Hua Meixi had originally thought that the sudden rise in her battle body's grade might give her a chance to surpass Wan Tonghui. Yet she had still lost by merely three moves. Extreme unwillingness filled her heart as the Tyrant Soul Token slipped past her once again.
But there was nothing to be done. A loss was a loss, and of course she would not blame Weng Ting.
"Ha, hahaha..."
Just then, Yang Li's wild laughter rang out through the Tyrant Soul Secret Academy. She immediately dragged Wan Tonghui over to Weng Ting and said, "Senior Sister Weng, you can give us your Tyrant Soul Token now, right?"
She was simply overjoyed. Wan Tonghui had not merely won—he had defeated Hua Meixi by three moves and Yang Yi by more than ten.
It was thrilling beyond measure...
More importantly, she no longer had to give Weng Ting anything in return. She could take the Tyrant Soul Token openly and aboveboard.
At that thought, she could not help looking toward Hua Meixi, who was walking away step by step, and laughed. "We really have to thank Captain Hua. If you hadn't brought Grand Overlord Commander's order, we would have had to pay quite a price."
As she spoke, she became even more smug, her shrill laughter spreading throughout the Tyrant Soul Secret Academy.
Then she looked at Yang Yi again and continued with a strange snicker, "Some people fight with everything they have and are still nothing but a lump of mud. The facts prove that my Tonghui remains the strongest captain. No one should even dream of surpassing him..."
Hearing that, Wan Tonghui also forced himself to cast aside Hua Meixi's image from moments ago. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, gazing down upon the crowd.