatment, keep releasing healing skills!"

"Director, look at her severed arm!" a terrified voice rang out.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

At the site of the severed arm, where it was wrapped in bandages, there was a squirming motion.

Polona suddenly sat up, the surrounding instruments being dragged by her movement and scattering on the floor, making crisp 'ding-ding' sounds.

The incomparable, heart-piercing pain made it impossible for Polona to maintain consciousness.

"Pain... pain..."

Her remaining hand kept pounding her abdomen.

"Cough, cough."

Like vomiting, large mouthfuls of blood stained the hospital bed.

"Lord Polona, where is the pain coming from?" the medical director asked anxiously.

The arm? Or somewhere else?

"Brain... brain... something is gnawing on my brain."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Polona stopped moving, standing there as if she had lost consciousness.

Just as the medical personnel breathed a sigh of relief,

"Puchi!"

A sharp, cold-glinting spike pierced through the bandages on her severed arm.

Polona opened her eyes violently.

Her eyes were lifeless and incredibly hollow!

Just as the medical personnel were checking her arm,

Polona stiffly turned her head.

After a 180-degree rotation, her hollow eyes looked at the medical personnel who were cleaning up the blood behind her.

"Puchi!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh rang out.

"Ah ah ah!"

Screams echoed. ===== CHAPTER 1209 =====