Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

The moment the flames rushed toward her, Yi Zanglan dodged to the side, drew her fruit knife from her waist, and slashed fiercely at the plaster statue number 32 in front of her.

The plaster statue cracked instantly, and its bloodied face turned into black mist and disappeared into the air. Then all the plaster statues fell from mid-air and shattered into pieces on the ground.

The jacket that had been touched by the flames caught fire. Yi Zanglan quickly tore off the jacket and threw it aside. Looking down, he saw that his arm was charred black, with beads of blood slowly seeping out, but it wasn't too serious.

This is probably why Qin Shaoyu transferred his luck and talent to her at the crucial moment.

At the same time, the bracelet vibrated slightly, a notification from the system that the plaster statue of Molière had been registered under her name as a token.

She turned and walked toward Shen Yubai, only to find him kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, covering his still-bleeding mouth and nose.

He was still a little dizzy when he belatedly realized that she was already standing in front of him, and subconsciously checked her to see if she was injured.

"...Are you alright?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Shen Yubai smiled, then noticed the burns on her arm. He paused for two seconds, then frowned in self-reproach.

"So... I didn't hold out long enough?"

"That's enough, you've already done a great job." She sat down next to him, patting his shoulder with a sigh of relief. "Anyway, we've succeeded now, and we've got the token. All thanks to your Soul-Suppressing Incense."

He replied softly, "You went through so much trouble to save me from the water, shouldn't I at least do something more useful?"

"You're already a village beauty, don't you have any value?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then looked at each other's blackened faces and couldn't help but chuckle. They turned their gazes away and began to wipe their faces with their sleeves.

At this moment, Wu Ying and Qin Shaoyu finally arrived. The two were moving too fast and couldn't stop in time when they got there. They slid a long way before coming back.

"I knew it! You covered my face because you wanted to go by yourself!" Wu Ying grabbed Yi Canglan's injured arm, her face cold and gloomy. "Actually, I could have gone. I could have just become invisible, couldn't I?"

"I considered having you become invisible," Yi Zanglan said, "but there are too many uncertainties. If you get touched by ghosts or monsters, the skill will fail—you saw it too, these things breathe fire, it's dangerous."

"Aren't you in danger? Aren't we all just human? If we're burned, won't we just end up with a pile of ashes? You think you can produce relics from burning?"

"Ah..." Yi Zanglan tactically avoided the gaze, which was too fierce. "It's alright. They've used both of their skills, so the situation is much simpler."

Qin Shaoyu poked his head over: "Is my S+ luck any good?"

"It works great, I'd like to use it again next time."

"...Okay, just let me know in advance whenever you want to have some fun next time."

Yi Zanglan then patted Wu Ying on the shoulder: "Don't be angry, little lamb, sit here and rest for a while."

"If you keep yelling like that, I'll get even angrier."

As the plaster statue shattered, most of the flames in the corridor went out automatically, and the smoke gradually dissipated through the open windows.

So the four of them sat down to rest on the ground, some sitting, some lying down, all in very unrestrained postures.

I originally wanted to take a nap, but unfortunately I didn't get the chance.

……

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

The four people on the other side walked very fast, clearly having come here with a specific goal in mind, because they had just passed by the playground and happened to see the flames coming from the window of Building B.

The Dawn Team had timed it perfectly, intending to seize the fruits of their labor. However, upon entering the corridor, they were met with their competitors sprawled out on the floor.

"Are they all dead?"

The male team member at the forefront subconsciously asked this question.

"You're all dead."

Qin Shaoyu sprang up with a thud, sat cross-legged on the ground, and glared at the other person with annoyance.

The other three also made a move. Yi Zanglan straightened his clothes, calmly stood up, and spoke politely.

"You four look unfamiliar. Could you please tell me your names so I can hear them?"

The male team member didn't argue with her. He said he would introduce himself and then introduced everyone.

"Dawn Team, You Ming." He pointed to himself, then to his teammates in turn, "Yue Feng, Chen Shuangyue, Wei Tai."

You Ming is a man who doesn't have any particular characteristics. He has a rather plain and decent face, and is even a bit dull.

But it was normal for him to speak as the team's diplomat, because the three people behind him did not seem easy to get along with, and they might start arguing as soon as they opened their mouths.

Wei Tai was a dark-skinned, muscular man. He was the one who was injured while on a mission in the cafeteria. He was currently blind in one eye, and both arms were covered in blood and hastily wrapped in strips of cloth.

He stood at the back of the line, his whole being shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The woman next to him wore a white shirt and trousers, had long, straight black hair that reached her waist, and almond-shaped eyes that were cold and deep, exuding a hint of yin energy—she lived up to her name, Chen Shuangyue.

The last one is Yue Feng, who is known as the Great General. He has short, neat hair, a tall and imposing figure of over 1.8 meters, heroic eyebrows and eyes, and a face with distinct bone structure. Even through his hoodie, you can vaguely see the outline of his muscles.

Yue Feng stepped forward and deftly pushed You Ming aside. The long-handled spiked hammer she was carrying was covered with spikes and weighed about twenty pounds. It dragged on the ground with a screeching sound, which was very intimidating.

She paid little attention to anyone else, her gaze fixed on Yi Zanglan's face, her eyes burning with a hint of belligerent excitement.

"Yi Zanglan." She pronounced the name clearly and loudly. "Captain of Black Wind Stronghold, I watched your last match. You were very impressive. I haven't seen such beautiful skills in a long time. You are worthy of being my opponent."

"It's an honor to be praised like that." Yi Zanglan smiled and looked up to meet her gaze. "You are indeed tall and dashing, and your weapon is very cool too."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot." Yue Feng examined his spiked hammer, tilted his head slightly, and said, "You haven't summoned a weapon yet. Why don't you summon one now? I'll wait for you."

"No."

"You're so good at fighting, how come the system didn't equip you with any weapons?" Yue Feng frowned, then sighed, clearly a little disappointed. "It would be unfair to fight you with high-level weapons, but this is a competition after all. I can only... If there's a chance in the future, we can spar bare-handed again."

"Yes, that's how it should be," Yi Zanglan replied calmly. "Since it's a competition, winning or losing should come first. Your weapon is your advantage, so there's no question of winning unfairly."

"I enjoy listening to you talk," Yue Feng said cheerfully. "Don't worry, I'll end this battle as soon as possible so you won't find it unbearable—I'll also take care of your teammates quickly."

Yi Zanglan's lips curled slightly, as if she were chuckling softly: "Thank you, but there's no need to be so quick to agree, because my teammates aren't easy to deal with."