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The first light of dawn appeared, and the sky above the Academy of Esoterics gradually brightened. A battle like never before finally came to an end. After a series of intense and thrilling confrontations, Zhou Xiongwu was finally defeated by Jiang Hanting. This battle was not only a test of strength, but also a clash of wills.
The climax of the battle was the final showdown between Jiang Hanting and Zhou Xiongwu. Zhou Xiongwu's eyes always flashed with the ambition to control everything, but in this ultimate battle, his eyes revealed unease and panic. Every step of Jiang Hanting was firm and profound, like the brightest star in the night sky.
"Do you think it's over just like this?" Zhou Xiongwu sneered, his voice hoarse as if it was the desperate last struggle.
Jiang Hanting remained expressionless, his gaze calm and profound, as if he could see through the inner turmoil of Zhou Xiongwu. "No, this is just the beginning," he replied calmly, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuations, yet it froze the air.
When the first ray of dawn light pierced through the thick clouds and illuminated the academy square that had been destroyed by battle, a decisive battle that determined the fate of the academy quietly began. Jiang Hanting stood in the center of the square, his posture resembling an unshakable mountain, calm and resolute. The surrounding air seemed to stagnate due to his esoteric abilities, and a faint layer of light enveloped him like a protective shield, the most direct manifestation of his nullification of abilities.
On the other side of the confrontation, Zhou Xiongwu's face darkened. This showdown would determine everything, and he could no longer underestimate Jiang Hanting's strength, but he would not give up easily. Zhou Xiongwu concentrated all his power and unleashed an attack he believed could be a fatal blow - an immensely powerful mental oppression wave, the culmination of his years of training, capable of shattering any opponent's will.
However, when that overwhelming force touched Jiang Hanting's radiance, it dissipated quietly like a stone cast into the sea. At that moment, Zhou Xiongwu's face turned ashen, and he finally realized that his ultimate strike was completely ineffective against Jiang Hanting's Nullification of abilities.
Jiang Hanting's gaze was intense, devoid of any surprise, only deep indifference. His voice was deep and full of authority as he slowly said, "Zhou Xiongwu, your fate has been sealed. Your ambition will end here."
As the words fell, Jiang Hanting pounced on Zhou Xiongwu like a cheetah. His movements were fast and precise, each step demonstrating his outstanding combat skills and mastery of Esoteric. Zhou Xiongwu attempted to resist, but under Jiang Hanting's pressure, his counterattacks seemed powerful but ultimately failed.
In the end, after a brief and intense hand-to-hand combat, Jiang Hanting successfully subdued Zhou Xiongwu. He looked coldly at the now powerless Zhou Xiongwu and said, "This is your fate. I hope you reflect on it well in prison."
Throughout the entire process, Jiang Hanting demonstrated his extraordinary decisiveness. Not only did he single-handedly subdue Zhou Xiongwu, but he also proved to everyone his unwavering determination to protect the academy and care for his companions. In this decisive battle, there was no hesitation, no mercy, only the belief in fighting for justice.
Subsequently, the teachers and students of the academy quickly subdued Zhou Xiongwu and reported the incident to the relevant authorities for handling. Despite the night of battle that the academy had just experienced, there were signs of damage everywhere. However, the faces of the students and staff were filled with relief and reassurance.
After the battle, the repair work of the academy quickly began. Lin Mengmeng and Jiang Hanting, as the heroes of this event, naturally became the focus of everyone's attention. However, for the two of them, this victory was not only a triumph over evil, but also a testament to their inner growth.
In the morning, the sunlight sprinkled on the square of the Academy of Esoterics. Lin Mengmeng stood in the center of the academy, which had been repaired overnight, her gaze wandering around, filled with emotion. Beside her, Jiang Hanting still had that indifferent look, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a gentle light, especially when he looked at Lin Mengmeng.
"How are you?" Jiang Hanting suddenly spoke, his voice low but with a subtle concern.
Lin Mengmeng nodded gently, a faint smile appearing on her lips. "I'm fine, just a little tired," she replied, her eyes clear like morning dew.
Jiang Hanting frowned slightly, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. He turned his head and looked at the distant college building, where people were busy repairing the traces left by the battle.
"We all owe you a thank you." At this moment, Zhao Yunli, Li Hongwen, and Song Xiaoqing walked over, their faces carrying grateful smiles. Behind them, there was a group of students, each with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
Lin Mengmeng felt a little embarrassed and gently shook her head, "No need to thank me, I just did what I should do." Her voice was soft, but incredibly firm.
"But that's the truth, Mengmeng. If it weren't for you and Senior Jiang, we might..." Zhao Yunli's voice trembled slightly, but before she could finish her sentence, Lin Mengmeng's gentle gaze interrupted her.
