Wang Dong Got MVP, Am I Just a Cheating Dog?

The next morning, the Soul Fighting Zone.

The Freshman Assessment had officially arrived, and the Soul Fighting Zone was far livelier than usual.

Around each of the partitioned assessment platforms stood groups of freshmen waiting for their turn.

The excited or nervous chatter of the youths heightened the atmosphere of the Soul Fighting Zone.

Wang Dong stood at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, her face devoid of expression.

She had originally been somewhat interested in the Freshman Assessment, but the moment she thought of the team she had been assigned to, her interest was cut in half.

"The first match, our opponents are three one-ring Soul Masters."

Huo Yuhao stood before her and Xiao Xiao, his voice kept very low.

His expression had returned to calm, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

"Once we get on stage, I will use Spirit Detection Sharing to link your vision and judgment. Xiao Xiao, you are responsible for crowd control; Wang Dong, you take the lead in attacking."

Huo Yuhao's words were fast and steady, and his arrangements were flawless.

Yet, listening to him, Wang Dong felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Because whenever Huo Yuhao spoke, his tone always carried an unquestionable air.

A mere guy with a dozen levels of soul power, by what right did he speak in such a tone?

Thinking this, Wang Dong frowned: "I know how to fight, but don't use that commanding tone with me."

Huo Yuhao's voice paused.

Xiao Xiao, standing to the side, clearly sensed that the atmosphere was off and hurriedly smoothed things over: "Let's win the first match first; we can talk about the rest later."

Huo Yuhao did not retort, merely looking at Wang Dong quietly.

Once I trample Long Yaochen under my feet, will you still act like this?

Soon, it was their turn to take the stage.

The three freshmen opposite them were clearly nervous, and their positioning was far from tight. The moment they released their Martial Souls, a faint golden light flickered in the depths of Huo Yuhao's eyes.

The instant Spirit Detection Sharing was activated, the world before Wang Dong's eyes seemed to be redrawn.

The opponents' positions, movements, and even the direction of their soul power flow were clearly marked out.

This ability is indeed quite useful... but the user is really not much.

Wang Dong glanced at Huo Yuhao beside her and suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart.

"Left side."

Huo Yuhao's voice rang in her ear.

Wang Dong tapped her foot, the wings of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly unfurling. Amidst a chorus of gasps, she instantly darted forward.

The opponents clearly hadn't expected her to be so fast. Just as they tried to retreat, Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron pressed in from the side.

After just one exchange, the opponents' formation was in complete disarray.

There was almost no suspense regarding the outcome.

However, just as one of the students was staggering backward, clearly losing his balance, the golden light in Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed slightly.

That student's movements stiffened for a split second.

In that brief moment, the path he should have taken to dodge shifted by half an inch, and he collided directly into the range of Wang Dong's attack.

Bang!

The figure flew backward, crashing heavily against the edge of the assessment platform.

The referee frowned but said nothing.

After all, the student hadn't surrendered in time, and Wang Dong's attack hadn't violated the rules.

"First group, Huo Yuhao's team wins."

The result was announced quickly.

Low murmurs broke out in the surrounding crowd.

"They won so fast."

"Those wings are so beautiful! And she's so cool!"

"His second ring is actually a thousand-year one! I want a teammate like that too!"

"That girl's Martial Soul placement was so precise too!"

Listening to the surrounding chatter, everyone was discussing how amazing Wang Dong was, and even Xiao Xiao received a few compliments.

Wang Dong gets the MVP, and I'm just a passenger being carried?

Huo Yuhao gradually clenched his fists.

Wang Dong landed back on the ground and retracted her wings, but there wasn't a hint of joy on her face after the victory.

She glanced at the opponent being helped off the stage, then looked at Huo Yuhao.

"Was that necessary just now?"

Huo Yuhao, who had been listening to the audience's chatter, was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Wang Dong frowned and said: "He couldn't even stand steadily anymore."

