The Player Never Takes the Field, and the Coward Never Knows Himself
In the heavy atmosphere, Tang San stood up.
His gaze was steady and calm as he laid the list flat on the table and pointed to a few lines.
"Everyone, please don't panic."
"The opposing team has a strong lineup, but they have a fatal flaw: they lack Power Attack System."
Ma Hongjun was slumped on a stool, lamenting the meaning of life, when he heard this and was taken aback. "Huh?"
"Their most threatening attacker, Dugu Yan, is essentially a control-type, relying mainly on the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent for suppression."
As Tang San said this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"And I happen to have a way to counteract the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent."
"Once the poison is neutralized, what is there to fear from a snake whose fangs have been removed?"
This statement had an immediate effect.
Ma Hongjun jumped up from the stool, his eyes lighting up. "You should have told me sooner, Little San! You scared me to death!"
Oscar breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up, "Steady, you're the best."
Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips. "Hmph, Third Brother naturally has a way."
Yu Xiaogang looked at his prized student and smiled with satisfaction.
Calm judgment, precise tactical insight, and the courage to stabilize morale at critical moments—these are the fruits of his countless efforts in cultivating his abilities.
So what if the team captain on the roster changes?
As long as Tang San is there, this Soul Fighting Battle is far from being a matter of admitting defeat.
Just as the atmosphere was starting to warm up, Ma Hongjun started yelling again.
"And did you guys notice? That captain named Ye Qing isn't even playing!"
He stood with his hands on his hips, his fat face full of disdain.
"His name wasn't even on the list; it's obvious he's looking down on us."
"Do you think you're some big shot sitting in the audience with your legs crossed, watching the show?"
He got more and more excited as he spoke, and slammed his fist into his palm. "Just for that attitude, we'll teach them a lesson today!"
Dai Mubai straightened up from the wall and gave a cold laugh.
"A captain who's afraid to go on stage?"
"Ha, to put it nicely, it's called strategic planning."
To put it bluntly, he's just a coward.
These words were spoken with force and strength, full of energy.
Dai Mubai was very satisfied with his statement.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he was born to stand at the highest point and look down on everything.
For him, belittling an opponent who doesn't even dare to take the field is as natural as breathing.
But he never expected that his words would hit the very wrong spot that everyone should avoid.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned.
He squinted at Dai Mubai, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.
coward?
Zhu Zhuqing mentally went over these three words again and again, finding them utterly absurd and laughable.
Ye Qing timid?
He was the only one who stood up to help her when she was at her lowest point, open, honest, and straightforward.
How could someone like that be a coward?
And what about Dai Mubai?
Who was it that fled the Star Luo Empire overnight back then?
Who was the man who frequented brothels and whose arms were never lacking for women?
Who is it that puts on a show of deep affection for her, thinking no one can see through it?
A true coward stands here arrogantly, mocking others for being timid.
A flash of undisguised disgust crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
She immediately lowered her eyes and looked away.
I'm too lazy to watch it anymore.
But Dai Mubai happened to catch that fleeting look in his eyes.
My heart sank suddenly.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze was colder than ever before.
It was so cold that there was no room for pretense, only naked disgust.
He froze for a moment.
All I did was make a few sarcastic remarks about the opposing captain to boost morale. What's the problem?
He instinctively tried to find Zhu Zhuqing's gaze.
But the other person had already turned their head away.
All that was left for him was a profile view that was so cold it was almost unrecognizable.
That dull ache of being shut out felt heavy and stuck in my chest.
He didn't understand.
He just wanted to appear tougher and more reliable in front of her, so that she would at least give him a second glance.
Why does every effort only bring deeper coldness?
What he didn't know was that,
Every performance he meticulously planned was nothing more than another clumsy disguise in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes.
The voices of Ma Hongjun and the others around her reached her ears, and she found them only annoying.
She came to the Shrek Academy with only one purpose: to Dai Mubai.
The fiancé who ran away from the Star Luo Empire.
The man she was told she would marry when she was young.
She wanted to see for herself what kind of person this was.
And the result?
What she saw was a playboy who frequented brothels and whose women changed one after another.
What's even more ridiculous is that this kind of person can actually put on a deeply affectionate act in front of me.
His acting was so bad that even the old man selling candied hawthorns on the roadside would shake his head in disapproval.
nausea.
I was so disappointed that I didn't want to say anything anymore.
There's also training.
Yu Xiaogang arranged the same training program for everyone.
Running with a huge rock on their back.
This product would probably have a miraculous effect on someone like Ma Hongjun who needs to lose weight.
But what use is it to Zhu Zhuqing's path to becoming stronger?
She had considered bringing it up.
But Yu Xiaogang's authority was almost unchallenged at Shrek.
Tang San treated him like a god, and the others obeyed his every word.
As an outsider, everything she said seemed out of place.
All sorts of dissatisfaction were piling up in my heart, almost overflowing.
leave.
This isn't the first time this idea has crossed my mind.
And now, Ye Qing is right across from them.
The phrase "Come find me at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy if you need anything" kept circling in my mind, becoming clearer and clearer with each repetition.
Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fist.
Let's finish this match first, and we'll talk about the rest later.
Imperial Fighting Team's rest area.
Ye Qing leaned back in her chair, her hands behind her head, her eyes half-closed.
Qin Ming was giving his team members their final tactical instructions.
Ye Qing didn't say a word.
His absence was decided from the very beginning.
He's not interested in winning or losing itself.
Rather, it's about how much the Shrek Seven Devils are capable of at this stage.
The original text is the original text, but seeing it with your own eyes is the only true proof.
Yu Feng leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Ye, are you really not going to go on stage and have a go?"
Ye Qing opened one eye and glanced at him. "Have you ever seen a chess player act as a chess piece himself?"
Yu Feng choked for a moment, then pouted.
That sounds like an act... but upon closer inspection, it actually makes perfect sense.
Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, was so excited she could hardly sit still.
With his fists clenched in front of his chest and his almond-shaped eyes sparkling, he exuded an aura of eager anticipation.
This was my first time representing the Imperial Fighting Team in a formal team Soul Fighting.
I can't wait to see how much of an effect my Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda can produce in a real battle.
Ye Qing glanced at her and reminded her, "Take it easy, don't get too excited."
"Don't reveal your hand if you can avoid it."
"This Soul Fighting isn't that difficult for you."
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and nodded obediently.
But the eagerness in those eyes was impossible to hide.
Dugu Yan sat quietly beside him.
She didn't say anything; there was nothing for her to analyze.
No matter who her opponent is, whether they have a 27-game winning streak or a 72-game winning streak, Dugu Yan is never afraid of anyone.
The seven members of the Emperor Team are in high spirits.