Chapter 63 Shame Leads to Courage
Amidst the colorful ribbons and cheers filling the sky.
Ye Liuyun waved his hand, and the surrounding Blue Silver Grass gradually withered.
The Blue Silver Grass binding the other four members of the Royal Fighting Team finally turned into specks of green light and dissipated.
He neither looked at the cheering crowd nor at his opponents lying on the ground.
He simply turned around, his back to the spotlight, and walked towards the dark contestants' tunnel.
On the Battle Arena.
"Cough cough... cough..."
Oslo, Yufeng, and the Shi brothers, who had been wrapped up like dumplings and were in a coma or semi-coma, lost their support and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
They not only experienced physical pain, but also a deep sense of exhaustion, as if their bodies had been hollowed out.
"Team... Captain..."
Shi Mo struggled to raise his head, his face as pale as paper, his voice weak yet tinged with fear:
"That person's Blue Silver Grass... is not just about toughness."
"He has been devouring our soul power."
"We became his 'blood packs.' When you were at war with him, you were actually using the soul power from the few of us!"
Boom!
These words struck Yu Tianheng like a thunderbolt.
Yu Tianheng's expression, which was still somewhat dazed due to the exhaustion of his soul power, instantly froze.
He turned his head sharply to look at the spot where Ye Liuyun had just stood, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep regret.
So that's how it is. No wonder he was so calm when faced with the double attack from me and Yanyan.
No wonder his soul power is unfathomable; no matter how hard you fight him, you can't deplete it.
Yu Tianheng suddenly burst into a bitter laugh, his laughter filled with bitterness and self-mockery.
He originally thought he had lost to the opponent's unfathomable cultivation level and his strange martial soul.
But now it seems he lost to his own stupidity.
It was clearly a seven-to-one game with an absolute advantage.
However, because of their underestimation of their enemy and their arrogance, they inadvertently gave the other side the opportunity to defeat them one by one.
"The loss... wasn't unjustified."
Yu Tianheng clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm, blood dripping down but he didn't even notice.
...
Soto Arena, VIP Lounge.
The atmosphere in the Royal Fighting Team's rest room was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Even Yufeng, who usually loves to joke around, hung his head and remained silent.
The faces of everyone were filled with humiliation, resentment, and confusion.
As the royal team of the Heaven Dou Empire, as the so-called chosen ones of heaven, they had never suffered such a humiliating defeat.
Their dignity was trampled underfoot by one person in the most humiliating way.
"Raise your heads, everyone!"
A deep but powerful shout broke the silence.
Everyone was startled and instinctively looked up.
Yu Tianheng stood in the center of the room. Although his face was still pale and his Thunder team uniform was torn, his eyes were sharper than ever, as if a fire was burning within them.
"Look at the state of you all! What do you look like?"
Yu Tianheng looked around at everyone, his voice strong and clear:
"Like a flock of defeated roosters? Or like a flock of children crying because their candy was stolen?"
"Just because you lost a Soul Battle, does that mean the sky is falling?!"
Dugu Yan, her eyes red-rimmed, gritted her teeth and said.
"But we lost so badly. To be wiped out by one person, we not only lost face for ourselves, but also for the academy and the empire..."
"Yes, it's ugly! It's a disgrace!"
Yu Tianheng made no attempt to hide it, striding forward to the crowd, clenching his fist, and pounding it hard against his chest.
"But this disgrace is of our own making!"
"Let's ask ourselves honestly, what were we thinking when that 'Azure Emperor' took the stage?"
"We're mocking his codename! We're despising his Blue Silver Grass! We're waiting to see him make a fool of himself!"
"We thought we were high and mighty nobles, and that the other side was just a bunch of country bumpkins. So we went up to them one by one, showing off our soul skills and displaying our superiority!"
At this point, Yu Tianheng's voice became filled with anguish:
"And what happened? They shattered our sense of superiority with a single slap!"
"Remember today's lesson!"
