"Damn! That's so brutal!"
"Whoa! Where that ball hit... just watching it hurts!"
"Good grief, this little first-year is truly ferocious. He didn't even spare such a gorgeous senior! Though I gotta admit, I like where he hit—full of bounce, heh heh..."
"Isn't this a bit too violent? It's only been five minutes! In just five minutes, Slytherin has only two players left, and one of them is the Seeker. If even the Seeker gets..."
"Thud~"
"Well, the Seeker has 'sacrificed' as well. Slytherin's last hope is gone; there's no way they can win this match now."
"Win? You were actually still caring about the score of this match until just now? The nature of this match changed the moment Ye Feng started chasing down the Slytherin players."
"That's right, winning or losing hasn't mattered for a while. Everyone's just watching to see if the Slytherin players can dodge Ye Feng's 'assassination' and successfully make it off the pitch, and if not, how long they can hold out."
"Judging by the current situation, though, the last guy isn't going to last much longer either."
While the spectators were buzzing with discussion, an excited Ye Feng stood atop his broomstick, steadily closing in on the remaining Slytherin player ahead. The biggest reason this player had survived this long without being knocked down was that he was smart enough to constantly fly away from the Bludgers.
Still, who said Ye Feng couldn't take action just because there was no Quaffle?
Chapter 38