"Re-reporting to Young Lord, the Great Qian Prodigy List is the result of the Genius Ranking Tournament held by Taiwu Academy not long ago," the messenger said nervously.
He truly was nervous, because this Great Qian Prodigy List had dealt Zhao Yingpeng a vicious slap across the face, and Zhao Yingpeng was famously obsessed with saving face.
He feared Zhao Yingpeng would fly into a rage from humiliation, vent it on him, and reduce him to a pulp with one palm.
The messenger secretly glanced at Zhao Yingpeng's expression and carefully said, "Because of the tournament rules, there were many coincidences in the rankings. It was not a one-on-one contest. In the early stages, teams of five competed against each other. Young Lady Jinglian was unfortunately defeated because her teammates held her back. It was not because Jinglian's team lacked strength."
At this moment, Su Yingluo interjected, "If she was assigned poor teammates, then Jinglian truly cannot be blamed."
Zhao Yingpeng's expression improved slightly, but he neither confirmed nor denied it.
The messenger continued, "True Fate Young Master had already won the team battle, but in the three-person melee, the other two believed True Fate Young Master was too strong, so they joined forces and defeated him first."
Zhao Yingpeng's expression improved a little more. Defeated two against one—it barely seemed excusable.
"Who joined forces to defeat Zhenming?" he asked.
The messenger hesitated, not daring to answer.
"Speak!" Zhao Yingpeng barked.
The messenger could only force himself to say, "Jiang Ping'an and Yuan Ruolan."
"Jiang Ping'an?" Zhao Yingpeng immediately recalled that Jiang Ping'an was ranked first on the Great Qian Prodigy List. His expression instantly improved, and he even revealed a tolerant smile. "So Zhenming lost to the first-ranked prodigy joining hands with another student. It was not a defeat