"Fly, let go!"
Genevieve's eyes fluttered. After making out Fly's silhouette, she instinctively struggled a little.
However, she was grievously injured and exhausted now; even the slightest movent brought intense pain.
Held in Fly's arms like this, she couldn't exert any strength at all.
Behind Fly, Dean Sterling also arrived on the stage with the dical staff.
"Gareth, you've really gone too far!" Dean Sterling glared at Gareth, his eyes filled with an indescribable mixture of anger and sorrow.
Such a promising seedling, yet he's walked down such a crooked path. What a pity.
Indeed, if Gareth's talent were rely average, Gideon King's mother wouldn't have selected him and invested heavily in nurturing him.
But if one's character is rotten, the higher the talent and the stronger the ability, the greater the destruction caused.
Although Gareth repeatedly argued that he didn't plant the Paralysis Pellet and didn't know what was going on, did he really take everyone else for fools?
This was a one-on-one duel. The stage was huge, and the audience seats were far away. If Genevieve was poisoned by the Paralysis Pellet, who else could have done it but Gareth?
He simply stopped at nothing for profit!
So young, yet so vicious; the depth of his sches, the badness of his character, and the ruthlessness of his ans... even those ambitious schers throughout history were probably no more than this.
"You guy, don't spit blood on people! I didn't!" Gareth glared back at Dean Sterling, defending himself vigorously. "I really didn't plant the Paralysis Pellet."
"How about this..." He thought for a while and stamred, "If you insist on suspecting , I voluntarily withdraw from this Freshman Invitational to prove my innocence!"
"Is that... good enough?"
Gareth's voice beca smaller and smaller as he spoke, thinking to himself: Anyway, they don't have direct evidence. As long as I insist it wasn't , pretend to be wronged now, and withdraw from the competition under their repeated 'persecution', later, I can ask Vice-Principal King to spend so money to write so news releases, and then buy so internet trolls to steer public opinion. By then, Star City High will beco the unreasonable party in the public's mind. At least public opinion won't one-sidedly bla . As for the subsequent matches, even if I withdraw, the combat power ratio between Ironpeak Academy and Star City High is still two to one, not a disadvantage.
As long as I insist it wasn't , there's still a chance for everything to turn around!
"Fly, let continue to fight him." Genevieve struggled in Fly's arms, still wanting to compete with Gareth.
But her voice beca smaller and smaller, and her breath beca weaker and weaker. She couldn't even maintain her Beast Totem; the phantom of the Grey Sparrow behind her grew dimr and dimr, finally disappearing gradually.
"Vic, I'll leave Genevieve to you." Fly picked Genevieve up, turned and walked towards the stretcher, gently placing her on it.
"Don't worry, Fly. I won't let anything happen to my student." Dean Sterling nodded solemnly.
He had been a teacher for many years and led teams to participate in many competitions. It wasn't the first ti he encountered students getting injured; however, it was the first ti he encountered such a despicable opponent like Gareth.
"Fly, the Freshman Invitational is up to you."
"You must not lose!"
With sothing like this happening, it was no longer just a matter of winning or losing a competition, but had escalated to a personal grudge.
"I know," Fly replied. "I know what to do."
First Jett, and now Genevieve.
Although he hadn't known them for long, but... he was the captain of Star City High after all. How could he not get even when his team mbers were frad and injured?
More importantly...
Treat with kindness, and I will repay with kindness; treat with malice, and I will repay tenfold!
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"Mr. Referee."
"You heard it just now, right?"
"Contestant Gareth said he didn't use the Paralysis Pellet, and he didn't know what was going on."
"Now, punishing a contestant and sending him off rely based on suspicion... I don't think that's very reasonable."
"Moreover..."
As he spoke, Fly looked back at Genevieve on the stretcher. "I think student Genevieve wouldn't accept this punishnt asure either."
"So, I still hope you can withdraw the ruling just now and let us continue the match."
As soon as these words ca out, the whole arena was in an uproar.
After all, with sothing like this happening, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, hoping to punish Gareth properly, pursue responsibility severely, and give contestant Genevieve justice.
But unexpectedly, Genevieve just now and Fly now both requested to let Gareth continue the match!
"This..." Referee Carlos was also conflicted in his heart.
On one hand, it was out of his own simple sense of justice and his duty as a referee; on the other hand, it was the request of the victimized party and the fact that there was indeed no direct evidence against Gareth.
Carlos looked at the expression in Fly's eyes, and his heart moved slightly. This was definitely not a look full of saintly forgiveness; on the contrary, this look was full of extre confidence and deep anger.
Could it be... this guy Fly wants to solve the problem in his own way?
