As the referee's declaration fell, the arena was instantly set ablaze with fervor. Countless bouquets rained down from the stands toward the stage, nearly burying the girls beneath them—most had been prepared in advance by male spectators. Throwing the flowers was merely a formality; the real focus was the cards hidden inside, filled with love poems and confessions of every kind. Ning Rongrong and the others were simply too dazzling. Their exceptional strength, stunning looks, and unique charm had long made them the objects of countless dreams.
Ye Feiyang was sincerely happy for his disciples. These children had truly grown up now, capable of standing on their own. Their crushing victory had delivered an absolutely spectacular match to everyone. The champion of this tournament was already beyond doubt. He rose to his feet, quietly vanished from the stands, and headed for Supreme Academy's lounge.
In stark contrast to the blazing atmosphere outside, Heaven Dou Team's lounge was cold and suffocatingly oppressive. Healing Soul Masters were busy treating the injured team members. As the Heaven Dou Empire's highly anticipated seeded team, they had not only failed to reach the top four, but had lost so miserably that no one could accept it.
Tang San stood there in a daze, his nails having dug bloody marks into his palms. Even now, he refused to believe that he had lost so completely. He had appeared to last the longest on the stage, but thinking back on it now, perhaps Xiao Wu had deliberately sought to shatter his confidence. Recalling Xiao Wu and the others' endless strange methods and astonishing soul ring configurations, he began to doubt Yu Xiaogang's teaching philosophy—the theories had never worked on him, while no one on the Supreme Squad followed the so-called "limit" theory.
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened as