Meeting the Imperial Fighting Team! The Deadliest Show-Off Is the One You Never See Coming!

Morning sunlight filtered through the paper window, casting a warm patch of light across the floor.

When Huang Yun opened his eyes, Dugu Yan was still asleep beside him.

Her dark green hair spilled across the pillow. Her breathing was slow and even, and her face held a softness he rarely saw.

He watched her for a moment without waking her, then quietly got up and dressed.

There was no need to say much about last night.

After a year apart, everything that was bound to happen had happened. They were closer than before, bound by an unspoken understanding more solid than any promise.

Dugu Yan woke soon after he got up.

She gathered her tousled hair and sat up. She glanced at him, her cheeks faintly red, but quickly regained her usual cool composure. Once she had dressed and washed up, she turned at the door and said, "Come on. I'll introduce you to my teammates."

In the Imperial Fighting Team's headquarters, the members sat around a long table eating breakfast.

Yu Tianheng sat at the far end, head lowered as he silently drank a bowl of porridge. He had completely recovered to peak condition.

Ye Lingling's healing was truly extraordinary.

Osler, Shi Mo, and Yu Feng sat opposite him, eating while quietly discussing what had happened last night.

Yu Feng had the loudest voice. "I still don't get it. How could a fifteen-year-old kick Tian Heng that badly? Tian Heng's a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. Even against a Soul King, he shouldn't have been completely helpless, right?"

Shi Mo shook his head steadily. "Let's ask Teacher Qin later. He's seen a lot. Maybe he'll be able to tell us something."

Ye Lingling sat in a corner with a bowl of plain