Zhu Zhuqing recalled her Martial Soul and glanced at Xiao Wu, saying with some exasperation:
"Are you kidding me? I'm the agility-type Soul Master, okay?"
"Shouldn't sneaking around to attack the backline be my job?"
"Hehe." Xiao Wu smiled behind her lips, her eyes curving into two crescent moons. "But I have the Soul Skill every agility-type Soul Master dreams of—Teleportation!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flickered, and she was already back beside Zhao Linchuan.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Xiao Wu suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapped both arms around his waist, and lifted her little face to plead sweetly:
"Young Master! Hurry and praise me! Hurry and praise me!"
Looking at the excited, flushed little face in his arms, Zhao Linchuan couldn't help laughing. He raised a hand and gently rubbed the back of her head, his voice indulgent.
"Xiao Wu was amazing, just like a female War God."
His gaze passed over her and fell on Zhu Zhuqing, who had come up beside them.
The girl in black stood quietly, her face expressionless, but a flicker of anticipation was clear in her deep eyes.
"Of course, Zhuqing did great too," Zhao Linchuan added, his tone just as gentle. "You were fast enough, and your attacks were ruthless."
"I-It was nothing," Zhu Zhuqing said, turning her head aside shyly under everyone's gaze.
Standing nearby and watching this scene, Ning Rongrong was so jealous her teeth nearly ached.
"Hey! Referee!" She turned toward the referee, who stood there dumbfounded, and raised her voice. "You should announce the result!"
"Huh? Oh, r-right!" The referee snapped back to his senses and jolted.
He quickly surveyed Godwind Academy's current state. Of its seven competitors, only Feng Xiaotian was still barely kneeling. The other six were all unconscious.
And