Wu Feng also walked over, looking at Dai Huabin on the ground, uncharacteristically sparing him any taunting words and merely curling her lip. "I told you not to be so arrogant, but you refused to listen."
The referee's voice finally broke the silence, carrying a trace of unperceived sigh. "Huo Yuhao Team, complete victory."
As the words fell, medical Soul Masters immediately stepped forward with stretchers, cautiously lifting Dai Huabin onto one. His right arm still maintained a twisted posture, eyes tightly shut, and only the tears continually sliding from the corners of his eyes exposed the fact that he hadn't fainted—that was the silent collapse after his pride had been pulverized.
When Zhu Lu was helped up by a female medical Soul Master, she stumbled a little, her gaze all the while fixed upon Dai Huabin on the stretcher, her purple eyes churning with regret and bewilderment. She finally understood that her repeated indulgence of his arrogance wasn't helping him; it was pushing him into a deeper abyss.
"Do you need help?" Ning Tian looked at her pale face, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda radiating a faint wisp of green light suspended beside her.
Zhu Lu shook her head, her voice thin as a gnat's. "No... thank you." She broke free from the medical Soul Master's hand and followed the stretcher step by step, her back looking so frail it seemed the wind could scatter it at any moment.
The surrounding students had long lost their previous clamor, looking at this scene with complex expressions. Someone whispered in discussion, "Dai Huabin... is probably truly awake this time." "Huo Yuhao is too ruthless, but... his arrogance really needed checking."
Huo Yuhao ignored the surrounding discussions, merely nodding slightly to Ning Tian and Wu Feng. "Let's go."
The three turned and