Pop! Pop! Pop!
Flashes of white teleportation light began to erupt continuously across the jade colosseum like a violent, erratic strobe show.
Disciples were vanishing by the dozen.
"It's the Iron Wok Demon!" a terrified senior disciple screamed, desperately clutching his token pouch to his chest. "He's gone rogue! He's mad! See how he is attacking his own sect! Run!"
"There is nowhere to run!" Ji'an laughed, vaulting over the back of a massive, heavily armored brute. She landed lightly behind him, plucked the token from his waist, snapped it, and watched him vaporize. "Your meat is overcooked! Your spiritual roots are bland! Back to the prep station!"
Across the arena, the major protagonists suddenly realized that the natural order of the tournament had been disrupted.
Gu Zhiwei, the Golden Retriever, had just finished healing a junior novice when a flash of Szechuan Red silk entered his peripheral vision.
