I Prefer Grinding People into the Ground to Arguing with Them

Fortunately, the dizziness lasted only an instant. Ning Tian quickly regained consciousness, and when she opened her eyes, Jiang Yuheng was already standing beside her.

"Are you going down on your own, or shall I give you a ride?" Jiang Yuheng asked coldly.

The ground beneath their feet had already been covered with a thin layer of Ice Silk, and the chilling Cold Air shot straight up Ning Tian's spine.

Clearly, continuing the Battle would have been an extremely foolish idea. After all, there were five team matches in total, and losing one would not affect the overall result.

"We concede." Ning Tian did not hesitate in the slightest.

The match ended so quickly that the proctoring teacher beside them was still somewhat stunned. Only after Jiang Yuheng reminded him did he announce their victory.

Wu Feng still looked thoroughly unconvinced, but without Ning Tian's support and Nanmen Yun'er's speed, defeating Jiang Yuheng's team by herself was nothing more than a fool's dream.

Up in the spectator stands, Mu Jin had long since gone completely rigid. She could not believe her eyes, much less the reality before her. Two Soul Grandmasters and one Soul Elder, including a Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul renowned as the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world.

Such a nearly perfect team had actually lost to two Soul Grandmasters and a Spirit Master with only a ten-year soul ring.

Forget about her not believing it—anyone who heard that comparison of strength likely would not believe it either.

But the facts were there. No matter how unwilling she was to believe it, Ning Tian's group of three had lost.

Fan Yu's eyes held unconcealed approval as he said to Zhou Yi, "This kid gave us a huge surprise. You really found yourself a treasure."

Zhou Yi's eyes held only gratification. "Let's go." As she spoke, she took the lead toward the stairs leading down from the platform.

As she passed Mu Jin, she cast her a cold glance but said nothing.

Fan Yu did the same. Without even looking at her, he walked down the stairs with Zhou Yi.

"Tch, I thought a Soul Elder team would be so impressive. Turns out you're nothing special." Wang Dong noticed the fury in Wu Feng's eyes and shouted without hesitation.

Wu Feng was furious. She rolled up her sleeves and was just about to charge over and pick a fight with Wang Dong.

Then those Deep Blue eyes that filled her with dread appeared again. The extreme Cold Air instantly calmed her down, and she no longer dared to make a move.

"Alright, we still have another match to fight later. Once we win another one, it won't be too late for you to gloat." Jiang Yuheng said with a smile, patting Wang Dong on the shoulder.

"Who does she think she is, daring to touch anyone she wants!"

"You're my Roommate. If anyone's going to hit you, it can only be me. If anyone's going to say something about you, it can only be me. No one else has the right!"

Hearing such domineering words, Jiang Yuheng remained Unruffled Calm on the surface. Inside, though, he was like a little fox that had just received a reward, wagging his tail nonstop in excitement.

Wonderful, wonderful!

Wang Dong said I'm hers—hers!

"Good heavens, I got fed dog food the moment I came over. I'm increasingly convinced you two are into gay stuff." Xiao Xiao had somehow walked over. She pointed at Jiang Yuheng, then at Wang Dong, her face wearing a knowing smile.

Hearing those words, Jiang Yuheng fell unusually silent. As a modern person, no one understood what "gay stuff" meant better than he did.

Wang Dong was relatively innocent and asked with a puzzled expression, "Gay stuff? What does that mean?"

Xiao Xiao took one hand each from Jiang Yuheng and Wang Dong, then placed their hands together. With a mischievous grin, she said, "You don't even know such a popular term? It means love between two men~"

Wang Dong immediately flushed. "Xiao Xiao, you're dead today!"

Amid a string of silvery laughter, Xiao Xiao's figure swiftly vanished. Before leaving, she did not forget to play the Nine Phoenix Auspicious Phoenix Flute, using it to slow Wang Dong down.

In stark contrast to their joyous smiles, Ning Tian sat in the audience on the other side, staring at Jiang Yuheng with tightly furrowed brows.

She did not understand, nor could she imagine it. Jiang Yuheng's team was clearly weaker overall than hers, yet they had won the match with ease and even suppressed her team in every aspect.

Just how had they done it?

As she pondered this, Mu Jin slowly came to sit beside her.

"Teacher Mu, we lost. We disgraced the class," Ning Tian said with a guilty expression.

Mu Jin smiled and shook her head, replying gently, "It's alright. Losing a match is no big deal. It's only one match; it won't affect the overall results."

Mu Jin's words warmed Ning Tian's heart. "Teacher Mu, could you tell from the spectator stands where exactly we lost?"

Mu Jin was clearly taken aback. "Even you don't know?"

Ning Tian shook her head and recounted the course of the match, as well as everything she had encountered, to Mu Jin in detail.

At the time, she had been focused on supporting her teammates when a wave of dizziness struck her mind. Immediately afterward, Jiang Yuheng had appeared right in front of her.

Mu Jin fell into thought and did not answer Ning Tian right away.

Wu Feng, at the side, had long been unable to suppress the anger in her heart. "What else could it be? Those three must have cheated! Otherwise, how could we possibly have lost with our strength?"

"Teacher Mu Jin, I hope you'll report this to the Supervisory Committee and have this match thoroughly investigated!"

Mu Jin shot her a cold look. "Do you think the teachers beside the arena are blind? The fact that they received no punishment means they did not break any rules. No matter how dissatisfied you are, you must accept reality."

Wu Feng lowered her head and said nothing, but her fists were clenched tight. Her eyes held not only rage, but also a deep hatred.

Mu Jin asked Ning Tian, "Think carefully again. Was there anything else unusual?"

At her words, Nanmen Yun'er suddenly remembered. "Right! When I was fighting Jiang Yuheng, I saw a pair of Deep Blue eyes in my mind. Then my Martial Soul started going out of control."

"Mine too. The suppression from those eyes was incredibly strong. My Fire Dragon had no ability to resist at all before them."

Mu Jin frowned slightly. Among the Martial Souls she knew of, one capable of suppressing Wu Feng in terms of attributes had to possess the Ice Attribute. Yet among Ice Attribute Martial Souls, there were none with Deep Blue eyes...

Just what was that little fellow...?

"Alright, a loss is a loss, but you must learn from the experience. You have already passed the Freshman Assessment. Competition with them will surely arise again in the future. For now, the most important thing is to rest properly and prepare for the next match."

"Thank you, Teacher Mu."

After Mu Jin left, Wu Feng finally showed her true colors and said viciously, "Young Mistress, we can't let those people off so easily. Otherwise, where would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's dignity go!"

Ning Tian was comparatively calm, though a trace of unwillingness still flashed through her eyes. "Sister Feng, don't let anger cloud your judgment. This is Shrek Academy. Besides, we lost because of our own abilities. If we want to wash away this humiliation, we must rely on our own efforts."

"Mm." Wu Feng nodded obediently.

"During today's matches, we must observe them carefully. Perhaps we can spot some clues. I can feel that they defeated us not through luck, but through strength—especially that Jiang Yuheng."

"Perhaps he will be our greatest competitor during our time studying in the Outer Court."