"You guy, did your brain go silly too?" Gareth looked at Fly, his eyes full of disbelief.
At the mont he decided to use the Paralysis Pellet, he was already prepared to leave the field and be held accountable.
Quibbling desperately before was just so as not to leave a handle against himself, giving him a chance to invert black and white through public opinion later.
But unexpectedly, this guy Fly actually also requested the referee not to punish him?
Does he even know what he's saying?
Even if he has absolute confidence in his own strength, I don't necessarily have to fight him to the death.
As long as I repeat my old trick, I still have a chance to eliminate him.
Even if we fight head-on with real weapons, even if I get eliminated by him, I'll wear him down a wave, and then Skaar will wear him down another wave. When he finally faces Lord Gideon, how much stamina will he have left? Not to ntion, Lord Gideon is terrifyingly strong to begin with!
This guy Fly, what exactly is he thinking?
After pondering for a mont, Referee Carlos slowly closed his eyes. "Don't be too heavy-handed."
He put away the red card and stepped aside, leaving room for Fly and Gareth to compete.
"The referee adopted contestant Fly's opinion and put away the red card!" Comntator Jude's expression beca solemn.
If it were a normal match, he would certainly believe that Fly would win.
But the three matches just past had fully demonstrated that Gareth was no good person.
Against an unscrupulous opponent... Fly, you must be careful! Jude chanted silently in his heart.
The other comntator, Leah, couldn't care less about so much. She directly transcended the neutral attitude of a comntator, picked up the microphone, and shouted directly: "Go Fly! Beat the living daylights out of him for !"
...
"Fly! Fly! Fly!"
Instantly, under Leah's incitent, the entire audience stand began to shout Fly's na loudly.
The atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited!
After all, no one could stand Gareth's style, and everyone hoped Fly could teach this unscrupulous guy a harsh lesson!
"Yo, have I beco the public enemy?"
Gareth looked around and curled his lips slightly.
However, he didn't care in his heart; instead, he was quite happy.
At the very least, he could still stay on this competition field and continue to do sothing for Lord Gideon.
Secondly, although he had beco the target of public criticism and public opinion might be hard to reverse later, he was taking the bla for Lord Gideon after all. Lord Gideon would take all the fa and fortune, and all the dirty water would be splashed on him. At that ti, on the surface, Vice-Principal King would "deal with" him to appease public anger, but afterwards, there would definitely be large amounts of resource compensation.
Furthermore, in the future, with him attracting fire in the open and Lord Gideon constructing plans in the dark; as long as such a cooperation model was achieved, Gideon wouldn't be able to do without him. The attention and resources he would receive would increase more and more.
The more Gareth thought about it, the more pleased he beca. Since I've already beco the bad guy, I might as well help Lord Gideon play the bad guy to the end!
"Fly, do you like Genevieve?"
"Hehehe..."
"You must think you look so handso saving the beauty, right?"
"I tell you, it's useless!"
"The champion of this Freshman Invitational will definitely be our Ironpeak Academy!"
"No matter what ans I use, I will definitely help Lord Gideon win the victory!"
"Doppelgänger Number Four, prepare to attack!"
He didn't care whether Fly had revealed his Beast Totem or not. There was a saying: Strike first to gain the upper hand, strike later and suffer disaster! As long as he could win the match, what did rules and morality count for?
Gareth grinned savagely, already looking forward to how Gideon King would reward him after Ironpeak Academy won the championship.
However, in the next second...
Fly's figure appeared behind Doppelgänger Number Four.
Fly didn't say much. He swung the sickle in his hand—hand raised, blade fell.
With a Splat, Doppelgänger Number Four's head leaped up from its neck, rolled onto the ground, tumbled a few tis, and stopped moving. The eyes on that head, pupils dilated, stared dead at Fly's direction at the end, full of disbelief.
Then ca a Thump. Doppelgänger Number Four's headless body fell to the ground, completely losing vitality.
All this happened too fast. The audience hadn't reacted for a mont, and the scene was silent, like the quiet after a lightning strike.
Then, thunder ca. Cheers erupted from the audience stands!
"I said Fly could do it!"
"My Fly is too amazing!"
"Fly is so handso! Go Fly!"
...
On the stage.
"Next, it's you."
Fly turned his head and said in a deep voice.
He slowly took a step, the sharp black sickle dragging on the ground, scratching across the surface of the stage.
Wherever the blade edge went, the marble floor tiles cracked into two pieces one after another.
Fly's formidable killing intent made Gareth shudder involuntarily.
"You... what do you want to do?!"
An ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
"Forgot to tell you. I'm also eager to win. If I don't hear you say surrender later, I won't stop." Fly said, emphasizing every word.
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