Douluo Continent Produces Simps in Abundance, Feng Xiaotian

On the other side of the Spirit Fighting Arena.

The six members of the Blazing Fire Team stood with their heads bowed, like flames wilted by a downpour.

Huo Wu swayed precariously, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

The backlash from the Ring Fusion drained her last bit of strength, making even lifting her arm incredibly difficult.

"I'll help you up."

Huo Wushuang stepped forward in a low voice.

"Need not."

Huo Wu refused in a hoarse voice, forcing herself to stand firm.

"I, Huo Wu, am not someone who needs to be carried off the stage."

She looked towards the Imperial Fighting Team —cheering, hugging, and deafening laughter filled the air.

"We lost."

She murmured those words.

I'm not reconciled.

I'm really not willing to accept this.

But ironically, he was convinced of it wholeheartedly.

Zhu Zhuqing's fierce and suffocating offensive.

Xiao Wu's supposedly Invincible Golden Body, granting absolute defense.

And then there's Lin Qingmo and Ye Lingling's astonishingly brilliant Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Everything was overwhelming them.

Despite risking their honor and giving it their all, they were still defeated head-on.

They were utterly defeated, without a single excuse to be found.

Huo Wushuang patted his younger sister's trembling shoulder helplessly, took a deep breath of hot air to comfort her, and said, "Sister, don't be sad."

"I'm not sad."

Huo Wu glared at him, annoyed.

"It's just that we're not as skilled as them."

"Then we'll admit it."

Huo Wushuang patted her shoulder, his voice rough yet revealing a sense of frankness.

"Losing a game isn't shameful; what's shameful is being unable to accept defeat. Come on, let's go meet them."

He flicked his sleeves and took the lead, walking towards the Imperial Fighting Team's formation.

Four teammates followed silently, their steps heavy yet resolute.

You may lose the game, but you must not lose your integrity.

Huo Wushuang approached Lin Qingmo, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed, performing a standard Soul Master salute.

"The Imperial Fighting Team is indeed formidable. In this battle, we, Blazing Fire, accept our defeat wholeheartedly."

His voice was hoarse, but he was frank and upright.

"Thank you for your concession."

Lin Qingmo raised his hand in return, his demeanor composed.

He looked at the woman who could barely stand, his tone sincere, without a trace of sarcasm.

"You are not weak. Huo Wu dared to risk her Martial Soul foundation to defend the team's honor. Such courage is rare among her peers."

Huo Wu raised her eyelids, breathing heavily.

She was too exhausted to speak, but her eyes clearly asked: Are you serious?

Lin Qingmo remained silent.

The next moment, he raised his hand and placed his palm firmly on Huo Wu's shoulder.

Huo Wu trembled and instinctively wanted to retreat.

But a surge of life energy, so immense it was breathtaking, poured in like a warm spring.

The severed meridians in his body were precisely reconnected, and the backlash injuries healed rapidly.

Huo Wushuang was taken aback at first, then overjoyed. "Such pure healing power! Brother Qingmo also has a healing Soul Skill? Thank you!!"

No need for thanks.

Lin Qingmo said calmly.

Huo Wu was stunned.

Is this person healing her wounds?

They were clearly rivals.

"I..."

Huo Wu parted her red lips slightly, but the word "thank you" just wouldn't come out; in the end, it only turned into a soft hum.

"Who asked you to help me?"

He said that, but his body didn't take another step back.

Seeing this, Huo Wushuang grinned and said, "My sister is stubborn, Brother Qingmo, please don't take offense."

"This girl has always been like this; she's incredibly grateful inside, but she always puts on a brave face."

"Elder brother!"

Huo Wu's cheeks flushed. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Did I say something wrong?

Huo Wushuang shrugged. "Don't I know your temper?"

Several members of the Blazing Fire team couldn't help but chuckle softly. The atmosphere was somewhat more relaxed than before.

Huo Wu simply turned her head away, ignoring her brother.

My emotions surged like a turbulent tide.

The resentment remains, the anger remains, and the humiliation of being defeated remains even more.

