A Despairingly Vast Gap, Imperial Fighting Team Crushed

"The victor of this Soul Fighting Sapphire Star!"

The entire Great Soul Arena was so quiet it was as if no one was there.

The next second, boom—it exploded!

The audience was absolutely ecstatic; the cheers were deafening, almost lifting the roof off.

"Sapphire Star! Sapphire Star! Sapphire Star!"

"Holy crap, that's insane! One person took down the entire Imperial Fighting Team?"

"A fourth-level ring for ten thousand years, bro! That's the best in the entire Soul Master World!"

The audience in the stands went crazy; some were waving their fists, some were jumping up, and some were throwing whatever they were holding into the air.

From this day forward, the name Sapphire Star will be etched into the history of the Soto Great Soul Arena.

In the VIP room,

Qian Renxue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes fixed on the figure walking off the stage, her chest heaving slightly.

She was truly stunned.

To be honest, she has seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, geniuses.

But today's...

One minute.

A Soul Ancestor of level 40-something, taking on an entire team of perfectly coordinated Soul Elder in a one-on-one battle.

Clean and efficient, not a single one was left.

Even if you replaced him with Spirit King, he might not be able to do that.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

He then turned to Snake Lance Douluo, "Snake Lance, go investigate this Sapphire Star."

"I want everything—everything from childhood to adulthood, everyone I've met, everything I've experienced, no detail whatsoever."

Snake Lance Douluo bowed his head and responded, then hesitated for a moment before raising his head and saying, "Young Master, this person is too strange. His strength far surpasses that of others of the same level. He must have some secrets."

"How about... I bring him back and interrogate him properly?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, a hint of something indescribable flashing in her eyes.

The image of that mysterious Chat Group and its members resurfaced in her mind—each one of them spoke and acted strangely, and even she couldn't fathom their true nature.

"Don't touch him."

Her tone was calm, yet it conveyed an unyielding attitude.

"What I want is his background, not to alert him."

Snake Lance Douluo's expression hardened, and he bowed, saying, "Yes, Young Master."

Qian Renxue turned around again, her gaze piercing through the glass to the entrance of the passage where Lin Qingmo had disappeared.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of amusement.

A-Qing, A-Qing, I really want to see just how many secrets you're still hiding.

The door to the lounge was flung open with a loud bang.

Yu Tianheng was the first to walk in.

His team uniform was still covered in dust from the ring, and several parts were scorched by lightning.

His chin, which he usually held high, was now tightly lowered.

Her knuckles were white from clenching her fists so tightly that she felt unsteady on her feet, as if her soul had been ripped away from her body.

He walked to the corner in a daze, plopped down on a chair, and remained motionless.

The rest of the Imperial Fighting Team following behind him weren't in much better shape.

The two brothers, Shi Mo Shi Mo, leaned against the wall, heads bowed, saying nothing.

The two people who are usually the most resilient when it comes to injuries are now breathing very softly.

Osler sat at the table, wiping the dagger in his hand with a velvet cloth over and over again.

But his eyes were empty and unfocused.

Ye Lingling sat in the far corner, her slender fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.

The only sounds in the lounge besides breathing were the cheers from outside, which were so loud they made the windows rattle even through the doors.

"Sapphire Star! Sapphire Star!..."

One sound after another drilled into everyone's ears.

"Hateful!"

The veins on Yu Tianheng's forehead were bulging.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist heavily against the wall next to him.

After the muffled thud, he buried his head again.

Embarrassing.

That's so embarrassing.

They are the seven elite academies carefully cultivated by the Heaven Dou Academy.

He was actually pinned to the ground and beaten by a masked guy all by himself from head to toe.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Just as the room was filled with a deathly stillness, the door was pushed open again.

Mentor Qin Ming walked in.

His face was expressionless, only a hint of lingering surprise remained in his eyes.

Just ten minutes ago, he watched from the stands as that Soul Ancestor named Sapphire Star defeated his Imperial Fighting Team, which he had led for so long, in less than a minute.

I almost crushed the teacup in my hand.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't shocked; in fact, I couldn't hide my joy.

After all, he came from Shrek.

How could he not be excited that his own Academy had produced such a once-in-a-millennium genius?

But he couldn't show even a hint of his excitement.

Because he is now the coach leading the Imperial Fighting Team.

Looking at the group of dejected students in front of him, Qin Ming's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap flies.

He strode to the center of the room, slammed his hand on the table, and his voice suddenly rose. "All of you, raise your heads!"

"Look at the state you're in now, what kind of nonsense is this?"

Everyone in the room shifted slightly, but very few actually looked up.

"The sky is falling just because you lost one game?"

Qin Ming's voice grew even deeper.

"What were they like before they went on stage? Their tails were practically wagging in the air."

"You think you're the elite of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and that no one of your level on the entire continent can beat you?"

"Arrogant and complacent, looking down on everyone!"

"Now that you've stumbled, are you all just sitting here wallowing in self-pity like wilted eggplants?"

"This is the behavior of the weak!"

His words struck like a whip, finally stirring the atmosphere in the room.

But it only moved slightly.

Yu Tianheng finally raised his head.

Those eyes were bloodshot.

"Teacher Qin, this isn't a matter of pride."

His voice was hoarse, like it had been sanded.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"He beat me to the ground with my greatest strength, lightning, the power I'm most proud of."

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is a joke in front of him."

"The Captain is right."

Osler stopped wiping his dagger and gave a wry smile.

"Teacher Qin, seven of us ganged up on one, and we barely even touched the hem of his clothes before we were all down."

"This isn't about being arrogant or not; it's about the vast difference in strength between us and them."

"The bigger the gap, the more we should cheer up!"

Qin Ming frowned and reprimanded him.

"Find where the gap is, then go back and train like crazy!"

"Instead of feeling dejected and like you can't do it."

But as soon as he said that, the room fell silent again.

No one answered.

They all knew that the gap couldn't be bridged simply by "training like crazy".

Especially Yu Tianheng.

His proudest achievement in this life is his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, and his greatest confidence lies in lightning and strength.

But today, someone has crushed him in his most prized field.

That feeling of shame and helplessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

It's not something that can be gotten rid of with just a few scoldings.