Ming Jing glanced at the five helpless-looking people beside Yan Shaozhe, then at Yang Jingjun, who leaned on his shield and twitched every so often. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, she withdrew her Martial Soul.
What the heck was there left to fight? All her teammates had been wiped out in a single exchange. She was just a pitiful, weak, helpless sweetheart of a support Soul Master. Was she supposed to go up there and knock Ye Qing out with her cuteness?
"We surrender!" Ming Jing obediently raised her little hand.
The seven members of the Main Team watched Ye Qing win with effortless ease, defeating the sparring team that had beaten them more than ten times without ever losing to them. For a moment, their expressions became quite a spectacle.
Having fought the sparring team more than ten times and lost every single time, they naturally knew exactly how strong those seven were. Without question, the sparring team surpassed them in both raw strength and coordination. Otherwise, they would not have suffered defeat after defeat.
Yet this formidable team, against which they could do nothing, had been taken down by Ye Qing alone...
"The sparring team has surrendered. I hereby declare Ye Qing the winner of this Soul Fighting match!" Yan Shaozhe announced the result with a smile, then said to Ye Qing, "Since you've proven your strength, choose which member of the Main Team you wish to replace."
"Of course, if the member being replaced has any objections, they may voice them. If they wish to fight Ye Qing to prove themselves, that's also allowed."
At Yan Shaozhe's words, Chen Zifeng, who had believed all along that Ye Qing intended to replace him, immediately looked nervous.
But Ye Qing did not even glance at him. Instead,