(Second update)
Godwind Academy's entrance did not cause much of a stir. Sensing the audience's indifference toward them, quite a few students wore ugly expressions.
After all, they were only teenagers, still at the age when their emotions showed plainly on their faces. Whatever they thought would be displayed outwardly.
Feng Xiaotian naturally sensed his teammates' emotions as well. He pressed his lips together tightly, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
He had already given Yang Ming a warning earlier, hoping Yang Ming would retreat in the face of difficulty. Unfortunately, Yang Ming was even more confident than he had imagined, insisting on walking straight into danger despite knowing it lay ahead.
"Then don't blame me, Yang Ming."
Feng Xiaotian consoled himself inwardly. Suddenly gritting his teeth, he bit open the pill hidden beneath his tongue and swallowed it whole.
On one hand, the pill's feigned-death effect required a period of digestion before it could manifest. On the other, they feared Feng Xiaotian might fall under Yang Ming's Genjutsu and fail to take the pill immediately, which was why this delayed effect had been specially designed.
As Godwind Academy's leader, Feng Xiaotian was already a level forty-four assault-type Battle Soul Ancestor at such a young age. He also possessed the wind-attribute Martial Soul, the Gale Two-Headed Wolf. He should have been the center of attention.
Yet now, almost no one was looking at him. Their gazes were all fixed on Yang Ming.
In their eyes, there was no suspense in this match. Yang Ming would, as always, claim victory with a single move.
Feng Xiaotian steadily led the Godwind Academy team onto the arena, arranging themselves in their usual competition formation. They looked quite convincing.
Standing at the very front, Feng Xiaotian stared coldly at Yang Ming