The strongest fighting force of the Royal Academy fell, and the other students were knocked down with little ability to resist.
The vigorous selection competition ended with such a dramatic ending.
It is said that the ancestor of the undead left with a dark face.
The Chi Yan team won the final victory, and the students of the Royal Academy were carried out of the competition field.
Zhan Ye, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his soul, standing aside blankly, with no joy of victory on his face. He stared blankly at his palms, with surprise and doubt mixed in his eyes.
"I said Zhan Ye, we all won, why are you not happy at all?" The smile on Xerox's face already showed his joy. The whole team was cheering, and Zhan Ye's silence became very abrupt.
"No...it's nothing." Zhan Ye came to his senses in a daze and put down his hand, with a somewhat forced smile on his face.
"It's good if we win. We can go back and tell the boss." Zhan Ye said.
"That's necessary! Let's go quickly!" Xerox said, hooking his arms around Zhan Ye's neck and humming a little tune.
The Ancestor of the Undead had left at the end of the game, and Kyle, as the person in charge of this trial, awarded the winner's crown to the Red Flame team.
The Chi Yan team returned to the hotel and began the carnival of victory, but Zhan Ye always seemed to be out of shape and fell into deep thought at every turn.
Shen Yanxiao was sitting at the table. The Xerox people around her were almost going crazy, but she was staring at Zhan Ye who was in a daze with interesting eyes, and a meaningful smile on her lips.
After partying all night long, the Chiyan team was finally freed from the long preparations for war.
But in the same hotel, the students of the Royal Academy stayed behind closed doors.
The Chiyan team's attack was still just right this time and did not cause any of their deaths, but the shadow of failure has shrouded the entire team.
Fengling was sitting alone in the room, her former splendor faded away. He curled up his legs and leaned against the bed, the frustration and loss in his eyes clearly evident.
At this moment, he was no longer the genius praised by people, but a pale and helpless young man.
"Fengling." Nok's voice sounded quietly outside the door.
Fengling immediately suppressed the frustration in her eyes, took a deep breath and got out of bed, touched her face hard, and opened the door expressionlessly.
"Teacher Nok, I'm sorry..." Fengling lowered her head, not daring to look at Nok's eyes.
This failure not only brought a huge blow to the students of the Royal Academy, but also had a certain impact on Knock's reputation.
"Let's go in and talk." Nok, who was always strict, was not as indifferent to Fengling as usual.
Entering the room, Fengling sat stiffly aside.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. It's because Luo Qiu, the loser, acted too hastily. I have already applied to the dean to expel him from the Royal Academy. Such trash does not deserve to stay in the academy." The failure made Nok angry, but he
He hasn't lost his mind yet. The growth in strength of the Chiyan team is indeed beyond his expectation. It can be said that even if the students of the Royal Academy are at their peak, it will be very difficult to defeat the opponent.
However, without Luo Qiu's stupidity, the Royal Academy would not have suffered such an ugly defeat.
Nok I's reputation was ruined, and he deeply regretted why he handed over his students to that loser Luo Qiu at the most critical moment.
Luo Qiukong was known as one of the top ten instructors of Minghuo Academy, but he had a useless head. He wanted to defeat Shen Yanxiao, but in the end he lost and lost even his last place to stay.