Zhao Longfei looked at Han Shuo's tightly knitted brows and asked with a smile, "Principal Han, why so glum? Afraid you can't beat Nanrong University and will lose face?"
"Principal Zhao, you really never miss a chance to get inside our heads," Han Shuo said calmly. "But you're right. The contest between Zhongrong University and Nanrong University began the moment we stepped into the Championship Arena Room."
Zhao Longfei smiled without answering.
"Principal Zhao, I am worried, but not about losing to Nanrong University. I'm worried about the tournament format."
Han Shuo's brows drew even tighter. "In this Championship Tournament, Nanrong University is our strongest opponent on the road to the title. And for you, we're the strongest opponent. Under the previous rules, whichever of us won would surely have beaten Western Glory University and taken the championship."
"But now, the rule allowing victory through points has been removed, and the armor's tier has been lowered. Neither of our universities' students are pushovers like Eastern Glory, who crumble at the slightest touch. That means our battle is bound to leave a lot of students injured. Meanwhile, Western Glory's opponent is Beizhen. I doubt they'll suffer much damage at all."
"There's only an hour's rest between the semifinals and the final. One hour isn't enough to heal and recover. When our battered lineup faces Western Glory at full strength, will that really be anything to celebrate?"
As Zhao Longfei listened to Han Shuo's analysis, the smile gradually faded from his face.
Han Shuo was right.
Zhongrong University's top students were definitely better than Western Glory's. Zhongrong University was also the fiercest obstacle in Nanrong University's path to the championship.
Nanrong University could never win this vicious battle against Zhongrong University without taking a few hard knocks.
Even with the highly effective