The more she talked, the more aggrieved she became. Remembering Mo Fan's raging flames on the arena and how he had forcibly broken through her Ice Lotus at the end, her nose stung.
"That Mo Fan, and that Molten Beast of his—he's such a cheat! Its defense is so high, and its Fire Element amplification is so strong! It's like a turtle shell strapped to a firecracker! My Ice Element had clearly frozen him, but he still broke free."
"And why does he have so many magic systems? By the end, I was almost out of magic energy."
She kept rambling on. Rather than complaining about Mo Fan, she was venting her unwillingness to accept defeat and the frustration of having prepared so thoroughly, only to still fall one step short.
Fu Ye listened patiently without interrupting. He understood how Ai Tutu felt.
The girl seemed carefree and scatterbrained, but she was actually highly competitive. Especially after he had given her so many resources and she had trained desperately herself, she had placed great hopes on this selection.
Losing to Mo Fan, who was clearly from an unconventional background and had once been far weaker than her, had dealt her quite a blow.
"And another thing!"
Ai Tutu suddenly remembered something and became even more upset.
"Sister Jiaojiao beat Mo Fan, but is the gap between Jiaojiao and me really that huge? We clearly trained together."
By the end, her voice had dropped, tinged with a trace of self-doubt.
Only then did Fu Ye speak, his voice calm and clear.
"Tutu, calm down first."
He straightened up slightly and had Ai Tutu sit properly as well, looking at her little face, still puffed up with anger yet filled with confusion.
"First of all, losing to Mo Fan doesn't mean you're