Huo Yuhao slowly released Wang Dong and rose to his feet. He backed away a few steps while facing her before turning and heading toward the dormitory.
Wang Dong sat there dazed for a while before taking a couple of steps to make sure her vision was clear again. Then she slowly made her way back to the dormitory.
Just as she was about to reach the dormitory entrance, a pleasant voice sounded beside her.
"Losing to Huo Yuhao isn't that shameful, Wang Dong."
"Why isn't it shameful? He's only a Soul Grandmaster, while I'm one of the few three-ringed Soul Elders among this year's new students!"
Before enrolling, her sect had already investigated which students intending to enroll at Shrek Academy would be attending.
So Wang Dong did not care who had come. She abruptly turned toward Lin Wan'er, her face full of unwillingness. "I'm clearly stronger than him. If I wanted to deal with him using Soul Skills and Soul Power, he wouldn't even be able to touch me. How did he beat me?"
Lin Wan'er smiled, warm as a spring breeze, though her eyes were icy. Pointing at her own head, she said, "Whether on a battlefield or in a spar, if you don't hold your enemy in awe, then you'll be the one who dies. Huo Yuhao has never underestimated his opponent in battle."
Before Wang Dong could speak, she added, "Do you really think the Soul Skill in that Soul Tool was meant specifically for you? If the fight had gone on and Huo Yuhao realized he couldn't beat you, he would have traded injury for injury and fought you to the bitter end."
Wang Dong froze. After a moment, as though recalling someone's teachings, she rubbed her head in pain and said to Lin