After the blonde woman returned to the ranks, the atmosphere on the field instead grew quiet.
The Inner Court disciples stood facing the seven members of the Reserve Team, roughly twenty paces apart.
Xuan Zi gave them a moment to discuss tactics, but on the Reserve Team's side, there was almost no desire for victory.
After all, winning this fight would truly be like seeing a ghost.
Xu Shanshi sighed. "How are we supposed to contend with our Inner Court seniors?"
"I still have a few Action-Type Defensive Soul Guidance Devices. Who wants one?"
"Forget it. Using soul guidance devices gives me a headache. Give them to someone else." Wang Dong, standing beside He Caicai, waved a hand.
"What era are we living in? Why are you still clinging to the mindset of an old regime's remnants?" He Caicai quipped as she handed out the soul guidance devices.
"I feel like holding out for a little while would already count as a victory."
They chatted sporadically, their voices carrying the relaxed air of people ready to "lie flat and accept their fate." Just then, Gu Xingyue spoke:
"I don't understand why everyone keeps talking about how we can't beat our Inner Court seniors, as though this battle is doomed to bring us more disaster than fortune-but in my view, we have a very good chance of winning. No matter how you look at it, the advantage is ours!"
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Had anyone else said that, they would probably have been laughed off already.
But the speaker was Gu Xingyue-which of the former geniuses present hadn't crashed and burned at his hands?
Anyone who encountered Gu Xingyue either became one of his defeated opponents or fled for the hills, like a certain contestant surnamed Bei.
So his