"But he hadn't conceded." Huo Yuhao raised his head, his tone calm: "This is a competition."

Wang Dong looked at him without saying a word.

She certainly knew this was a competition, and that injuries were a normal occurrence.

But...

She didn't believe his Spiritual Detection hadn't picked up on the situation at the time.

Wang Dong's intuition told her that Huo Yuhao hadn't just been trying to end the match quickly. She didn't believe for a second that he hadn't intentionally landed a heavy blow.

Xiao Xiao stood between the two, looking at Wang Dong's handsome face, then at Huo Yuhao's somewhat gloomy expression.

She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Wang Dong didn't want to waste any more breath on him, so she turned and walked toward the exit.

Huo Yuhao watched Wang Dong's retreating back deeply, wondering what he was thinking.

The first day of the competition was just to let the freshmen adapt.

After the initial adjustment on the first day, the round-robin matches over the next two days progressed very quickly.

Wang Dong and her team achieved a ten-match winning streak with almost no effort.

But the more they fought, the more uncomfortable Wang Dong felt.

Especially once, when the twin sisters Lan Luoluo besieged Wang Dong, while Huang Chutian watched like a tiger eyeing its prey from the sidelines.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Dong already had twenty-seven levels of soul power, and her reflexes and speed were a cut above the average Soul Grand Master, she might have truly been forced into an injury by that maneuver.

Yet Huo Yuhao had waited until the very last moment to strike with full force, as if he were the one single-handedly turning the tide.

This pattern persisted throughout all ten of their matches.

In the rest area, Xiao Xiao held her water cup, carefully glancing at the two of them.

"We've made it to the knockout stage; we can stay at Shrek from now on."

Wang Dong gave a hum, showing little interest.

Huo Yuhao looked at her: "In the third match just now, if you had been a little faster, the opponent wouldn't have even had a chance to react."

Wang Dong turned her head away: "I won."

Huo Yuhao said: "It could have been an easier win."

"Then do it yourself." Wang Dong felt she really couldn't take it anymore.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Xiao Xiao hurriedly lowered her head to drink water, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong, his fingertips tightening slightly.

He didn't understand.

They were on the same team, and his judgment hadn't been wrong.

As long as they followed his arrangements, they could keep winning all the way.

So why was Wang Dong always like this?

Why would she rather wear her impatience on her face than cooperate with him properly?

What kind of love potion did Long Yaochen feed you, anyway?

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao's gaze drifted across the crowd.

At a glance, he saw Long Yaochen not far away. He was standing in the shade of a tree, holding a fruit he had swiped from somewhere, leaning lazily against the trunk with the look of someone watching a show.

Wang Dong saw him too.

The person who had been cold-faced just a moment ago visibly softened. Without a second thought, she walked straight over to him.

"Why are you here?" Wang Dong asked.

Long Yaochen took a bite of the fruit and said casually: "Watching the show."

Wang Dong glared at him: "Are you that free?"

"It's alright." Long Yaochen smiled: "At least it's easier than some people working themselves to death in the group stages."

"Stop gloating." Although Wang Dong said this, her tone was clearly much lighter than before.

Huo Yuhao stood where he was, watching this scene from afar, and it felt as if the world around him had suddenly gone quiet.

All that remained was the sight of Wang Dong standing in front of Long Yaochen, that vibrant... that completely different expression.

The impatience she hadn't even bothered to hide when looking at him was now completely gone.

Huo Yuhao felt a dull heaviness in his chest.

Just then, from the depths of his Sea of Spirit, that gentle voice resonated: "Yuhao, do not be swayed by these things.

I guarantee you, when you trample Long Yaochen beneath your feet, Wang Dong... will naturally belong to you."

Huo Yuhao lowered his eyes and slowly drew a breath: "I know."

In that moment, the glimmer of sea-blue light in his eyes seemed to shine a little brighter than usual.