"We won."
"We're the champions."
Wu Feng, who had passed out after pushing the flames of her Red Dragon martial soul to their limit, had already come around. She forced herself to walk over to Huo Yuhao. Though her voice was weak, it brimmed with excitement.
Huo Yuhao seemed weak judging by his cultivation as a Soul Master, but he was unquestionably the team's core. Even a Soul Elder taking his place could not have done better. Setting aside the friendship they had forged over the past three months, both Ning Tian and Wu Feng genuinely admired him.
"Huo Yuhao, did you see that? We're the champions!"
Wu Feng walked up beside Huo Yuhao and patted his shoulder. Yet that single pat sent his standing body crashing to the ground.
At some point, Mu Jin had come down from the raised platform and rushed toward them, as excited as a child. But when he saw Huo Yuhao collapse, he was startled and hurriedly crouched down to check on him.
"Ouch, he's burning hot!" Wu Feng tried touching Huo Yuhao's body, which had been scorched fiery red, and immediately jerked her hand back from the heat.
Even with her normally resilient nature, she was on the verge of tears. Wu Feng looked at Mu Jin beside her with watery eyes, her voice trembling.
"Teacher, Huo Yuhao isn't going to be in danger, is he?"
With a grave expression, Mu Jin extended his right hand. A halo of white soul power enveloped his palm, shielding it from the heat radiating off Huo Yuhao. He felt Huo Yuhao's wrist, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
"It's nothing serious. He's just exhausted. A few days of rest will set him right. I'll take him back to his hotel in a bit. Go to the