Yu Tianheng took a deep breath, his eyes shining brighter and brighter, a resolute determination born from shame:
"This defeat was due to arrogance and underestimating the enemy!"
"But I'm also glad, glad that this defeat happened in Soto City, in this insignificant Soul Arena! And not in the future All-Continent Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies!"
"If we lose here, we can get back up. But if we lose there, we'll be the sinners of the entire empire!"
He stretched out his hand, his gaze fixed intently on each of his teammates:
"Brothers, swallow this resentment and humiliation, and turn it into motivation for your cultivation!"
"From this day forward, the Royal Fighting Team will have no nobles, no geniuses, only warriors!"
"From now on, in every battle, no matter who the opponent is, whether they are a Soul Master or a Soul Sect, or even if they are just a rabbit..."
"I also want you to remember one thing—"
Yu Tianheng roared, his voice shaking the roof tiles:
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!"
This roar seemed to ignite a fuse.
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!"
The two brothers, Graphite and Stone Mill, suddenly stood up, their fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes.
"I will never be careless again when I see him next time!" Oslo clenched his claws.
"As long as he doesn't die, I can heal him back to health! I'll wear him down next time!" Although Ye Lingling's voice was soft, her eyes became determined.
"Let's get to it! Let's train! Let's get back at this level!" Yufeng wiped his face hard.
The atmosphere in the lounge instantly transformed from lifeless to exhilarating.
It was a rebirth after being tempered by fierce fire.
Team leader Qin Ming, who had been standing silently in the corner by the door without saying a word, watched this scene quietly.
The once most outstanding graduate of Shrek Academy finally showed a relieved smile.
The former Royal Fighting Team was just a group of geniuses forcibly put together, like a beautiful porcelain vase that would shatter at the slightest touch if it encountered a stronger team.
And now...
Qin Ming looked at Yu Tianheng and the others, whose eyes had been rekindled with fire, and nodded slightly.
Having experienced this crushing defeat, they had gained the spirit to be ashamed and then brave.
These children had finally grown from "geniuses" into a real "team".
"You guys rest first, I'll be leaving for a bit."
Yu Tianheng nodded.
"Team leader, please go ahead with your business. I will take care of them."
Soto, a quiet teahouse.
Flander and Zhao Wuji were sitting at the table, the tea in front of them steaming.
The door was gently pushed open.
Qin Ming, dressed in a neat silver outfit, walked in.
He saw two teachers inside who looked much older than before.
Without any hesitation, he took two quick steps, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a trembling but respectful voice:
"Disciple Qin Ming greets Dean Flander and Master Zhao Wuji!"
Flander's hand, which was holding a teacup, trembled. He quickly put it down, strode forward, and helped Qin Ming up with both hands. His shrewd, eagle-like eyes were filled with relief and excitement.
"Good lad! Get up! You're a teacher now, how can you still perform such a grand gesture?"
Zhao Wuji laughed even louder, and slapped Qin Ming's shoulder hard with his bear-paw-like hand, making Qin Ming stagger.
"You little rascal! I thought that team leader looked familiar on stage, and it turns out it really is you! You're doing quite well now, a teacher at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"
The three teachers and students sat down and reminisced, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
Looking at his two mentors, Qin Ming was filled with emotion:
"It is my fault that I have not been able to go back to visit my two teachers since I left the academy so many years ago."
"But..."
Qin Ming changed the subject, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Tonight's battle showed me the future of Shrek Academy. The talent of my juniors is far greater than mine was back then."
"Especially that team called the Shrek Seven Devils. Although they had some problems with their coordination, each of them is a gem in the rough."
Mentioning his students, Flander's face lit up with undisguised pride as he adjusted his crystal glasses.
"That's natural. Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. These kids are our last hope, these old bones."
At this point, Flander's expression became somewhat serious:
"Xiaoming, since you're also leading the team, you should be able to guess why we're going through all this trouble, right?"
Qin Ming nodded, his expression turning serious:
"It's for the All-Continent Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies, which will be held two years from now."
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