Looking at Dugu Yan's slightly alluring face and her swaying, voluptuous figure as she walked,
Ning Rongrong felt a pang of jealousy and inwardly annoyed.
She could only follow behind Ye Qiu and sit down beside him, with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing following suit.
As soon as they sat down, Ye Qiu's gaze fell on Ma Hongjun opposite them, a chilling smile playing on his lips as he looked at the somewhat apprehensive fat man.
Ye Lingling, sitting next to Dugu Yan, was also somewhat shocked by this scene. At this moment, she understood that Dugu Yan's worries were not unfounded.
Among the three women, the most striking was the one with the aloof and cold expression.
Her long, straight, flowing hair cascaded down naturally, making Zhu Zhuqing's face appear even more delicate and beautiful.
The black, tight-fitting leather outfit perfectly showcased her graceful figure, while the tight-fitting leather mini-skirt accentuated her perfect waist-to-hip ratio. Her long, slender legs, clad in delicate black stockings, were shapely and delicate.
Beside her, the charming Xiao Wu wore a pink top that clung tightly to her good figure, revealing her visible flexibility. Her red shorts added to her vibrant energy.
As for Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling knew her identity; her family background alone was enough to make her exceptionally dazzling—a princess in all her right!
Noticing Ye Lingling's strange gaze, Ye Qiu simply smiled and nodded in greeting.
Caught between Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan, he dared not let his gaze wander, and could only feed the little blue-haired girl in his arms.
This girl was actually Ye Qiu's sister?!
Tang San's gaze sharpened, and he dared not look any longer, but the doubt in his heart could not be dispelled.
What was this sudden feeling of intimacy and excitement?
"Dean Flander, these are the members of my Royal Fighting Team. Each of them has a soul power of over thirty-five." Qin Ming's words drew everyone's attention away from Ye Qiu. "Haha ...
truly geniuses, achieving so much at such a young age," Flander praised with a smile.
"Not at all... compared to my junior brothers, we might still be somewhat inferior," Qin Ming replied. He knew Shrek Academy's admission standards; breaking through to level twenty before the age of twelve was merely the threshold.
Qin Ming was aware of this, but the other members of the Royal Fighting Team were not.
As members of the Royal Fighting Team, each of them was a genius, and they felt a growing unease, their gazes towards Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others now carrying a scrutinizing quality.
Dai Mubai glared back without hesitation, but his previous demeanor was gone, replaced by a hint of effeminacy.
Even Yu Tianheng, who was somewhat interested in him, couldn't help but frown.
"Qin Ming, don't overpraise these little brats, lest they get arrogant!" Zhao Wuji's extremely rough voice carried a hint of smugness. He had personally tested Tang San and the others when they entered the academy, and he didn't think Qin Ming was wrong at all.
"I wonder when the Soul Battle starts?" Yu Xiaogang asked the question he was most concerned about. He needed to see just how high the Royal Fighting Team's stepping stone really was.
...
While the group was exchanging ideas,
all the lights hanging in the central Soul Battle Arena were turned on, and a roaring sound like ocean waves came from outside.
In the VIP room, a large, complete glass screen was embedded in the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a clear view of the battles in the Soul Battle Arena below and the audience's frenzy.
At this moment, as a host came on stage,
Qin Ming, whose attention had been slightly diverted, immediately noticed and stood up with a smile.
"Master, the timing is perfect, the Soul Battle is about to begin."
He then looked at the Royal Fighting Team members sitting on the sofa.
"Alright! Tianheng, you should head out now. Don't tarnish the reputation of our Royal Fighting Team!"
"Don't worry, Teacher Qin Ming, we'll definitely show them the strength of our Royal Fighting Team!" Yu Feng glanced at Tang San, especially at the unattractive, shrewish Ma Hongjun.
He thought, "He's supposed to be a handsome young man, how can he compete with such a fat pig?
" "That bastard Yu Feng is right, we'll definitely win." Oslo, unusually, didn't contradict him.
"Good, confidence is a good thing, but I want more than just a win, I want a beautiful win!" Qin Ming, having been the team leader for so long, naturally understood their arrogance.
Especially since they hadn't lost in recent times, it had only fueled their arrogance.
Qin Ming was also somewhat troubled; after all, being too proud could easily lead to underestimating their opponents. Their vision couldn't be limited to this small Soul Battle Arena!
Outside, the announcer's loud voice rang out.
"The first match is a team battle. The two opposing teams are the Berserker Team and the Royal Fighting Team. I think I don't need to introduce the Berserker Team much. If they can continue their valiant efforts and win a few more matches in the upcoming Soul Battles, they are very likely to set a record for the fastest time to reach the Silver Soul Battle rank in the Soto Grand Soul Battle Arena. The Royal Fighting Team, on the other hand, comes from the Empire's highest academy, composed of elites from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy. This Soul Battle is bound to be a fierce battle! Let's wait and see..."
"Now, please welcome the two teams to the stage!"
Hearing this, the members of the Royal Fighting Team also stood up. Yu Tianheng glanced at Yu Xiaogang again and then suppressed his doubts.
"Teacher Qin Ming, we'll go down first."
"Okay." Qin Ming nodded slightly, then looked at Xiao Lan, who was sitting on Ye Qiu's lap and hadn't moved yet. He smiled wryly and urged softly, "Xiao Lan, the Soul Battle has begun."
"Mmm." Xiao Lan quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and reluctantly left Ye Qiu's embrace. "Brother, wait for Xiao Lan, she'll be back soon!"
Ye Qiu smiled and raised an eyebrow at her slightly smudged face. Just as he was about to wipe it off, Xiao Lan ran up to Ye Lingling.
"Why is your face covered in juice this time?" Ye Lingling complained softly, looking at Xiao Lan's face, which was covered in juice. She took out her wet wipes and helped Xiao Lan clean it.
"Sister Lingling, it's all brother's fault, he stuffed too much in there."
Hearing this, Ye Lingling couldn't help but glance at the somewhat innocent Ye Qiu. He couldn't do anything about it; caught in the middle, he didn't dare to move around, so he could only pamper Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan rubbed her slightly sore cheeks and waved to Ning Rongrong and the others.
When she turned around and walked towards the door, her face quickly turned cold.
This change of expression left Ye Lingling, who was beside her, speechless.
After watching the Royal Fighting Team leave, Qin Ming gestured towards the door.
"Dean, Master, let's go to the viewing platform together; the view is clearer from there."