Ye Xinglan’s intensity left everyone in the audience stunned. She didn’t have a full set of battle armor, yet she still put Mo Jue on the defensive. She showed them all that even a soul master could stand up to a battle armor master.
The Holy Spirit Douluo carried Ye Xinglan back to her teammates. “I didn’t wake her. She didn’t suffer any permanent injuries, but she pushed herself too far. She needs rest. She won’t be able to participate in the other matches. ”
Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan took Ye Xinglan from Yali’s arms. The douluo’s words were stern, but when they looked at her, they could only see warmth in her face.
Yali smiled at them. “She’s quite amazing, isn’t she?”
None of the students said anything. Their eyes blazed with determination. In their hearts, Ye Xinglan hadn’t lost. She only had four soul rings and still she pushed a five-ringed battle armor master to the brink of defeat! It was clear that Mo Jue was in no condition to take part in the following matches. Ye Xinglan was the true winner of this battle.
Yuanen Yehui walked over to Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan, took Ye Xinglan from their arms, and carried her to a quiet place where she could rest.
As he watched Yuanen Yehui depart, Tang Wulin glanced at Gu Yue. She nodded at him in return.
“We have to win the team battle,” Tang Wulin said. He and the others hadn’t hoped to win this competition against the third grade, but the scene of Ye Xinglan charging through a tempest of feathers, the way she penetrated Mo Jue’s armor and drew blood, all of it ignited something deep within them. They finally found their resolve.So what if they’re one-word battle armor masters? Who said we can’t beat them? We’ll do it. We will win.
All the first grade students in the stands were quiet. They had lost the match, so none were cheering, but Ye Xinglan’s tenacity had moved them so much that it got their blood boiling.
In the front row, Luo Guixing, Xu Yucheng, Yang Nianxia, and Zheng Yiran sat in stunned silence. They used to believe that one day they would catch up to Tang Wulin’s team. That if they worked hard and put in the effort, they would be able to match them. Now they understood that the gap between them would never close. It only grew larger. Ye Xinglan’s strength was something they couldn’t even hope to overcome. The disparity between them was becoming insurmountable!
Luo Guixing clenched his fists, his fingernails cutting into his palms and drawing blood.
Xu Yucheng, on the other hand, was trembling. From beginning to end, his gaze never left Ye Xinglan.
“She’s a goddess,” he suddenly said. “From today onward, I will worship her.”
The others raised a brow at him, but he ignored them. His lips were pressed tight together. His eyes were shining. They held no despair, only a thirst for battle. Ye Xinglan’s battle helped him to finally understand what his own path was.Who cares if I’m frail? That my spirit soul
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