Before long, Zhu Tong and Pseudo-Seiya returned to the city where they had previously been ambushed, but they did not enter it. Instead, they met up with Zhuge Lian, who had been wandering around the outskirts. Soon afterward, Pseudo-Gaara, Pseudo-Sasuke, Naruto, and the others returned one after another. Eight people gathered together. Aside from Zhuge Lian, none of them looked very pleased. Pseudo-Gaara and Pseudo-Sasuke in particular had every reason to look grim—one was a third-year student who had nearly been killed by the second-year Tan Shengge, while the other had seen the pride he took in his Sharingan brutally trampled by a "trash eye." It would have been strange if either of them had looked happy.
Zhuge Lian wisely kept silent. He was not afraid of these pseudo-anime characters, but neither was he foolish enough to provoke them on his own initiative. Still, he thought to himself, They wouldn't listen to my advice. They deserved to die. They acted as if they were the only capable ones and everyone else was trash. They had clearly split up; if we had focused our pursuit on just two or three of them, we could at least have kept our numbers above theirs. And now? Two more are dead.
After the battle at dawn, Yin Kuang's team still had ten people, while Zhu Tong's team was down to eight! It could be said that not only had they achieved nothing in this battle, they had even put themselves in a more dangerous position.
The eight either stood, sat, squatted, or leaned against trees, and the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy and gloomy. They had briefly summarized the battle situation earlier, but no one spoke after that. After this dead silence had lasted for quite some time, Zhu Tong finally said, "That's enough. What's