Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 826: Some Rejoice, Some Mourn

Amidst the repeated promises from Ye Ruozai, Xiaoxia, aware of her own burdensome presence, reluctantly tore off her wristband and left the arena in the descending light from above.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself outside the competition space, surrounded by familiar companions. She could vaguely hear the cries of Gu Shenghui, and as she struggled to turn her head, she saw Zheng Jia Ru lying flat beside her.

"What is going on! Wasn't it agreed that after leaving the competition space, the body would be restored to its original state! Why hasn't he reacted and woken up!" Anxious Gu Shenghui loudly questioned the Elder from the Immortal Palace standing next to him, who had come to check on them.

The Elder did not get angry at Gu Shenghui's disrespectful actions. After conducting an examination on Zheng Jia Ru together with Elder Lin from the Investigation Office, he shook his sleeves and stood silently to the side. It was more convincing for someone from the Investigation Office to speak on such matters. Sure enough, Elder Lin didn't let the Elder be too embarrassed. He stopped the agitated Gu Shenghui and explained, "The injuries on his body have mostly healed. The reason he hasn't woken up yet is due to excessive mental exhaustion after being drained. He needs rest now! Everyone, step back and give him some fresh air. Xiaoliu, Xiaodong! You two carry this child downstairs to rest."

Liu Xuan and Dong Shigang, two instructors from the Superpower Team, nodded in agreement and stepped forward to lift Zheng Jia Ru, once their beloved subordinate, onto a stretcher that had been prepared beforehand. The two of them carried him away, one in front and one behind.

At this point, everyone turned their gaze to Xiaoxia, who had just exited. Seeing her eyes open, the anxious Gu Shenghui finally relaxed a bit and softly inquired, "Xiaoxia, how do you feel?"

"Hehehe, Gu Chu, can you use a fresher phrase! Every time I wake up injured, I hear the same line." Xiaoxia grinned mischievously and joked.

Seeing Xiaoxia still in the mood for jokes, Gu Shenghui knew she was likely fine and happily replied, "Alright! Next time, I'll come up with a heartfelt phrase that will move you to tears!"

"No need, just wish me well, okay! If possible, I hope to win every future battle smoothly!" As Xiaoxia spoke, she struggled to get up, only to find that the parts of her body she could control were limited to her head. She couldn't even manage to move her fingers or toes.

"Don't move. Like Zheng Jia Ru, you're showing signs of excessive mental exhaustion after being drained, but you're somewhat better off since you still maintain awareness. Once we carry you downstairs, we'll place you in the nutritious source energy we prepared in the hall. I know you'll be extremely tired and sleepy, but you must persevere, try your best to circulate the source energy into your body, nourish your mind and body. Only after at least three cycles, once you regain basic control of your body, can you enter a sleep state, which is beneficial for your recovery, preventing any sequelae."

Hearing Elder Lin's instructions, Xiaoxia nodded to show her understanding, then her face became worried as she looked in the direction Zheng Jia Ru had disappeared. Elder Lin, noticing her thoughts, comforted her, saying, "You don't need to worry about Zheng Jia Ru; with Lao Liu and Old Dong in the hall, a group of healing supernaturals will provide immediate assistance to him."

With these reassurances, Xiaoxia finally breathed a sigh of relief and was lifted onto the stretcher with the help of Zhao Yuanhu and Liang Qian. As the stretcher rose, she turned her head to look at the distant competition space, her face filled with unwillingness and helplessness. After sighing softly, she slowly turned her head to the side.

"We really underestimated the brutality of this competition. The fact that both of them could make it back alive is truly incredible!" Gu Shenghui watched Xiaoxia leave the arena, lit a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, his body trembling. At that moment, Gu Shenghui truly felt fear; he'd faced life and death on the battlefield many times before, still had the courage to do so, but the thought of watching the backbone he'd slowly nurtured fall before him, just the mere possibility tore at his heart, making him break into a cold sweat that soaked through his shirt.

"The world bustles for profit, it hustles for gain; the same goes for any realm! In that battlefield akin to a beast fighting arena, major realms are betting the lives of their most outstanding young generation for a future breakthrough for their realm! Bigger the return, greater the risk! We all care more about individual competition's Divine Artifact, but the true outcome was already decided in the team matches!"

Elder Lin, gazing at the spectators around the field who were continuously cheering for the event, sighed, "The team that wins the group match can quickly cultivate a batch of Child of Origin, though not as strong as those personally chosen by the Master of Origin, but still far superior to usual ability users and cultivators. What truly frightens people is the Blood Slaughter Squad; they managed to seriously injure Spirit Monster World's Child of Origin without the Origin Seed, making them withdraw from the competition. If they win a prize in the group match, just imagine how terrifying their strength will be by the individual competition!"

After speaking these words, both of them fell silent, together watching the ongoing battles in the competition space.

Outside the arena, some were happy, some were worried. Compared to Zheng and Xia, who left with meticulous care by a group of agents from the Investigation Office, Lanloste, who exited earlier, didn't receive such treatment. Upon leaving the competition space, still able to move, he was met not with the warm greetings and careful attention of his comrades, but with cold, disdainful gazes.

"You dare to stand before me alive; should I praise your courage? Or say you've perfectly inherited the shameless tradition of the Lanloste family."

Listening to the leader of the Magic Realm's competition team, known as the Tyrant, Cyril, uttering these scornful words, Lanloste knelt on one knee, glancing at two figures from the direction of the Investigation Office, and quietly argued, "This time, I successfully eliminated two opponents, although...."

"You successfully eliminated them? Enough with the boasting! Without borrowing power from the five Round Table Knights, you would have long been turned to ashes by the opponents!" Cyril's eyebrows rose, eyes widened in anger as he reprimanded, "This battle cost us a Holy Soul of a Round Table Knight! As a Knight, you should know how formidable a Round Table Knight's combat prowess is at their peak. Yet, for honor, he chose a kamikaze move to uphold the Magic Realm's dignity. But you! You dared to retreat at the most crucial moment after attacking two Round Table Knights, missing the chance to avenge Knight Boss, allowing two genius players from the Keystone Realm to withdraw safely from the competition! Do you know what this means? You've not only embarrassed the Magic Realm, turning you and your family into a laughingstock among the major realms! But also led the church to lose its voice in the power-sharing among the other two councils! Now, there's no need for you to explain anything to me, just wait to return and face your judgment!"