The Pride That Crumbled in Retreat

The clamor in No. 8 Assessment Area had completely settled.

The moment the outcome was announced, Xue Lingyun turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing through the exit.

Cheers from the other arenas drifted faintly through the Soul Power partitions, making the silence of this arena feel even more profound.

The Assessment Teacher lowered his head and finished writing the result on the Record Board before retreating to the edge of the arena, leaving the space entirely to the three students inside.

Nanmen Yun'er propped herself up with her arms and sat up from the ground.

Her back and shoulders still ached faintly from when Wu Feng had sent her flying.

Her face was pale. She bit her lower lip without making a sound, every muscle in her body weak and sore from the impact.

Of the three, she was physically in the most miserable state. Her bruises were the most obvious, and as she sat there, she had not yet gathered enough strength even to stand.

Ning Tian remained standing where she was, her face still pale.

Her gaze lingered at the exit for only a brief moment. Shock and unwillingness filled her eyes, but she quickly withdrew them.

She was the core of the team. Though she had not been physically injured, this crushing defeat, in which they had possessed no ability to fight back, had still dealt her an immense blow.

She said nothing, merely standing silently with every bit of her aura drawn taut.

Three people, three different postures, standing there in silence.

Only a few dozen seconds had passed between Xue Lingyun turning to leave and Mu Jin appearing at the entrance.

Yet to Wu Feng, those few dozen seconds felt as long as a nightmare she could not wake from.

She stood motionless with