Chapter 91: Chapter 90: Xiao San, It’s Cold Outside, Go Rest Early!
The referee remained dazed for a long time until Zhu Zhuqing, frowning, prompted him, "Isn't it time to make a ruling?"
Finally snapping back to his senses, the referee looked at the young girl in front of him, his gaze full of admiration.
"I declare the Rongqing team the winners!"
As Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong left the two-on-two arena, the others in their group had also completed their battles. It was a day of victory for everyone—except for Zhu Zhuqing, who had lost to Tang San, the rest had won their battles.
Only Yun Feng had no opponent after waiting for a long time. It wasn't that the Great Spirit Arena lacked Spirit Masters of the Spirit Ancestor level, but Yun Feng's luck was unusually poor. His arrival didn't align with any scheduled matches, as duels above the Spirit Ancestor level were typically booked in advance to draw larger crowds and sell tickets.
When the team gathered around Yun Feng, they asked, "Where's the Dean?"
Yun Feng chuckled, replying, "I don't know. He told us to head back after finishing our matches."
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun seemed to understand, nodding without a word, while the others were less interested.
So, they left the arena, still hearing cheers from inside. Although Yun Feng didn't feel much about the day's events, Zhu Zhuqing and the others found the experience valuable. The fight against the Tie brothers especially gave her insight into the true power of weapon-based spirits.
Every spirit has unique traits; when used effectively, each can yield tremendous results. While she and Rongrong were stronger in terms of raw power, underestimating their opponents had nearly cost them the fight.
In battles between Spirit Masters, knowing an opponent's abilities is crucial. Without this knowledge, one must proceed with utmost caution—even lower-ranked Spirit Masters may possess lethal skills.
While Yun Feng and the group laughed and chatted, Ma Hongjun suddenly interrupted, "You guys head back first. The Dean asked me to go to his place."
He spoke with a hint of excitement in his small, twinkling eyes. Dai Mubai smirked knowingly, though Yun Feng, privy to the situation, barely held back his laughter.
"Alright, go easy," he said.
"Dai, are you going?" Ma Hongjun asked.
"Nope. Get moving," Dai Mubai retorted, giving him a half-annoyed look before glancing at Tang San, who, sensing the glance, turned around but saw nothing.
Ma Hongjun, oblivious to Dai Mubai's look, was flushed with excitement.
"Let's go! Didn't you say women aren't people but resources?"
Dai Mubai, unable to hold back any longer, snapped, "Get lost! My taste isn't that bad."
A bit disgruntled, Ma Hongjun huffed but, intimidated by Dai Mubai's piercing gaze, held his tongue and left.
"Dai, what's that pervy fatso up to?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously.
Dai Mubai's tone was straightforward, "You called him pervy—what else could he be doing? He needs an outlet."
Xiao Wu chimed in, unimpressed, "So he's off to bother some poor girl? I wonder if his martial spirit mutation is related to his personality."
Tang San replied, "It's not exactly harming anyone, Xiao Wu. Haven't you heard of places called courtesan houses?"
Xiao Wu's face twisted in disbelief, "Are you saying the Dean would take Ma Hongjun to that kind of place?"
Yun Feng couldn't help but laugh. He was familiar with such establishments from his previous life and had no particular interest in visiting, especially not the type Ma Hongjun frequented. After all, he had a discerning eye.
Dai Mubai explained, "It's a necessity. Besides that flaw, Ma Hongjun's spirit is one of the strongest beast spirits, and he's the Dean's direct disciple. Giving up training or watching him die from uncontrolled power would be unthinkable."
At this point, Zhu Zhuqing spoke up unexpectedly, "Then why do you say women aren't people, just resources?"
A heavy silence fell over the group as they processed her question. It wasn't until she'd pointed it out that everyone grasped the implications. Cold sweat dripped down Dai Mubai's face, aware of the strong-willed women in their group.
Thinking carefully, Dai Mubai finally replied, "Zhu Zhuqing, don't read too much into it. I admit I said something foolish when I was younger, but I regret it now. You all know how I am now, so this is all on Fatty. Don't hold it against me!"
The night was beautifully illuminated by the moon, and in the moonlight, they spotted someone waiting outside—it was Oscar, looking worn out.
Oscar was soaked with sweat, his face a mixture of frustration and exhaustion as he cast a resentful look at Yun Feng and the others.
Oscar had been fine initially, assuming his punishment was just part of training. But halfway through, he'd realized the field was empty. No one was around.
After asking the other teachers, he'd discovered the others had gone out and left him behind.
Seeing Tang San, he held back a shout and instead, smiling sheepishly, asked Dai Mubai, "Boss Dai, where did you guys go? Why'd you leave me at the academy alone?"
Dai Mubai suddenly remembered they'd forgotten Oscar in their hurry to leave. He wanted to blame the Dean for leading them out, though he kept the thought to himself, choosing to comfort Oscar before they all returned.
Yun Feng, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong headed to their quarters, leaving Tang San standing outside, watching them with envy.
Xiao Wu, feeling a pang of sympathy, called back to him, "Xiao San, it's cold out here. Go rest early!"
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