Looking at Dugu Yan's somewhat enchanting face and her curvaceous figure swaying as she walked,
Ning Rongrong, feeling a bit jealous, secretly fumed.
She had no choice but to follow Ye Qiu, sitting down next to him, with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also following suit.
As soon as he sat down, Ye Qiu's gaze fell upon Ma Hongjun opposite him, and he looked at the somewhat frightened Fatty with a chilling smile.
Ye Lingling, next to Dugu Yan, also watched this scene with some shock; at this moment, she finally understood that Dugu Yan's worries were not unfounded.
Among the three girls, the most striking was undoubtedly the one with a cold and clear countenance.
Her straight, smooth, waterfall-like long hair naturally draped down, making Zhu Zhuqing's face appear even smaller and more delicate.
A black form-fitting leather outfit perfectly displayed her graceful figure, and a hip-hugging leather mini-skirt further highlighted her perfect waist-to-hip ratio, with two slender, beautiful legs clad in delicate black stockings, even and svelte.
Next to her, the charming Xiao Wu wore a pink top that tightly accentuated her good figure, revealing visible flexibility, and red short shorts that added to her vitality.
As for Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling also knew her identity; just her family background alone was enough to make her exceptionally dazzling, a true princess!
Noticing Ye Lingling's strange gaze, Ye Qiu just gave a dry laugh and nodded to her, greeting her.
Sandwiched between Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan, he didn't dare to let his gaze wander, so he simply fed the little girl, Xiao Lan, in his arms.
This girl was actually Ye Qiu's younger sister?!
Tang San's eyes narrowed, not daring to look further, but the doubts in his heart simply wouldn't dissipate.
What was going on with this sudden sense of closeness and stirring?!
"Dean Flander, these are the members of my Royal Fight Team; every one of them has spirit power above rank thirty-five." Qin Ming's words shifted the focus from Ye Qiu.
"Haha… indeed, they are all geniuses; to achieve so much at such a young age," Flender praised with a smile.
"Not at all… compared to your students, they might still fall short," Qin Ming said, for he knew the Shrek Academy's admission standards: breaking through to rank twenty before the age of twelve was merely the threshold.
Qin Ming was aware, but the other members of the Royal Fight Team were not.
As members of the Royal Fight Team, every one of them was a genius, and a hint of discomfort had already crept into their hearts; their gazes toward Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were already tinged with scrutiny.
Dai Mubai glared back without hesitation, but he no longer possessed the masculine imposingness of the past; there was a hint of effeminacy now.
Even Yu Tianheng, who had been somewhat interested in him, couldn't help but frown.
"Qin Ming, don't flatter these little rascals too much, lest they become arrogant!" Zhao Wuji's extremely rough voice also carried a hint of pride; he had personally tested Tang San and the others when they enrolled, and he didn't feel that anything Qin Ming said was wrong.
"When will the Soul Arena begin?" Yu Xiaogang asked the question he cared about most; he needed to see how high the Royal Fight Team, this stepping stone, truly was.
...
As the few conversed,
the lights hanging in the center of the Great Spirit Arena were all turned on, and a roar like ocean waves came from outside.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in this VIP room were fitted with a large, complete glazed wall, offering a full view of the battles in the Soul Arena below and the audience's fervor.
At this moment, as a host stepped onto the stage,
Qin Ming, who had been somewhat distracted, immediately noticed and stood up with a smile.
"Grandmaster, the timing is just right; the Soul Arena is about to begin."
He then looked at the Royal Fight Team members sitting on the sofa.
"Alright! Tianheng, you should set off now; don't tarnish our Royal Fight Team's reputation!"
"Don't worry, Teacher Qin Ming, we'll definitely show them how powerful our Royal Fight Team is!" Yu Feng glanced at Tang San, especially at the unremarkable, shrunken, and vulgar Ma Hongjun.
He thought of himself as a graceful young man; how could he be compared to such a fat pig?
"That bird-man Yu Feng is right; we're definitely going to win." Oslo, uncharacteristically, didn't contradict him.
"Good, confidence is a good thing, but I want not just to win, but to win beautifully!" As a team leader for so long, Qin Ming naturally understood their arrogance.
Especially since they hadn't lost at all during this period, it had only fueled their arrogance.
Qin Ming was also a bit troubled; after all, being too arrogant inevitably led to underestimating opponents, and their focus shouldn't be limited to this small Soul Arena!
Outside, the host's clear voice rang out.
"First match, team battle. The opposing sides are the Mad War Team and the Royal Fight Team. As for the Mad War Team, I don't think I need to introduce them too much. If they can continue their valiant performance and win a few more matches in the future, then they are very likely to set the record for the fastest team to reach Silver Soul in the Soto Battle Arena. And the Royal Fight Team comes from the Empire's highest academy, composed of elites from Heaven Dou Royal Academy. This Soul Arena match will undoubtedly be a fierce dragon-tiger battle! Let us wait and see…
"Now, please welcome both opposing teams to the stage!"
Hearing this voice, the members of the Royal Fight Team all stood up. Yu Tianheng took another look at Yu Xiaogang, then put away the doubts in his heart.
"Teacher Qin Ming, we'll go down first."
"Mm." Qin Ming nodded slightly, then looked at Xiao Lan, who was still sitting on Ye Qiu's lap and hadn't moved, and with a wry smile, he gently urged, "Xiao Lan, the Soul Arena is starting."
"Mm-hmm…" Xiao Lan quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and reluctantly left Ye Qiu's embrace. "Brother, wait for Xiao Lan; Xiao Lan will be back very soon!"
Ye Qiu looked at her somewhat messy little face and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with a smile. Just as he was about to wipe her face, Xiao Lan had already run in front of Ye Lingling.
"How did you get so much on your face this time?" Ye Lingling looked at her face covered in juice, complaining softly, and took out her wet wipes to help Xiao Lan clean up.
"Sister Lingling, it's all Brother's fault; he stuffed too much in!"
Hearing this, Ye Lingling couldn't help but glance at the somewhat innocent Ye Qiu. He couldn't help it either; sandwiched in the middle, he didn't dare to move around, so he could only dote on Xiao Lan well.
Xiao Lan also rubbed her somewhat sore cheeks, then waved her small hand towards Ning Rongrong and the others.
When she turned around to walk out the door, her expression quickly turned cold.
This speed of change left even Ye Lingling, who was by her side, speechless.
After Qin Ming watched the Royal Fight Team leave, he extended his hand towards the door in an inviting gesture.
"Dean, Grandmaster, let's go to the viewing platform to watch; it's clearer there."
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