Hearing Dugu Yan concede, the students of Blue Tyrant Academy immediately erupted in cheers.
They were all commoner Soul Masters. Most had only been fortunate enough to cultivate because of martial soul mutation. Not only did noble Soul Masters look down on them, but they themselves felt inferior in front of nobles. After all, a commoner Soul Master could struggle for an entire lifetime only to earn a place at the same starting line as those nobles.
But today, they finally stopped feeling ashamed of their own inferiority. So what if they were commoner Soul Masters? So what if their opponents were noble Soul Masters? Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan came from families at the very pinnacle of power, but what had happened now? They had still fallen to Blue Tyrant Academy.
Perhaps they lacked the noble students' talent, but they still had a chance to defeat them!
Qin Chao and the others' victory allowed Blue Tyrant Academy to hold its head high, but it meant more than that.
They had lit a lamp in the hearts of commoner Soul Masters-a lamp untouched by class or talent, a lamp called hope.
A great man had once said that a single spark could set the prairie ablaze. In the near future, this flame would surely spread, burning fiercely until it consumed the rotten system through which the nobles monopolized the resources of the Douluo Continent!
"Little Young Master Qin is badass! Blue Tyrant Academy is badass!" Someone in the crowd was the first to shout that embarrassing slogan.
"Little Young Master Qin is badass! Blue Tyrant Academy is badass!"
Led by that first student, cries of "badass" resounded throughout the Training Ground.
Xie Yue and the other two flushed, unused to such blatant praise. Qin Chao, on the other hand,