Jiang Hanting finally spoke, breaking the brief silence. "Alright, now that everything is over, we should look forward. The academy still has many things for us to do," he said. Although his voice remained cold, he did not lose the demeanor of a leader.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Jiang Hanting's words seemed to give them a shot in the arm, reigniting their hope and motivation. The restoration work of the academy gradually progressed with everyone's joint efforts, each person striving for their common home.
In the days that followed, the Academy of Esoterics not only restored its former tranquility, but also became more united because of this incident. The names of Lin Mengmeng and Jiang Hanting have become legendary in the academy, and their story inspires every student.
For Lin Mengmeng, this experience not only allowed her Esoteric to further grow, but more importantly, she found her own belief. With Jiang Hanting's help, her social anxiety gradually improved, making her more confident and strong.
A few days later, Lin Mengmeng fell ill due to severe overexertion from Esoteric, and this news quickly spread within the academy. In the personal ward of the infirmary, Lin Mengmeng lay for a whole week. Her body gradually recovered, but her heart was filled with indescribable loss.
In Lin Mengmeng's ward, the warm sunlight shone through the window, casting dappled light on the bed, reflecting her pale yet peaceful face. She had fallen ill due to overexertion from Esoteric and had been resting in the ward for the past few days to regain her strength. Zhao Yunli, Li Hongwen, and Song Xiaoqing took turns visiting her, bringing the care and blessings of their fellow students from the academy.
Zhao Yunli is the first to visit Lin Mengmeng. She is holding a bouquet of flowers and a blessing card written by her classmates. She has a warm smile on her face: "Mengmeng, look, this is everyone's blessing for you. Everyone is very worried about you and hopes you get well soon."
Lin Mengmeng smiles slightly, a touch of emotion flashing in her eyes: "Thank you all, I will work hard."
Li Hongwen brought some study materials and notes from the college: "Junior sister, here are our notes from the past few days. Don't worry about falling behind in the courses. When you're feeling better, we can study hard together again."
Lin Mengmeng nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Li, it's great to have you all."
Song Xiaoqing brought some light music CDs and picture books: " Mengmeng, I know you like this, it can help you relax and recover faster."
In their company, Lin Mengmeng's mood did improve a lot, but there was still a hint of indescribable loss in her heart. Whenever it was quiet at night, she would always think of Jiang Hanting's bravery in battle, and his deep and aloof gaze. She didn't understand why he never came to see her. Did he really not care about her?
One evening, Zhao Yunli visited Lin Mengmeng again and saw the confusion in her eyes. He gently held her hand and said, "Mengmeng, don't think too much. Senior Jiang must have his difficulties, perhaps he's tied up with a sudden mission. You know he has always been the mainstay of the academy, and many things require his attention."
Lin Mengmeng nodded slightly, still feeling the emptiness and longing in her heart, but Zhao Yunli's words also brought her some comfort.
One late night, Lin Mengmeng woke up in slight unease. The room was quiet, with only the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating a corner. She turned her head, trying to adjust her pillow, only to find a warm and firm grip holding her hand. She was stunned for a moment, then followed the source of this force with her eyes, only to see Jiang Hanting sitting on the edge of the bed, his head slightly lowered as if he had just fallen asleep.
A complex mix of emotions surged in Lin Mengmeng's heart - surprise, joy, and gratitude intertwined. She tentatively called out, "Senior Jiang?" Her voice was weak and trembling.
Jiang Hanting suddenly looked up, his eyes quickly cleared, and a mysterious light flashed in them. "How did you wake up?" His voice remained cold, but involuntarily softened a lot.
"You... have you been here all along?" Lin Mengmeng was somewhat incredulous, her voice filled with surprise and confusion.
Jiang Hanting did not give a direct answer, but instead nodded slightly, his gaze moving away from her face as if to conceal his emotions. "Your injury is not fully healed yet, you need to rest more." His words, though still carrying his usual indifference, now contained a subtle care that was not easily detectable.
Lin Mengmeng's momentary sense of loss was instantly warmed by this unexpected care. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and gratitude shimmered in her eyes. "Thank you, Senior Jiang."
Jiang Hanting said nothing, just sat there quietly, seemingly guarding her peace. Lin Mengmeng felt an unprecedented sense of security, her eyelids gradually grew heavy, and eventually, under the warm moonlight and Jiang Hanting's watchful gaze, she drifted back into the realm of dreams.
That night, Lin Mengmeng dreamt of scenes of battling alongside Jiang Hanting, in the dream, they stood shoulder to shoulder, fearless. And when she woke again, she found Jiang Hanting still sitting there, only his head resting on the edge of the bed, seemingly having fallen asleep in silent vigil.
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