Team Thirty-Four—Dai Mubai finally couldn't hold back. Still hoping for something, he invited Qingzhu Zhu. "Zhuqing, how about we form a team? We have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, after all!"
"Boss Dai, then who are you sending over?" Before Qingzhu Zhu could answer, Ma Hongjun spoke up.
"You."
Huyan Li, Tuoba Wang, Xiang Ba, and Feng Feng said nothing. Dai Mubai did not want to offend these four people from the Lower Four Sects, so he could only "sacrifice" the skinny guy.
"No way!" Ma Hongjun cried.
"Anyway, regular members and substitutes will receive the same treatment during breaks in the future. You can accept Zhou Qing and the others' guidance, but I'm different. It would be best if I could resolve the grievances between Zhu Zhuqing and me." Dai Mubai hoped Ma Hongjun would help him out.
"Things may not develop as you imagine," Huyan Li said meaningfully.
"What do you mean?"
Dai Mubai was confused.
"They never intended to reorganize their team." Huyan Li looked toward Team Thirty-Three. They showed no signs of discussion at all, merely watching them quietly as they waited for the final contest of the seventh round to begin.
"He's right. We have no plans to form new teams."
Qingzhu Zhu gestured for Dai Mubai to stop wasting his effort. "Our team reached the seventh round through working together. How could we abandon companions who fought alongside us into the finals just to choose stronger teammates?
Choosing to abandon teammates who worked hard beside you in order to maximize your own gains—
Dai Mubai, you still have a long way to go!"
Hearing that, Dai Mubai froze for a moment before realizing this was actually a test?
"Ah..."
Flender sighed. "That kid Mubai has completely lost his head. Such an obvious test hardly