The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Once again, the ultimate move failed, and a large number of companions were injured and left the field. Under the fatigue caused by the consumption of magic power and the pressure caused by the repeated failure of plans, the original order in the Fire Academy finally collapsed.

At this point, anyone could sense that victory was slipping away from them. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Fire Academy students who had been confident they could win the battle before the match.

The expressions on every face were filled with depression and frustration, the tense atmosphere seemed to solidify, and suddenly, no one knew who started it, but they directed their attacks at the representative and commander Ignatius.

"If you hadn't proposed this plan, we would have won long ago!"

"That's right, you are not worthy of being the representative of our Fire Academy!"

"It's because I followed your orders that things have turned out like this!"

"Whoever wants to listen can listen, I won't accept your advice anymore."

Ignatius remained silent in the face of everyone's accusations.

He knew that it was useless to say anything now. Others needed an outlet, and he happened to be the target of public criticism.

Fortunately, he still had loyal followers who immediately retorted, "Didn't you all participate and agree to the plan when he proposed it? How can it be his fault now?"

"Can you guys have some shame? Yige doesn't owe you anything."

"What are you yelling about? If you have the guts, go and give the orders."

"I'm in charge, and you tell him to get out of his position right now."

The fight on the field stopped because of this sudden quarrel.

The students of the Water Academy were originally ready for a second group battle, but now they stopped and looked at each other, not knowing whether they should continue.

What's the situation?

"Why do I feel like they're about to start fighting among themselves?"

The boy supporting Jiang Liujing whispered. He watched as the people from the Fire Academy became increasingly violent. A small-scale dispute quickly escalated to the entire group, now divided into two distinct factions, with the leaders looking ready to fight at any moment.

After a while, he asked again, "If they all die in the civil war, does that mean we win?"

That's a really good question.

Jiang Liujing thought about it for a moment. Considering the competition rules and social etiquette, the answer should be: "Forget it."

If two people are fighting and one of them suddenly becomes depressed and commits suicide, the other party still wins.

However, the students from the Water Conservancy College felt a little redundant standing on the huge competition stage.

The other side ignored them, and it seemed a bit awkward whether they fought or not.

Even more embarrassed than them were the audience seats and the dean of the Fire Academy.

The freshman tournament had been held for many years, and while there had been instances of people arguing in public mid-game, it was rare. Furthermore, while the students didn't know, the principal and dean were fully aware, as were many high-ranking officials who were watching the match.

We originally came to see the outstanding performances of geniuses and to discover the future pillars of the mainland, but ended up watching the pillars of society starting to split among themselves on the spot?

This is such a huge loss of face.

The principal coughed and winked at the referee teacher off the court.

The referee understood and quickly entered the arena, shouting at the noisy Fire Academy students, "Stop! We're still competing. Do you want to just award us the loss?"

His words caused a moment of silence on the field.

The group of people, blinded by anger, finally remembered that they were still on the field and there were thousands of eyes watching them.

"..."

Social death comes very suddenly.

At this moment, they all suddenly understood what Vita had felt before, and every look they gave them was like a thorn in their back.

Stop arguing and continue fighting?

But seeing that they were in good condition and everyone looked like they were watching the show, as if they were very curious about how they would proceed, the people from the Water Academy felt something stuck in their throat.

Just say quit and admit defeat?

Then they will have to bear the unprecedented infamy of withdrawing from the competition halfway through.

Who can shoulder this responsibility?

In the dead silence, all the students of the Fire Academy lowered their heads, not knowing how to make a decision.

In the end, it was Ignatius who stood up.

The quarrel was caused by him, but his face remained calm, a kind of calmness that made people see fatigue at a glance.

He first bowed to the referee, and then bowed deeply to the students of the Water College, the principal and dean, and the audience seats.

Finally, he stood up and said to the referee in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Huoyuan voluntarily gives up this battle."

"Are you sure?" the referee confirmed again.

"Yes." Ignatius closed his eyes.

In the current situation, people's morale is low and there is no point in continuing the fight. They have no morale at all.

As a leader, he bears most of the responsibility for this situation.

He didn't even dare to look up. He just wanted to show his victory to his father, but ended up letting his father see him in such an embarrassing state.

Sure enough, compared to his elegant and mature elder brother, he was just a shabby, unpresentable piece of work. No wonder his father had always been reluctant to pay attention to him.

The referee nodded and announced the result directly.

"The first match of the second round of the team competition, Fire Academy vs. Water Academy. Fire Academy forfeits, Water Academy wins!"

The audience seats of the Water Conservancy Institute suddenly erupted in enthusiastic cheers. In the second round, they actually won again!

Who would have thought that the Water Conservancy University, which was at the bottom last year, would be competing for the top two this year?

Those who looked down on them before were about to have their faces swollen from being beaten.

On the other side, the Fire Academy team left the field to a chorus of boos. As they passed through the audience, they were nearly drowned out by the fierce shouts of abuse.

"Can you compensate me for my gold coins?"

"I really shouldn't have detained you. What the hell are you hitting?"

"You guys made me lose miserably, do you know that?"

"You can't even finish the game. Are there any freshmen more embarrassing than you?"

Those words were more powerful than the incendiary bombs, and several freshmen in the Fire Academy team who had poor psychological endurance burst into tears on the spot.

"Why are you crying? I didn't cry even though I lost a few hundred gold coins. How dare you cry after being beaten like this? If you cry again, I'll give you a slap..."

"Shut up, it's too noisy. We didn't ask you to bet." A voice full of impatience suddenly sounded, interrupting the senior who wanted to continue speaking.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Vita, who had rarely spoken during this competition.

He hadn't participated in the verbal battle just now, his presence so low that it was as if the Fire Academy didn't exist. Unexpectedly, he spoke at this moment.

His icy gaze pierced the senior's face like two chisels, and he spoke in a stern voice, "You're not even from the Fire Academy. You're betting just to make money. No one's forcing you. You make your own choices and bear the consequences. Don't you understand this at your age?"

The senior was completely stunned by his scolding.

After a long while, he got angry and raised a finger to point at him and said, "How dare you, a freshman, talk to a senior like that? Do you have any manners?"

Vita said coldly: "I only talk to people politely, you are not worthy."