A year after the incident with the Jingche, Robin had already seized the initiative against Caribbean with terrifying speed.

Caribbean froze, clearly unprepared for Robin's sudden burst of speed. In that split second of hesitation, a sharp crack echoed, as if something had shattered.

Two seconds later, a scream tore from Caribbean’s throat; Robin had just crushed his wrist.

It wasn't sluggishness on his part; Robin’s move was simply too fast. In that instant, he felt no pain. By the time the pain registered, his hand was already gone.

This was a perfect demonstration of, "Heaven offered a path, but you chose the gate to hell!"

Caribbean had always seen himself as formidable, never realizing that every mountain has a higher peak, and Robin’s peak was impossibly high.

Robin didn't stop there. She had a nature: she might remain still, but once she engaged, she never let go.

With a sharp pull of her delicate hand, Robin dragged Caribbean’s body close, her other hand already lunging forward. A light press to Caribbean’s abdomen produced a dull, sickening thud.

Then, Caribbean’s stomach seemed to cave inward dramatically, and a spray of blood erupted from his mouth.

He was completely dazed by Robin’s assault, unable to comprehend what had happened. He only felt as if his entire body were being pulled apart by invisible forces, the agony so intense he couldn't even cry out.

He managed to force his eyes open a sliver and was met by Robin’s face, frozen and beautiful as ice, her eyes radiating a chilling light.

For some inexplicable reason, Caribbean suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to beg for mercy, struck by a terror that had no name.

He was affected by the profound cold radiating from Robin. It wasn't just him; even, standing nearby, turned pale, as if struck by a sudden, grave illness.

Then, after a few seconds of silence, Robin flicked her wrist as if reeling in a fishing line, flinging Caribbean high into the sky.

flew upward with incredible speed, far surpassing his former self.

Though the pain nearly made Caribbean faint, his mind remained clear. Hearing the rush of wind whistling past his ears, he knew that falling like this meant crippling injury, if not death—though he suspected he was already gravely wounded. Gritting his teeth against the agony, he unleashed every ounce of his fighting spirit.

This was a moment of life or death. Caribbean ignored Austin’s previous warnings and deployed his family’s ultimate secret technique once more.

He no longer concealed his strength, letting every shred of his power explode outward. He did this for no other reason than self-preservation—the most primal instinct.

But would Robin allow him such a comfortable landing? Absolutely not.

Robin turned toward Austin, adopting a posture like holding up the heavens with one hand, and with a mere thought, she employed the power of "Repulsion and Attraction"—specifically, the gravity-manipulating aspect from her bracer!

In an instant, Caribbean’s body, caught between Earth's gravity and Robin’s imposed attraction, became like a falling meteor, plummeting from the high atmosphere to mere centimeters above the ground in the blink of an eye.

BOOM. A massive sound erupted, sending dust clouds billowing, and the very ground shuddered.

When the dust settled, Caribbean was embedded deep in the earth, the surrounding ground having sunk nearly half a meter.

Terrifying. This was truly horrifying.

, watching from the side, nearly dropped his jaw. He knew Robin was immensely powerful, but he hadn’t imagined that when enraged, her abilities would become this monstrous.

But was that the end? Clearly not, because this was only the beginning.

When it came to the art of "tormenting," Robin was infinitely superior to Caribbean.

Robin possessed perfect control, ensuring her victim didn't die immediately. If he looked like he was about to give out, she might even kindly offer a spot of healing, only to start again.

This time, however, Robin had no intention of providing treatment. Her target was clear: to systematically crush this arrogant fool to death.

So she moved again. With a single draw of her hand, Caribbean’s body was pulled from the earth, trailing clods of soil. As his body rose to the height of Robin’s chest, it suddenly halted.

broke into a cold sweat. Though he couldn't predict Robin's next move, he was certain it would be a devastating blow.

His suspicion proved correct. Robin unleashed a snapping kick, driving upward directly into Caribbean’s abdomen, launching him back toward the heavens.

As the ancient saying goes: "It is cold indeed, high above the world." Caribbean was now experiencing that truth firsthand.

Just like the first time, Caribbean’s body was drawn back down, landing precisely in the crater he had just created.

Thud. Another heavy impact, even more violent than the first.

