The Dean Is the Ultimate Good-for-Nothing!

He had only meant to shout those words at the blue-clad man beside him,

but the Loudspeaker Soul Tool above the Soul Arena had a half-open channel. His voice leaked through the partially open receiver and, once amplified, spread into every corner of the Soul Arena.

The spectators froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. The laughter surged in from all directions, wave after wave crashing against the Soul Arena Platform.

Over on the Imperial Fighting Team's side, Yu Tianheng had just been pulled back from unconsciousness by Ye Lingling's healing petals.

His eyelids trembled twice before slowly opening a slit. His vision was still blurry, but laughter flooded his ears first, followed by those words: "Soybean Team, what a disgrace."

His mind buzzed. The hand bracing him against the ground suddenly gave out, and he staggered forward before Yu Feng caught him.

The Imperial Fighting Team supported one another as they headed toward the edge of the Soul Arena Platform.

Yu Feng carried one of Yu Tianheng's arms over his shoulder, with Osler following behind. The Shi brothers leaned on each other, Shi Mo still unable to raise one arm. Shi Mo's complexion looked better than before, but his steps remained unsteady.

Dugu Yan walked in the middle of the group, the red mark on her throat not yet fully faded. She kept her head slightly lowered as she walked.

Ye Lingling followed at the very back, her eyes rimmed red.

Yu Tianheng walked very slowly,

half his weight resting on Yu Feng's shoulder. Every step felt as though he were walking on cotton. His gaze was unfocused, as if he did not know what he was looking at.

When they reached the passageway entrance, he paused, pulled his arm from Yu Feng's shoulder, and stood on his