When one's strength was so strong that they couldn't control it, that kind of fear and trembling involuntarily emerged. Wang Ling had experienced this feeling countless times as a child.
Every dark night, he would wake up with a start, afraid that he would do something bad after falling asleep.
After all, for Wang Ling, before the Dao talisman seal had been officially researched, destroying the world with a wave of his hand was nothing difficult. Even with the Dao talisman seal now, it didn't mean that Wang Ling was truly free. His strength continued to grow, and one day it would exceed the Dao talisman seal's capacity.
Wang Ling didn't say anything, but the moment his hand gently touched Xia Ming's shoulder, their thoughts connected for a split second.
In a few short seconds, Xia Ming felt as if he could see Wang Ling's life …
The loneliness of being invincible caused his tears to gush out uncontrollably.
Wang Ling had chosen to act at this moment because he knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of the "Eye of Rebellion" in Xia Ming's body.
But Wang Ling had missed one point.
This "Eye of Rebellion" was also a type of Fate Dao spell. When Wang Ling had tried to get rid of it, his and Xia Ming's fate lines had intersected for a brief moment.
And it was also during this brief interaction that Xia Ming knew what kind of existence Wang Ling was on earth.
The people in school didn't know much about him. Although their fate lines had intersected and seemed to have exposed him, Wang Ling wasn't worried that Xia Ming would say anything.
Because it was all like a dream; once the fate lines separated, they would quickly disappear and be forgotten.
"You won't feel pain anymore."
Wang Ling left a comforting message in Xia Ming's heart.
As soon as Wang Ling said this, the "Eye of Rebellion" curse in Xia Ming's abdomen was uprooted like a festering sore on the soles of his feet, and then disappeared without a trace.
When he came back to his senses, Xia Ming realized that he was crying, but he didn't know what on earth he had just seen.
Memories of the Eye of Rebellion, what that white-haired youngster had threatened him to do, and the other side of Wang Ling that no one knew about … he had completely forgotten all of it.
But Xia Ming felt that he had become normal. He no longer trembled or was afraid because of his strength. He didn't even know why, but he didn't hate Wang Ling at all …
"Classmate Wang Ling … you …"
Xia Ming had thought that Wang Ling would hate him, but now that he was flinching and afraid, it was Wang Ling who had appeared behind him at the first instant to support his back with one hand and give him warm strength.
"No wonder Classmate Lotus Sun likes you so much." At that moment, Xia Ming looked at Wang Ling and couldn't help sighing.
"…"
"Classmate Wang Ling, I've decided to give up my fight with you. Student Lotus Sun indeed deserves someone better. " Xia Ming stared at Wang Ling with an unwavering gaze as he spoke righteously, making Wang Ling feel inexplicably alarmed.
“？？？”
Why did he give it to me …
Wang Ling was dumbstruck.
If you don't fight for it, who am I going to use as a shield for that lass in the future?
Wang Ling never thought that when he had just casually helped remove an evil curse, he would suddenly gain another fan …
There was indeed a spell in his Thirty Thousand Great Paths that could forcibly turn people into fans and chase after them like idols.
This spell was the Great Fan Spell, but because Wang Ling didn't use it often, it was a little difficult to control his strength. If he used too much strength when casting the spell, the fan would completely turn into an even more frightening "sasaeng fan" – the kind who could find out where your home was and lurk inside a week in advance, waiting to secretly take photos of you bathing.
Because his relationship with Xia Ming had been a little strained before, Wang Ling had thought about whether or not to use the Great Fan Spell.
But in view of the bug in this Great Dao, in the end he hadn't used it on Xia Ming …
Wang Ling didn't want another male sasaeng fan squatting in his house every day taking photos of his life.
But why had Xia Ming "become a fan" of him?
Wang Ling felt that it might have something to do with Fate Dao.
When two people's fates were connected, it would probably produce an effect similar to the Great Fan Spell, which would reconcile those contradictions through the "fetters of fate."
This was the only plausible explanation that Wang Ling could think of at the moment.
"Go!"
At that moment, there was a shout from all around No. 60 High's impregnable defensive barrier.
Nan Yixiu, the captain of South Sea Sky High School, and Zhu Hanyun, the captain of Titan High School, led the charge. Forming hand seals, they used all kinds of spells to bombard No. 60 High's defensive barrier.
But breaking through this barrier was easier said than done, since Gu Shunzhi and the others had worked together to set it up …
Moreover, these people were very cunning. In order to make their barrier look less strong, they used a kind of barrier that looked very thin … This kind of ultra-thin barrier was naturally less resilient, but in contrast, Gu Shunzhi and the others adjusted the barrier's recovery ability.
In other words, while this ultra-thin barrier looked very easy to break, it was in fact breaking and healing at the same time.
No matter how these people concentrated their fire, it felt like they were just one breath away from breaking the barrier.
Those who played with tactics had dirty hearts …
Wang Ling sighed with emotion in his heart. He felt that Gu Shunzhi and the others had learned the true meaning of "lying low" from him.
Nan Yixiu, Zhu Hanyun, and more than forty other people concentrated their fire on No. 60 High's barrier for more than ten minutes, but in the end still hadn't broken through. Considering the problem of spirit energy consumption, they had no choice but to retreat for the time being and sit cross-legged to regulate their breathing.
"What's going on? No. 60 High's barrier can't be broken? "
"It can be broken! I feel like we're just a little bit away every time … "
The students discussed their strategy. No. 60 High was indeed a tough nut to crack; at the very least, it was much more difficult than they had imagined.
[Survivors remaining: 519]
Looking at the number of survivors projected from the top of the mountain dome, Nan Yixiu and the others instantly felt a strong sense of crisis.
If this went on and they didn't have enough spirit energy to replenish themselves, they would be faced with two scenarios: either No. 60 High would counterattack, or the other teams that had come here would swallow them up.
"This isn't good …" Nan Yixiu and Zhu Hanyun both felt a headache coming on.
Furthermore, Zhu Hanyun's arm was injured, which urgently needed to be treated with good herbs. Although Nan Yixiu knew some medical skills, they clearly weren't enough.
"What should we do?"
Everyone at the foot of the mountain instantly looked a little helpless.
But it was at that moment that they actually saw a paper plane fly down from the top of the mountain …
The paper plane hit Nan Yixiu squarely in the forehead. He opened it to see what was written on it: If you give up on attacking, you can consider joining us and forming an alliance. On the last day, we'll fight a decisive battle on top of the mountain dome …
"What does it say?" asked Zhu Hanyun.
"It says we can join them and form an alliance together. But there's a condition, "said Nan Yixiu.
"What condition?"
"Join Classmate Wang Ling's fan club …"
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