"What's so hard about that?" Ma Xiaotao chimed in with a straightforward suggestion. "If all else fails, just have the main team and the reserve team fight it out. The strong keep their spots, and the weak become substitutes. Simple and efficient."
After speaking, she grinned at the two elders. "Grandmaster, Teacher, I'm right, aren't I?"
"You little rascal." Mu En and Yan Shaozhe shook their heads with helpless smiles.
After breaking through to Soul Saint and completely escaping the torment of her Evil Fire, Ma Xiaotao had shed her violent temper and grown even more free-spirited and bold. The mischievous, battle-hungry streak in her bones had been fully unleashed. Now she challenged the Titled Douluo at the academy every day—and the worst part was, she could beat most of them.
After all, even if she lost, she still had a two-hundred-thousand-year-old Infernal Delicate Apricot.
These days, A'Jiao spent all her time with Youyou. That had brought Ma Xiaotao and Tang Ya closer, too. The girls even gathered to chat about all sorts of other things, leaving A'Jiao—the only one who had never joined in—looking utterly bewildered. She was rather innocent, after all, and didn't really understand that sort of thing.
Below the training grounds, the intense sparring match soon came to an end.
Soaked in a thin sheen of sweat, Xiao Xiao sprawled on the ground, arms and legs akimbo. She gasped for breath and muttered under her breath, "Honestly, I just don't get the point of these sparring matches. Whichever side Wu Feng is on is guaranteed to win."
Jiang Nannan and Ning Tian exchanged helpless looks. They had both expected as much.
As harsh as it was, that was the truth. Even though Tang Ya had spent the entire match acting as little more than a peripheral