Yu Tianheng heard the mockery in those words and gave a bitter smile. "It was all a misunderstanding, Yanzi. You were too impulsive."
Dugu Yan replied unhappily, "Tian Heng, that brat meant no good. If I hadn't stepped in to stop him, you would already have been seriously injured."
Wu Qi's attack had indeed been sharp, but Yu Tianheng was confident that with the defensive power of his third soul skill, he would suffer no more than superficial wounds.
Wu Qi could not be bothered to respond. Without saying a word, he turned and left.
Watching the two walk away, Yu Tianheng sighed. "Sigh, I was still too impulsive."
It was foreseeable that from this day onward, people in the academy would certainly disparage the Royal Fight First Team.
After all, their conduct had been truly disgraceful.
"Brother Wu, if Senior Sword Douluo hadn't interrupted the match, it felt like you could have taken on their entire team by yourself." Qiangu Changkong said with a grin.
Justice lived in the hearts of the people.
More than half the academy's students had come to watch the match. Everyone had seen the Royal Fight First Team bully others by throwing its weight around!
With lackey Wu Qin fanning the flames, the Royal Fight First Team's reputation was bound to stink.
"They are nothing more than sanctimonious rats," Wu Qi remarked indifferently.
Dugu Yan's behavior was pure love-brained foolishness, comparable to Tang San's reaction when Xiao Wu was injured.
Yu Tianheng had voluntarily challenged Wu Qi, so he must have been prepared to get hurt beforehand.
Yet when he was injured during the match, Dugu Yan was the one who could not accept it.
Being love-brained truly harmed both oneself and others!
The two returned to their dormitory for a brief rest.