"This... how could this be!"
Hu Liena couldn't believe her ears. The Pope actually said she wanted to share a man with her?
No!
Suddenly, Hu Liena realized something even more serious.
It wasn't that the Pope was willing to share a husband with her.
It was that the Pope actually liked that Ye Qiu?! How could this be
? "Surprised? Of course, if it weren't for that bitch of your teacher, I would have already run away with him
." Ignoring Hu Liena's astonishment
, Bibi Dong stated to Hu Liena as if stating a fact.
"T-Teacher, could it be that she also..."
Hu Liena looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief.
"Hmph! Anyway, no matter what, if you want to die, you'd better ask that bitch first! I will teach you... it's just a condition she made after losing to her."
Bibi Dong didn't say anything more.
Holding her scepter, followed by Ling Yuan Douluo, she slowly left.
"..."
Hu Liena stood there for a long time.
She really couldn't understand the sisterly relationship between her teacher and the Pope.
Why is it so bad?!
There's no time to think about it.
Ahead, Ye Qiu and the others were already running in groups towards the restaurants in Wuhun City.
"Ye Qiu,"
Hu Liena gritted her teeth.
Looking at the only green leaf among the myriad flowers, she wanted to hate him, but couldn't bring herself to.
Instead, a strange urge to follow
them stirred within her. After Ye Qiu and the others left
, Xie Yue helped Yan slowly approach Hu Liena.
Yan's face was pale.
"Nana, do you think we still have a chance to win?"
Hu Liena composed herself.
She replied, "That depends on how much Tang San can recover."
Xie Yue smiled bitterly.
"But sister, Ye Qiu's Blue Tyrant Academy seems to have no energy left. Even if we luckily win the Royal Battle, Blue Tyrant will be powerless."
"..."
Hu Liena, of course, understood this.
Gritting her teeth, she said, "Brother, we've already lost, we absolutely can't give up!"
"That's right, Nana's right... cough cough!"
Yan couldn't finish his concurring words before coughing.
"Sigh, that's all we can do."
Xie Yue shook his head helplessly.
Before the competition, they were so full of vigor.
But now, they were out of the running for the championship, and might even only be able to finish third.
Ever since Ye Qiu and Tang San's battle ended
, even at their peak, using the Spirit Fusion Skill with Hu Liena,
Xie Yue didn't think they could win.
"Hmm,"
Hu Liena nodded blankly.
She had never told Xie Yue and Yan about her sixth spirit skill.
But Xie Yue sensed something
and cautiously asked,
"Sister, what exactly is your sixth spirit skill?"
Hu Liena's face paled slightly, and she shook her head, pursing her red lips.
"Nothing much, just a way to control people, I... can't use it anymore."
"What?! Is it a backlash?"
Yan and Xie Yue were shocked.
The sixth spirit skill is crucial for every spirit master.
It was one of the six soul skills that could conserve soul power after activating the True Soul
, arguably the best offensive skill slot.
And it was gone just like that?!
This loss was no less than a ten-thousand-year soul bone, or perhaps even greater!
"Is there no way to restore it?"
Xie Yue clenched his fists helplessly.
As the older brother, he hadn't protected his younger sister.
"Perhaps it's possible."
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Hu Liena shook her head; she wasn't sure either.
But she was certain that Ye Qiu existed in her heart. Every time she used her sixth soul skill, she would consider him. Subconsciously, she had already accepted that she was his woman, and everything about her belonged to him.
Hu Liena clenched her fists, feeling more powerless the more she resisted.
"Brother, let's go. Let's hurry up and prepare for the afternoon's match."
...
The Blue Tyrant Academy team was having dinner with Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, and the others. Ning Rongrong, knowing Ye Qiu's low alcohol tolerance, readily took over the task
of getting Huo Wu and the other girls drunk , perfectly demonstrating what it meant to have a huge capacity for alcohol. Even Xiao Lan, who had supposedly been abstaining from alcohol for a long time, was flushed. No one knew how much she had secretly drunk. ... Meanwhile, the Royal Fighting Team wasn't so relaxed. "Uncle, what should we do next? Will Tang San recover in time?" Yu Tianheng, Yu Xiaogang, and the others were all by Tang San's bedside. Apart from Yu Feng, Shi Mo, and other familiar faces from the Royal Fighting Team, everyone else was seriously injured. They were only willing to risk their lives because of Tang San's guarantee. "All we can do now is trust Xiao San." Yu Xiaogang covered his lisp, his face still a mess of swollen teeth. Tang San, still lying on the bed, his body charred black, had stopped convulsing. "That's outrageous!" Dai Mubai, his fingers twirling, stormed in, cursing. He wore a mask; having been publicly stripped of his pants, he couldn't show his face in Wuhun City. Flander was with him. "Flander, Mubai, how is it? Can we find a healing-type Soul Master?" Yu Xiaogang asked anxiously. "Sigh," Flander sighed. "In Wuhun City, the holy land of Soul Masters, how could we not find a healing-type Soul Master?" "Master, those bastards are asking for exorbitant prices; they don't want to help us at all!" Dai Mubai's sharp voice made the others frown. "What's going on?!" Yu Xiaogang was completely bewildered. "Yes, Dean Bai, what exactly did they ask for? What made you all so angry?" Ma Hongjun, clutching his still-bleeding body, had turned pale with anger. Bai Chenxiang hadn't held back much when dealing with Ma Hongjun. "They actually kept asking for a ten-thousand-year soul bone! They're insatiable!" Flander's face was ashen; he had never seen a more opportunistic merchant. "More than that, they demand a ten-thousand-year soul bone for every patient they treat, and they charge by the hour!" Dai Mubai couldn't help but add. "What?!" Yu Xiaogang, Ma Hongjun, and Shi Mo all exclaimed in shock. "The Spirit Hall must have done something!" Yu Tianheng's face was ashen as he slammed his fist on the table. "I never expected Bibi Dong to be so ruthless!" Yu Xiaogang stared at the pig-faced man, his eyes filled with hatred. Gritting his teeth, he took it upon himself to say, "Flander, tell them we're willing to pay the price of a ten-thousand-year soul bone to have them heal my disciple Tang San!" "But Xiao Gang...where would we get a ten-thousand-year soul bone?" Flander asked , puzzled. Yu Xiaogang lowered his hand from his mouth, hunched over, and put his hands behind his back. "Do you really think that after Tang San wakes up, he won't be able to lead Tianheng and the others to the championship?" (End of Chapter)