Su Chen had angered Xue Qinghe until his face flushed crimson. Before he could even catch his breath, a third wave of familiar faces arrived.
"Tang San, Yanyan!"
Accompanied by a booming, vigorous voice, Dugu Bo made his shining entrance.
Another round of greetings followed.
Ning Fengzhi greeted Dugu Bo with a smile, while Dugu Bo and Chen Xin exchanged nods.
Then Dugu Bo walked over and stood beside Dugu Yan.
The sight left the competitors from the surrounding academies numb with disbelief.
Was this some kind of joke?
What was the deal with this Blue Tyrant Academy?
First, Sect Master Ning of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Sword Douluo had come in person. Then came the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince, and now even Poison Douluo, who always kept to himself, had shown up.
Two Titled Douluos, the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects, and an imperial heir apparent.
This lineup was fucking ridiculous.
Not only were the other competitors too frightened to breathe loudly, but Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, and the others were also trembling on unsteady legs.
Titled Douluos-and two of them, at that.
This was the first time in their lives they had been so close to the very ceiling of combat power.
Huang Yuan tugged at Jing Ling's sleeve. "B-bro, pinch me. Why do I feel like I'm daydreaming?"
Jing Ling swallowed and whispered, "Don't talk. Even your breathing needs to be quieter. If we upset a Titled Douluo, we won't even know how we died."
Huang Yuan shut his mouth.
Just then, Liu Erlong finished the registration procedures and returned from outside.
The moment she entered the lounge, she saw a crowd gathered around her team.
Then she looked farther inside. Good grief.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Crown Prince