Tang San stood erect in the rest area, full of vigor and enthusiasm.
His purple eyes shimmered with an arrogant glow.
He looked down at his hands, which were trembling continuously at the moment.
"It seems I can't quite contain my excitement."
"Luo Yu, are you ready?"
"My Hao Tian Hammer has been thirsting for your flesh and blood for quite some time."
He turned to scan the other six members of his team, his lips curving upwards.
Before the final match, "You six, give me all your support abilities later on."
"Then stand at the side of the field a bit further away, so my attacks don't hit you. Just enjoy my splendid performance."
"Yes!"
The six could feel an overwhelming confidence exuding from Tang San, striking them straight on.
In an instant, they felt that Luo Yu, whom they should have been wary of before, was now nothing more than an easy target.
They were utterly inflated by Tang San's encouragement.
They felt as though they could already see the championship beckoning to them.
They were eager for the match on the field to start quickly, to begin the final rapidly.
In the last match before the finals, as the announcer read out, it was Tianshui Academy against Shrek Academy.
At this moment, the girls from both teams were clinging to Luo Yu's side.
Upon hearing the outcome,
The girls from Shrek and the Heavenly Water Girl Group exchanged looks, all smirking and shaking their heads bitterly,
"How annoying, why did our two teams have to be drawn together before the finals."
Shui Yue'er pursed her red lips, her voice full of grievance.
"Exactly, it's so bothersome. It would have been much better to meet in the finals," Ning Rongrong said, shaking her head repeatedly.
Xiaowu laughed, "Since we've been drawn together, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just go up there and have a few exchanges, sisters."
"Mhm." Shui Bing'er, who had been quietly by the side, simply nodded.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly, "Let's agree on something first, Brother Yu, you're not allowed to join in."
"Otherwise, it would just be too shameless."
"Exactly, if Brother Yu joins in, we might as well just surrender," Zhu Zhuyun said, rolling her eyes.
After a short delay, the announcer on the stage began to urge them.
"Please have the contestants quickly come onto the stage!"
Ning Rongrong, the little witch, got heated up immediately, pouting her red lips and glaring, "What's the rush, can't you see we're discussing how to fight?"
The announcer looked astounded, all his words stuck in his throat.
The audience around the arena wore bizarre expressions.
"Discussing?"
"Are... are they blatantly going to fix the match?"
Seeing his own women still discussing how hard to hit,
Luo Yu said, "Just go up and compete normally, give it your all, and display everything you've got."
"As Soul Masters, it's normal to shed blood and break skin. Although I'll feel sorry for whoever gets hurt, one cannot grow without fighting."
"You all are my women, and although I'll protect you, I hope you can also carve out your own paths."
Zhu Zhuqing and Shui Bing'er were the first to ponder, savoring Luo Yu's words.
Ning Rongrong rolled her beautiful eyes, pouted her small mouth, and whispered into Luo Yu's ear, "If we really go all out, and your little bunny is blasted by the other side, let's see if you'd feel sorry then."
Luo Yu glared at her, saying irritably, "Do you think Bing'er and the others are that harsh?"
"Hee hee, I was just joking," Ning Rongrong laughed, "I understand what Brother Yu means. If we fight all out, Lingling and I can heal any injuries in an instant, so naturally there's nothing to worry about."
Luo Yu nodded.
"If there's no problem, then go ahead and get on the stage."
"Just a warning in advance, you can fight, but if anyone really gets angry, I'll have to spank them."
The women's cheeks instantly turned rosy, and Zhu Zhuqing murmured shyly, "Brother Yu, there are over a hundred thousand spectators watching."
"It would be so embarrassing to get spanked."
Luo Yu waved his hand, "Go on up quickly, or the referees are going to die of old age waiting."
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The women, like fairies, leapt up gracefully in unison and floated onto the stage.
Shrek's side fielded Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuyun, Xiaowu, Ning Rongrong, and Ye Lingling—five women in total.
As for the Tianshui Battle Team, they put forward Shui Yue'er and six others.
Twelve women stood together on the field, instantly blooming like a stunning array of flowers.
The elegant figures, the long lean legs sheathed in silk stockings, and the iconic huge breasts of Xue Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.
Almost drew all the spectators' eyes toward them.
In an instant, who knew how many hearts they captivated, sparking a swell of discussions all around.
"So beautiful, they're just too beautiful."
"Damn it, I just realized, what's so good about all this fighting and killing? This is the right way to enjoy the competition!"
"The Heavenly Water Girl Group, yyds!!!!"
"Get lost, the Shrek ladies are the most dazzling."
"Kids are the ones who choose sides, I love both teams."
"Tut, dude, save it, even if you love them, they don't love you back. Haven't you seen their ambiguous relationship with Luo Yu?"
"Awoo, can this guy handle two women at once? Not even leaving one for us?"
"Has he monopolized all the goddesses?"
The more charmed everyone was by the twelve beauties flaunting their charms on stage, the more jealous they became when looking at Luo Yu.
They all hoped someone would come along and put the guy in his place.
Luo Yu sat in the rest area of Tianshui Academy, feeling the hundreds of malicious gazes cast upon him.
After pondering for a moment,
He reached out his arm, drawing Ah Yin, who had been massaging his shoulders, into his embrace.
Clasping her delicate and soft waist, he kissed her snowy forehead amidst her surprised exclamations.
Ah Yin blushed and pulled back like a startled deer; Luo Yu's smile widened, and his eyes swept around him.
"Thorns!"
"This guy is just too damn bad, clearly showing off PDAs?"
Another onlooker said tearfully, "Brother, you got it wrong. This isn't showing off PDAs; this is practically executing them."
Some looked up to the heavens, repeatedly asking,
"Why, what am I lacking? Why can this guy live such an awesome life?"
"Is it because I'm not lame?"
In an instant, the surroundings quieted down, the audience members looking at each other as if they had discovered some sort of secret.
At this moment, Davis walked out of the competitor's passage with an elder, entering the rest area.
Davis was dispirited, for he had searched all over Tiandou City without any luck finding Zhu Zhuyun.
When his gaze fell on the competing arena, he spotted that lively black-haired beauty and was electrified.
Davis cried out, his finger trembling as he pointed at the arena.
"Uncle Wang, isn't that Zhu Zhuyun?!!!"
"Yes, you're not mistaken," the elder nodded.
Laughing, Davis got excited, "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, and to think I'd find her here."
"Fate, indeed."
"Congratulations, Your Highness the Crown Prince, for finding the Crown Princess Consort," the elder congratulated with a gesture.
Davis's eyes were glued to the stage, then he let out a soft exclamation.
"What's going on? Why is Zhu Zhuyun fighting side-by-side with her sister, Zhu Zhuqing?"
"Wasn't she supposed to be chasing Zhu Zhuqing to kill her? Why are they together now?"
Suddenly, the elder was also shocked, his expression quite stirred.
"Your... Your... Your Highness!"
"What are you stammering for?" Davis turned and swept his gaze over.
"Look at the Crown Princess Consort's cultivation level quickly!"
"What's there to see? Don't I already know her? Are you really so shocked?" Davis said with a laugh.
"The Crown Princess Consort's cultivation level has reached that of a Soul King! And not just any Soul King," the elder swallowed hard.
"What?"
Davis was astonished.
He quickly turned to look at the stage.
When he saw Zhu Zhuyun issue a clear cry, revealing her five Soul Rings and radiating a formidable aura,
he was dumbstruck in an instant.
"This... What's going on here?"
"How did Zhu Zhuyun's cultivation level suddenly become so terrifying?"