The referee stepped onto the arena, glanced at both sides' condition, and announced loudly.
"Semifinals, Blue Tyrant Academy Team wins! In one week, they will advance to the finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament!"
Thunderous cheers instantly erupted throughout the venue.
Though the Blue Tyrant Academy members were utterly exhausted, excited smiles appeared on all their faces.
They had won! They had defeated the Imperial Fighting Team and advanced to the finals!
Tang San looked at the Imperial Fighting Team members sprawled on the ground, his expression especially complicated when his gaze fell upon Zhu Zhuqing.
He knew how hard-won this victory had been.
If they had not been forced into using the seven-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they would likely have lost.
Zhu Zhuqing lay on the ground, looking at Ye Xuan in the VIP stands, her eyes filled with unwillingness and disappointment.
She had given it everything she had, yet she had still lost.
She had failed to prove her worth to him.
Ye Xuan looked at the utterly exhausted Tang San on the arena, a cold smile curling across his lips.
Tang San had already exhausted all his trump cards. In the coming finals, against their Martial Soul Hall Academy Team, let's see how you can still win.
Hu Liena nestled against his chest and whispered, "Junior Brother, Tang San is getting stronger and stronger. Should we make a move ahead of time?"
"No." Ye Xuan shook his head.
"Let him be smug for a few more days. At the finals, I'll make him lose so thoroughly that he experiences what it feels like to fall from the clouds into the mud."
His gaze swept over Meng Yiran's absent-minded figure on the arena.
The girl was looking at Tang San. There was no joy in