107. The Little Fox Is Very Worried About You

Flames formed by the Devouring Dragon plummeted from the sky, a spectacle so magnificent that many spectators were left dumbfounded.

On the social media platform PushBo, the topic “Heavenly Fire Spectacle at the Grand Arena Tournament” surged to the top of trending lists, sparking a fresh wave of heated discussion. Even the organizers caught wind of the lucrative potential and began contacting factories to produce related merchandise.

Standing resolutely in the desert, Greatsword Hunter Henter planted his weapon into the sand and clasped his hands together in silent prayer for a moment. Then, he hoisted his weapon and strode toward the direction where the Devouring Dragon had fallen.

Seated on the sofa watching the live broadcast, Chiyo’s veins bulged, her fingers almost gouging into the armrest.

“Miss, please calm down,” Sakura Honbu whispered in counsel.

“I should have had the organizers pull him out long ago,” Chiyo said, her usual icy expression tinged with a hint of despair.

“I told you, a man who seeks death like that doesn’t deserve you...” Sakura sighed and continued to persuade.

“Shut up!” Chiyo snapped, eyes blazing as she glared at Sakura. “Get out!”

Sakura, sensing the tension, retreated to the study’s doorway and bowed. “Sorry, Miss... I’ll wait outside. Please try to calm down.”

The room fell into a long-overdue silence. Chiyo sat on the sofa, inexplicably at a loss.

...

The flaming meteors kept raining down, finally crashing into the desert.

Accompanied by deafening explosions, towering pillars of fire soared into the clouds. The surging shockwaves blasted a massive crater in the sand, sending swirling dust and flames into the air—a fiery symphony of sandstorm and blaze.

Within the charred crater lay the blackened carcass of a colossal dragon.

A white-haired woman with fox ears emerged from the dragon’s belly, cradling the half-charred body of a young boy.

She gently placed the boy’s body on the sand and sat silently beside him, gazing at the swirling, dusty sky.

The boy’s face was completely unrecognizable, like a tattered puppet crushed under a steamroller.

Surprisingly, the black-rimmed glasses perched on his head remained intact.

“That little gangster girl will be heartbroken,” the white fox murmured casually. “She told me to protect you, but you ended up like this.”

Suddenly, a brilliant green light pulsed from Chen Sang’s chest.

“Ah?” The white fox was startled, her ears instinctively pricking up.

The green glow enveloped Chen Sang’s body, and his charred skin began peeling away to reveal fresh, new flesh.

His broken limbs grew visibly, and his skull-covered face restored itself as if time were rewinding. Under the effect of “Final Healing,” Chen Sang’s body started to recover.

Before long, he was fully restored and suddenly sat up from the ground.

Chen Sang took a deep breath but was choked by sand, coughing repeatedly. “Damn, I’m alive again!”

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