Tang San heard this and instinctively stood up, his eager gaze fixed downward.
His eyes locked tightly onto that increasingly graceful and captivating figure as he watched Xiao Wu enter the arena calmly, a radiant smile on her face.
That heart which had been sealed away for so long began pounding violently beyond his control once more.
In his mind, that sweet, soft call of "Third Brother, Third Brother" seemed to echo again, as clear as though it had been yesterday.
He could not even remember how long it had been since Xiao Wu had called him that.
Had he been the one to lose her with his own hands?
"Xiaogang, based on what you know, how does Supreme Academy's strength compare to our team?" Flender turned and asked, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
Yu Xiaogang was equally uneasy. He slowly shook his head. "Let's wait until we've seen their match before discussing it."
In truth, he had no confidence at all. He had already witnessed Ye Feiyang's monstrous strength before, and the disciples trained by him could not possibly be ordinary.
This was only the qualifiers, with plenty of matches ahead. They had all the time they needed to observe carefully, so there was no need to rush to a conclusion.
Ma Hongjun caught sight of several figures in the arena and lightly nudged Dai Mubai with his elbow. He teased, "Yo, Boss Dai, look! That disobedient fiancée of yours—tsk, tsk—she's getting prettier and prettier..."
Dai Mubai's expression instantly darkened. He said coldly, "Fatty, I'm warning you. No matter how pretty she is, she has nothing to do with you. You'd better not get any ideas about her."
"Haha, how would I dare entertain improper thoughts about my brother's woman?" Ma Hongjun waved a hand, then changed