Chapter 153: Victory in a Single Strike

"Thank you..."

Bai Shengye expressed his gratitude. The moment the pill melted in his mouth, his keen tongue carefully memorized every single antidote ingredient blended within it, and in a flash, he suddenly thought of Professor Yun Lan.

Yun Lan's frail physical condition after falling ill was currently no different from his, and precisely, the components of this antidote could be used to cure him!

Glancing out of the corner of his eye toward the bottom of the arena, he happened to see Professor Yun Lan standing there. Suddenly, it dawned on him why Professor Yun Lan's body had never recovered despite long-term recuperation. Could it be... that the special poison in his body originated from the Wu clan?

Although he did not know the exact formulation ratio of the antidote ingredients, he already had a general idea in his mind.

After handing the antidote to Bai Shengye, Wu Zhen retreated to the edge of the arena and sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing. This match had indeed exhausted his magical power, especially maintaining the poison pool for a long time to confront Bai Shengye.

As Bai Shengye walked off the stage dragging his weak body, Heiyu and Yixin immediately supported him from left to right. He awkwardly tried to brush them off, but was supported down anyway.

"It's really great that you're okay," Ling Xiaolei said, "You scared us to death just now..."

"I still lost, even though it was just a hair's breadth away from completely cracking his poison..." Bai Shengye said.

Warm light bloomed on Lingmeng's hands as she pressed them against Bai Shengye's chest. Although she said nothing, this time her healing magic was exceptionally meticulous.

"Heiyu," his gaze suddenly turned serious as he looked at Heiyu, pressing one hand on Heiyu's shoulder: "You'll take the stage next, and I am certain of victory. I have exhausted his magic power. Although Wu Zhen can practice divination, he cannot divine your actions. Use that technique of yours—Spacetime Displacement."

Heiyu nodded knowingly, their thoughts completely aligned.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. We will definitely enter the finals."

"It seems Heiyu's trump card will have to be deployed early in this match," Professor Yun Lan said. "You guys stay here, I'll take Bai Shengye to the infirmary to rest."

With that, he left with Bai Shengye.

Heiyu tightly clenched his right hand into a fist, intending to try out a move he had never used before, and also wanting to turn the tables for Bai Shengye.

"That strange spatial magic of yours might just be the nemesis of prophetic mages. It seems we have no choice but to send you," Yixin said.

Heiyu made a substitution gesture toward the host. The host announced: "The Holy City Magic Academy sends out its final contestant—the Attribute-less Mage, Heiyu! Which team will successfully advance to the next round? The fifth and decisive match begins!—"

Heiyu materialized his trident staff and walked onto the stage.

"Brother Heiyu, do your best!" Shen Zai Guo cheered from behind.

Wu Zhen still sat on the ground regulating his breath without raising his head, seemingly holding this final opponent in utter contempt. Heiyu had already walked to the center of the arena, yet Wu Zhen did not even open his eyes. However, Wu Zhen clearly did not know what kind of opponent he was about to face.

"This duel must be resolved swiftly, even faster than Wu Zhen anticipates, ending the match before he can unleash any poison-type techniques."

Heiyu's gaze was firm, and his mind was already made up. He reminded him:

"Aren't you going to take a look at your crystal ball?"

"Hmph."

Wu Zhen let out a scornful laugh. "Do you think what you are about to do can threaten me?"

He stood up, focusing his attention back on the arena, holding the crystal ball in his left hand and grasping his staff in his right.

At that moment, the crystal ball indeed flashed. He turned his head casually to take a look, and his gaze could never move away again.

"What?"

Out of astonishment, he turned the crystal ball over once more, clutching it to his chest and inspecting it repeatedly, his complexion completely altering.

"How can this be, how can this be, impossible..."

Heiyu smiled triumphantly.

The crystal ball repeatedly displayed only one scene: Heiyu suddenly appearing before him, the tip of his staff aimed directly at his heart.

Yet prior to this scene, no imagery could be divined whatsoever. Therefore, Wu Zhen could find no way to crack it, as though this outcome were an unchangeable inevitability.

Having relied on the crystal ball since childhood to see through everything and control everything, for the first time in his life, Wu Zhen was gripped by profound panic due to an unforeseeable scenario and an unalterable ending. Endless despair overwhelmed him, wiping away his habitual confidence and composure.

"Cause and effect cannot be displayed, and it cannot be broken. What is going on here?"

"Panicking like this doesn't bode well for you." The words had barely fallen when Heiyu gave him no chance to react, charging forward directly with his staff raised.

No magical power was infused into his staff, yet it carried a ruthless intent of a kill with a single strike. He could not fail; he only had this single opportunity—the exact moment when Wu Zhen panicked due to his inability to crack the predicted outcome.

Rushing forward a few steps, he kicked off hard with his rear foot and executed Spacetime Displacement, his entire body suddenly vanishing into thin air in the middle of the empty arena.

The next instant, the black magic robe appeared before Wu Zhen like a nightmare, the tip of the trident pointing straight at Wu Zhen's heart.

"Oh no!" Wu Zhen leaped backward abruptly, releasing deadly poison from both sleeves out of instinctive reaction.

Heiyu's initial slash missed. In the past, given the area-of-effect property of the "Magic Light Slash," he might not have missed his opponent, but now the physical length of the weapon failed to reach Wu Zhen, allowing him to dodge the blow.

Yet Heiyu did not give up. He instantly tapped his toes on the ground, stepped forward once more, and simultaneously thrust his staff horizontally forward with his right hand, unleashing a technique he had never used in actual combat.

"Spacetime Blast!"

This skill was marked as "use with caution" in *The Dark Curses of Spacetime* because its overwhelming destructive power would cause irreversible consequences. However, remembering the torture Wu Zhen's poison inflicted upon Bai Shengye, Heiyu had no intention of showing mercy.

A mass of air right in front of Wu Zhen seemed to suddenly rupture and explode. He felt his chest, abdomen, and every single organ and bone inside his body shatter into powder in an instant, the excruciating pain nearly causing him to faint on the spot.

This power did not originate from the external world; rather, it felt more like the twisting and explosion of space within his own body.

And the truly terrifying aspect of this Spacetime Blast was that anything at the center of the blast would be reduced to ashes.

Fortunately, during this strike, the staff was at a distance from Wu Zhen, so he only suffered the impact of the peripheral force generated at the epicenter of the Spacetime Blast. Even just the peripheral impact shattered half of his body, turned his legs to jelly, and blew him away through the air.

Wu Zhen's body was blasted out of the arena bounds, crashing into the transparent barrier before hitting the ground. A large pool of blood seeped out of his body, leaving him completely unable to move.

In the air before Heiyu, the deadly poison drifting from his two sleeves still lingered. At the epicenter of the Spacetime Blast, a faint, imperceptible, thread-like fissure floated—the trace of severed spacetime. Heiyu failed to notice it, hurriedly taking a few steps back to regain his footing.