Everyone had their eyes on Donglin, the dark horse. Though they could not take first or second place, third place was still a dazzling achievement.
And Donglin Martial University had practically been handed an underdog comeback script.
Donglin had gotten off to a disastrous start, running straight into Magic Martial University and being knocked into the losers' bracket. They had fought hard to win their way through the losers' bracket and enter the semifinals.
The old principal had stepped up, expending indestructible matter to heal his injuries, then successfully defeated North Frontier in the semifinals to make it into the contest for the top three.
This was simply too inspiring, wasn't it? They had set an example for all the ordinary martial universities!
But everyone knew this was Donglin's best possible result. Having witnessed Wang Jinyang's strength, they knew that hoping to benefit from two clams fighting was completely impossible. Even an injured Rank Six was far beyond their ability to defeat.
Thus, Donglin's results were set at third place, unable to advance any further. On the second floor, the Grandmasters from Donglin Martial University were beaming. They were one of the most ordinary among the hundred martial universities, yet this time they had managed to claim third place. Relying on luck to suppress Capital Martial University and First Military Academy beneath them would greatly boost their reputation.
Next year, they would be able to recruit higher-quality students. With government funding added on top, they could truly take off. Though they could not directly rival the top two, they could approach the strength of the Eight-School Alliance. They had risen at last, and the old principal's expenditure of indestructible matter had not been in vain.
From November 14 to 16, over three days, the rankings of the middle three teams