For a time, all Three Major Universities were gripped by tension, actively preparing for battle and discussing tactics.
By comparison, the other, second-tier academies were much more laid-back.
They seemed more like they had genuinely come to join the fun and enjoy themselves.
After all, this had little to do with them regardless. Experiencing the strength of higher-tier prodigies and gaining some motivation from it already counted as a fruitful trip.
But compared to them...
Things at Ink Academy looked a little stranger.
"Bro, you're practically my own big brother."
"Why the hell did you smash the arena for no reason!"
"Do you know how expensive that alloy is... Now that old bastard Yuan Qingshan won't leave me alone. He insists I pay for it."
"I can't take this anymore!!!"
Xu Yuanqing sat on the sofa in a daze, his hair a tangled mess. He looked terrible all over.
His eyes were lifeless.
Yu Sheng looked at him in bewilderment. "Didn't you say... to blow the place up?"
"I worked really hard to break it open."
Xu Yuanqing stiffened and gave Yu Sheng a doleful look, as though he wanted to argue, but ultimately forced his words back down.
"I'm tired. Let it all burn."
With fresh gauze wrapped around his chest, Zhao Zicheng sat in a wheelchair with a straw between his lips.
The only difference was that this time, he had switched to a soda bottle.
"Drinking! All you fucking know is drinking!"
"Just you wait for the next few matches."
"They'll all be coming for you!"
Looking at Zhao Zicheng's dimwitted expression, Xu Yuanqing couldn't help cursing again.
Even as Zhao Zicheng raised his head, he didn't forget to keep the straw in his mouth. "Huh?"
"I know, but I'm no pushover either!"
"The Blood-Colored Twin