The arena remained unusually quiet for several seconds after Tang Yue's victory was announced.
Most students were still staring at the battlefield where Wang Hao had fallen.
The brutality of the fight lingered heavily in the air.
Some of the earlier matches had been intense, but what everyone had just witnessed felt different. It wasn't simply a victory.
It was a message.
The medics quickly surrounded Wang Hao and carefully lifted him onto a stretcher. Blood stained the edge of his uniform, though the healing spells already glowing around him were beginning to stabilize his injuries.
Several students whispered quietly.
"That was too ruthless…"
"She didn't need that last strike."
"But it's Tang Yue…"
"An A-rank combat class doesn't hold back."
Meanwhile Tang Yue had already turned away from the battlefield.
She walked toward the exit tunnel calmly, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Yet just before disappearing beneath the arena corridor, she paused for a brief moment.