But he couldn't suppress his gratitude and admiration for Lin Qingmo in front of him.

How can such a young Soul Master be so mysterious? What exactly are his limits?

She couldn't see through it.

Just then, a hoarse shout came from the aisle of the audience.

"Huo Wu--!"

A figure rushed down the steps like a madman, heading straight for them.

Feng Xiaotian.

He rushed to Huo Wu's side, scanning her up and down, his anxious expression almost tangible.

"Huo Wu, are you alright?"

Huo Wushuang was taken aback when he saw the newcomer, and said in surprise, "Brother Feng, I didn't expect you to come to watch the match too?"

However, Huo Wushuang quickly understood Feng Xiaotian's motives for coming here.

There's probably no other possibility besides it being for his sister, Huo Wu.

Huo Wushuang shook his head secretly.

Feng Xiaotian has been pursuing Huo Wu for so long and has been rejected so many times, yet he remains unchanged.

That really shows great perseverance and willpower.

"Brother Wushuang, how is Huo Wu's injury?"

Feng Xiaotian asked urgently, his entire attention focused on Huo Wu.

"She's alright now; Brother Qingmo just healed her injuries."

Huo Wushuang told him the truth.

Feng Xiaotian then noticed that Lin Qingmo's hand was on Huo Wu's shoulder, and his expression immediately changed.

He frantically pulled out a bunch of medicine bottles from his Soul Tool, all sorts of colors, white, blue, and purple, and stuffed them all in front of Huo Wu.

"Huo Wu, I have all sorts of top-grade healing medicines here. Please take them and use them; don't be shy!"

Huo Wu frowned slightly and took a step back to avoid the medicine bottle he offered.

She had clearly rejected this person multiple times, making her words crystal clear.

Feng Xiaotian, however, remained oblivious and insisted on approaching again and again.

This overly enthusiastic concern only annoyed her to no end.

"Feng Xiaotian".

Her tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

I've said it many times, I don't like you.

"You don't need to waste your energy on me, much less fawn over me."

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice ringing with conviction. "The man I can admire must be someone who can defeat me head-on, someone whose strength far surpasses mine."

At this point, her gaze swept over Lin Qingmo subtly before returning to his own.

' Feng Xiaotian?'

Lin Qingmo's mind stirred, and his gaze toward Feng Xiaotian became strange.

This is Feng Xiaotian, one of the most famous simps and opportunists in the Douluo Continent.

Wow, I've really seen something like this in my lifetime.

However, to be fair, in the original story, Feng Xiaotian at least managed to woo Huo Wu.

Yan, a member of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, wasn't so lucky; he didn't even manage to win Hu Liena's heart.

Huo Wu stopped looking at Feng Xiaotian's suddenly pale face and went straight to Lin Qingmo.

His back was straight as a pine tree, and even though he was so weak that he seemed about to collapse at any moment, he showed no sign of weakness.

"I failed to force you to show your true abilities in this team Soul Fighting."

"In the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, I will make you give it your all—and then, I will defeat you with my own hands."

His tone was resolute and unwavering.

"I'm waiting for you."

Although he didn't think Huo Wu had any chance of catching up with him, Lin Qingmo gave a nonchalant reply without trying to discourage her.

Huo Wu's eyes flickered slightly.

After saying that, he turned and left, decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother Qingmo, farewell."

Huo Wushuang nodded slightly to Lin Qingmo and quickly caught up with him.

"You little rascal, slow down!"

"Brother Feng, everyone's already gone."

A member of the Blazing Fire team passed by Feng Xiaotian and whispered a reminder: "What are you still standing there for?"

"..."

Feng Xiaotian stood rooted to the spot, the medicine bottle still in the gesture of being handed over, hanging forlornly in mid-air.

The color drained completely from his face in that instant.

He gave Lin Qingmo, who stood with his hands behind his back, a long look.

"Lin Qingmo..."

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and gripped the medicine bottle tightly. "I'll remember you."

After leaving behind a harsh remark, he also ran wildly in the direction where Huo Wu had disappeared, his steps unsteady, like a spineless... simp.