Recalling the ice dragon that had been mere inches away, punching through the dormitory building right before his eyes, Huo Yuhao sank into thought.
As one of the semifinalists himself, Huo Yuhao certainly knew who Su Yuan's opponent had been.
He had fought Xie Huanyue, which left Su Yuan facing Dai Huabin-the man who was his brother in name but his blood enemy in truth.
The commotion at the Soul Fighting Arena had been even greater than at the dormitory. After all, the dragon had only punched through one wall there, whereas the ice dragon at the arena had forced its way straight through the Hell White Tiger, carving a path of rubble.
Under those circumstances, many people's curiosity about the match had reached its peak. All sorts of guesses and rumors about it had sprung up overnight like bamboo shoots after rain.
One rumor went like this-a certain unnamed deadweight on Dai Huabin's team had said, "Couldn't winn. Gave it my awl. The whole match was like an old man toying with a naughty child. We never had the slightest chance. Dai Huabin even used his Martial Soul Fusion Skill and still got wiped out instantly."
Then he recalled the question he had just asked himself.
Could they win?
"We'd die..." Huo Yuhao said with a bitter smile.
"Why are you inflating someone else's spirit and crushing our own prestige?" Looking displeased, Wang Dong slapped Huo Yuhao hard on the back.
Huo Yuhao said nothing, merely looking quietly at Wang Dong.
He had said nothing, yet it was as though he had said everything.
Under his stare, Wang Dong gradually began to lose her nerve, her gaze wandering as she looked away.
"See? Even you aren't confident we can win." Huo Yuhao shook his head. "If we hadn't used