At this moment, looked at Robin not as a person, but as a minor demon. A deep, unprecedented tremor shook him. What truly terrified him was Robin’s unchanging, icy expression. He inwardly questioned: Is this the expression a young girl should wear?

Only now did he truly understand Robin’s full capacity for torment—ruthless, unsparing brutality.

Robin pulled Caribbean’s body out again. He was barely clinging to life, his fighting spirit long since extinguished.

This time, Robin didn't send him skyward. Instead, she executed a move best described as "Headfirst Planting," driving Caribbean straight into the ground headfirst, leaving only his two bent legs sticking out.

Robin seemed poised to deliver a final, massive stomp, but she was interrupted by Zhong Shenxiu calling out, "Enough. Let's go."

Robin relented, but even so, it seemed Caribbean had already lost nine-tenths of his life force.

As Zhong Shenxiu and Robin walked more than ten meters away, remained frozen, staring at the near-corpse of Caribbean. His heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of his chest. One thought looped relentlessly in his mind:

This is the fate of those who cross them?

Thinking about living alongside such dangerous people made shiver again involuntarily.

"Kid, hurry up and follow!" Zhong Shenxiu's calm voice drifted back from the distance.

became instantly obedient, like a frightened grandson, terrified that a moment’s delay would earn him Robin’s attention.

The surrounding students who had witnessed the spectacle were utterly dumbfounded. This was the strangest, most bizarre, most shocking, and most intensely violent scene they had ever seen.

Though the entire event lasted barely twenty seconds, for them, every second was a visual shockwave. Compared to this, the confrontations in the "Academy Ranking Tournament" looked like mere childish antics—utterly insignificant.

"Holy hell, isn't that a bit too twisted?" one student blurted out in crude language. If Caribbean’s body hadn't been visibly impaled in the dirt, he would have suspected the whole thing was a hallucination.

"Th-that... that little girl..." A student whose nerves were more fragile was on the verge of collapse.

"Hey, isn't that guy... dead?" A boy asked with misplaced concern, starting to move toward the soil to pull Caribbean out.

"Are you tired of living? If that little girl finds out, she might plant you in the dirt too!" His girlfriend grabbed him tightly, giving him a look that clearly said, If you dare move, we are finished.

While the crowd pointed at Caribbean but no one dared approach to help, several middle-aged men suddenly rushed over from the distance. Their attire was highly specialized, unlike teachers or service staff.

The men gravely pulled Caribbean from the earth and immediately began administering aid.

"What's the situation?" one of the men asked the person checking Caribbean’s vitals.

"Half a breath left," the medic replied, frowning deeply. Without hesitation, he pulled a small vial from his robes, poured out a small, dark pill, and forced it into Caribbean’s mouth.

Another man, seemingly a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, immediately began casting healing magic on the victim.

"Can he be saved?" the first man asked again.

"We can only say we can temporarily stop him from dying."

Perhaps the reader wonders who these men are?

Some may have guessed: they are members of the Stasi Family! It was incredibly frustrating for them; they had looked away for only a moment, and Caribbean had vanished from their sight. When they finally caught up, they found him stuck upside down in the earth.

In just over a minute, a person who was vibrant and full of life on the arena floor was reduced to this state. If the reality wasn't right before their eyes, they would never have believed it.

What happened in those moments?

Could it be that Caribbean was ambushed by a large contingent of masters? Otherwise, this outcome was impossible.

If so, which faction was responsible, and for what purpose?

This incident was clearly grave. One of the middle-aged men stood up and approached the student witnesses who had not yet fled.

"Hey, what exactly happened just now?" the middle-aged man asked with a hard expression.

The questioned student first froze, then flinched violently at the man's menacing glare. However, this level of intimidation was nothing compared to the shock Robin had delivered. The student’s face changed, and he stammered, "I... I didn't see anything, nothing at all!"

With that, he bolted away as if possessed.

Seeing the danger, the others tried to flee as well, but some were slower and were quickly grabbed by the middle-aged man.

"Speak! Tell me what happened, or I swear I'll kill you!" the man growled menacingly.

Finally, under repeated threats, the students spoke, though they dared not be too detailed. They only managed to say that it was the work of a little girl.

Just a little girl?

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. How could that be possible?