Ma Rulong put away his Soul Tool. When he turned and walked down from the arena, his stride showed no obvious change, and his breathing remained steady. He did not look like someone who had just fought seven matches.
The Imperial Ao Academy team members were helped up by their teammates one after another at the edge of the arena. Some clutched their arms, while others lowered their heads in silence. Jiang Peng stood at the very back, staring for a long time in the direction Ma Rulong had gone down the steps without looking away.
The referee announced Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy's victory. After a brief pause, cheers rose from the plaza, spreading from some corner of the stands. They continued for a while before gradually fading.
Over in Shrek's spectator area, Wang Yan remained seated in his original place, gazing a few moments longer at the spot on the arena where Ma Rulong had just stood. His expression did not change.
Only then did he rise, turn around, and say, "Let's go." He took the lead and headed out through the passageway.
No one spoke on the way back to the hotel. Everyone seemed to be lost in thought.
The Star Emperor Hotel lobby was brightly lit. Wang Yan walked at the front, but his footsteps stopped at the entrance to the lobby.
It was not because he wanted to stop. Someone was blocking his way.
When he looked up at them, his brow furrowed. His tone was still fairly calm, but his voice was half a note lower than usual. "Please move aside."
Two men stood before him. If one spoke only of their appearances, they could be called ordinary—ordinary enough that they would be hard to remember in a crowd.
Yet their physical features