Chapter 105: Did Jiang Miaomiao’s powers awaken?!

“Then let me send you off for the last time. I must win today’s match!” Yang Yao clenched her fists once more, determined to eliminate Jiang Miaomiao for good.

Jiang Miaomiao knew she couldn’t win this bout, but her heart was full of unwillingness. She could accept being eliminated for lack of skill, but to be schemed against by others—how could she bear such injustice?

A splitting pain began to sear her head.

She couldn’t wait for Yang Yao’s final blow.

Yang Yao saw that Jiang Miaomiao was in so much pain she couldn’t even stand. With a cold snort, Yang Yao gritted her teeth, her fist poised to strike Jiang Miaomiao’s jaw.

But just as her fist hovered a few centimeters from Jiang Miaomiao’s face, her arm was suddenly seized by a hand, gripped tightly. The hand was burning hot, like a scorching shackle, immobilizing Yang Yao.

Yang Yao looked up at the one restraining her, eyes widening in shock.

How could it be Jiang Miaomiao?

Just moments ago, she hadn’t even had the strength to stand!

Now, she looked perfectly unharmed, even stronger than before the drug had taken effect!

Yang Yao had never expected such a turn.

Jiang Miaomiao gave her no time to react. Drawing strength from some unknown source, she lifted Yang Yao with one hand and hurled her aside.

Guo Ting and Qin Mengchun were equally stunned.

This should have been impossible—why had Jiang Miaomiao suddenly recovered?

It couldn’t be the medicine!

Just before, Jiang Miaomiao had clearly been affected by it!

Guo Ting couldn’t understand why things had changed so suddenly. When they drugged Shen Mei days ago, it hadn’t turned out like this!

Qin Sheng was shocked too, but the stone of worry in her heart finally fell away. As long as Jiang Miaomiao wasn’t hurt, all was well.

But as for the drugging, Qin Sheng would not let that go so easily.

Drugging, was it? Hah—don’t forget who is the true master of poisons here!

Qin Sheng stood like a demon from the abyss, her aura fierce and forbidding.

Guo Ting glanced anxiously at Qin Sheng, only to meet her gaze—a gaze that seemed to foretell death. Guo Ting shuddered, sensing the chill of mortality.

Qin Sheng withdrew her glance, returning it to the stage.

Moments ago, Yang Yao had vented her rage on Jiang Miaomiao with fists and kicks. Now, it was Jiang Miaomiao’s turn to repay her in kind.

Jiang Miaomiao didn’t know why she had suddenly recovered, only that a strange power surged within her, eager to burst forth.

Her icy gaze fell upon Yang Yao, who had yet to recover from her shock.

It was as if she sensed the despair of impending death.

Yang Yao began to tremble uncontrollably. Gone was her former arrogance—her eyes now pleaded for mercy.

She begged Jiang Miaomiao to spare her.

But how could Jiang Miaomiao possibly forgive her?

The pain inflicted on Shen Mei and herself, she would return to Yang Yao tenfold!

She would make Yang Yao realize there was no luck falling from the sky—only the endless torment of suffering.

“Please, spare me…” Yang Yao sobbed, tears streaming down her face in terror, gazing at Jiang Miaomiao.

She hoped that by begging, Jiang Miaomiao would let her go.

Jiang Miaomiao snorted coldly, casting Yang Yao a disdainful glance. “Spare you?”

Yang Yao nodded desperately, as if searching for a reason Jiang Miaomiao might let her off. Her eyes flickered toward Qin Mengchun and Guo Ting, trembling as she stammered, “It was them! They did it! The drugs—it wasn’t me!”

Jiang Miaomiao’s brows furrowed slightly as she followed Yang Yao’s gesture, instantly understanding.

“Can you let me go? I didn’t mean to harm you or Shen Mei! I… I was forced!” Yang Yao’s voice was hoarse, her heart full of bitterness. She had been so close to victory.

How had Jiang Miaomiao suddenly recovered?

Now, Yang Yao was utterly at Jiang Miaomiao’s mercy. Even if she had to throw everything away, she would save herself. Guo Ting and Qin Mengchun could never contend with Qin Sheng.

She had been used as a pawn.

Yang Yao looked at Jiang Miaomiao again, as if weighing her chances of survival.

Jiang Miaomiao’s lips curled in a faint smile, her tone indifferent. “Let you go? You must be dreaming.”

Yang Yao collapsed onto the ground as if struck by lightning, suddenly glaring at Jiang Miaomiao and laughing bitterly, “So what if you beat me? I’m already a member of the Guard Squad! Shen Mei doesn’t even qualify—how ridiculous…”

Before she could finish, Jiang Miaomiao’s hand clamped around her throat, cutting off her breath.

“You really think you can enter the Guard Squad unscathed? Dream on! Don’t forget, we signed a life-or-death pact!”

