On the road leading to the Imperial Capital Hotel.
Lin Luo's team was mixed in with several teams from other Martial Universities, chatting merrily.
They were opponents during the competition, but in reality, they were all elites from their respective Martial Universities. Making connections in advance might prove surprisingly useful in the future.
"Don't even mention it. My luck was terrible—I ran right into Chen Yu."
"Five strikes! Just five strikes, and all five people on our team lost. We didn't have the slightest chance to fight back!"
"At first, I was pretty upset. I was angry at myself for being so weak that I couldn't even withstand one strike. I was the top scorer of the Southern City Martial Exam, for crying out loud."
"But then I saw with my own eyes that Fan Wuyou couldn't take even a single strike either. Suddenly, I wasn't angry anymore. I completely got over it."
One captain spoke slowly, sounding somewhat relieved.
The moment he said that, the other teams immediately agreed, chiming in one after another.
"Our Martial University is even more famous than yours, but didn't we still get taken out in five strikes when we ran into Chen Yu?"
"What could we do? Firstfold Limit Break fighters went down one strike at a time. How were a few Body Tempering Peak fighters like us supposed to withstand that?"
The teams that had encountered Chen Yu felt more and more like kindred sufferers as they chatted.
Mixed in among them, Lin Luo suddenly realized that his own team had actually been quite lucky.
In the first match, Chen Yu had not acted at all. Instead, his teammates had defeated them.
Only now did Lin Luo finally understand why Zhao Tianyi and the others had held back during the battle.
Because