Jiang Miaomiao’s words sent terror coursing through Yang Yao. She had forgotten—the ring match required a life-or-death agreement.

Jiang Miaomiao could kill her outright, and the safe zone wouldn’t pursue it. Once the pact was signed, it was binding in the arena.

“No…” Yang Yao managed to croak, “Please…”

She didn’t want to die here in the ring.

Just as Yang Yao was about to suffocate, Jiang Miaomiao let go.

Yang Yao fell back, gasping for air, taking a long time to recover.

Jiang Miaomiao had actually spared her?

Yang Yao couldn’t believe it—the sensation of choking lingered vividly.

Jiang Miaomiao leaned in close, her unnaturally warm hand brushing Yang Yao’s cold, frightened cheek, sending a shudder through her.

Though she had been spared, Yang Yao felt an even deeper fear and anxiety.

What did Jiang Miaomiao intend?

Yang Yao tried to feign composure as she looked at her.

Jiang Miaomiao drew near her ear and whispered, so only the two could hear, “I’ll avenge myself in the ring, but I won’t let you die. How about handing you over to Shen Mei?”

Yang Yao was even more terrified at this proposal. If she was given to Shen Mei, she would surely die.

She had ruined Shen Mei’s bright future. Yang Yao panicked, but Jiang Miaomiao gave her no time for pleas.

She hauled Yang Yao up again, and just as Yang Yao had done to her before, pummeled her mercilessly, stopping only when Yang Yao spat blood.

“My vengeance is done. Good luck,” Jiang Miaomiao said with a soft laugh, then kicked Yang Yao off the stage.

She had won the match.

The countless twists and turns left the audience stunned. At last, Jiang Miaomiao triumphed against all odds. After a few seconds of shock, thunderous applause erupted.

Jiang Miaomiao took a deep breath, closed her eyes to calm herself, and finally relaxed.

She headed toward Qin Sheng in the crowd, tears—hot, not cold—slipping down her still-warm cheeks.

At last, she had won.

Jiang Miaomiao walked up to Qin Sheng, smiled, and embraced her, whispering softly in her ear, “I made you worry.”

Qin Sheng let Jiang Miaomiao hold her close. Right now, what Jiang Miaomiao needed most was comfort and companionship.

After a long while, Jiang Miaomiao released her.

“Let me check,” Qin Sheng said, taking Jiang Miaomiao’s wrist to feel her pulse and assess her condition.

She took her pulse for a long time. Jiang Miaomiao, seeing Qin Sheng’s brows furrowed, asked anxiously, “How am I, Sheng?”

Qin Sheng released her hand, seeming a bit incredulous. “You’re fine.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Jiang Miaomiao reassured herself, surprised that despite bleeding so much on stage, she was unharmed.

Qin Sheng pondered a moment, then lifted Jiang Miaomiao’s arm again. There were no wounds—no bruises at all.

This was odd. She had clearly seen Yang Yao brutally kick her arm, but now there wasn’t a mark.

Could it be…?

Qin Sheng pursed her lips and quietly asked, “Did you feel very uncomfortable just now? Was your temperature fluctuating—feverish one moment, chilly the next?”

“Or did you sense a powerful force within you, not your own, yet you wanted to grasp it…?”

She was describing the signs of awakening an ability.

Jiang Miaomiao recalled the sensation and nodded firmly.

At first, she had felt dizzy, like a low fever, then her body heated up, temperature rising rapidly. At the last moment, she had tried to channel that force.

Miraculously, the discomfort vanished.

She felt even stronger than before.

“You’ve awakened an ability,” Qin Sheng confirmed, whispering to Jiang Miaomiao.

As for why it wasn’t as obvious as Chu Xingyu’s, it was probably due to the spirit-suppressing ring Jiang Miaomiao wore.

Qin Sheng had given it to her just yesterday, and today Jiang Miaomiao awakened her ability—a coincidence, but Qin Sheng was deeply grateful. Without it, Jiang Miaomiao would have suffered much more.

From what Qin Sheng could tell, Jiang Miaomiao’s ability was healing—capable of restoring herself and others.

That meant Ah Zhi and Shen Mei would suffer less, too.

But they couldn’t reveal this openly. Lin Xing was a perfect example—if more people knew they had awakened abilities, it would bring trouble, even mortal danger.

“The chain on your hand is the spirit-suppressing ring transformed. It will help you hide your ability. Remember, don’t take it off,” Qin Sheng whispered.

Jiang Miaomiao raised her hand to look at the bracelet—the emerald gemstone seemed to glow even brighter.

“All right, I understand.”

“Lin Xing should be out soon…” Qin Sheng murmured, and Jiang Miaomiao was even more astonished than when she learned of her ability.

“Sheng, you mean you know where Lin Xing is?”

Yes—their team would soon be reunited.