Chapter 57 If you want to play, play dirty

Luo Lan's expression was also grave. He had carefully considered before arranging this sparring session, but the result was even worse than he had imagined.

Bang...

A violent aura enveloped the entire venue, and the immense pressure and killing intent immobilized the five people completely. Then something seemed to fly past them at high speed from the side.

Boom...

It turned out to be a man over two meters tall, slamming into the left side of the venue like a pile of mud on the wall. His weight, combined with the tremendous force, made the entire venue tremble violently.

One second, two seconds, he slowly slid down like a mural.

The five people were stunned. Fantasia couldn't help but shudder, thinking, "If it were me, I'd be pulp."

Meanwhile, about ten meters away, the swordsman in the loose robe slowly retracted his left hand. Yes, he had just used the hilt of his sword to strike...

The venue fell silent, clearly shocked. The man, however, looked quite casual, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced at the five people by the door, one by one.

This time, there was no need for Old Wang to prompt; the five people instantly straightened their backs, feeling their necks stiffen.

Hei Wukai!

Even if they hadn't seen him in person, the reputation of the Eight Great Families was well-known. Just looking at the swordsman's attire, they could guess who he was.

And his opponent was clearly Meng Wu from the Black Rose, one of the three unbreakable tanks in the third year of Martial Dao Courtyard, known for being indestructible...

Fantasia swallowed hard, feeling weak in the knees. Meng Wu had once helped their mentor teach a class, someone who could take on their entire class: "Ah, Ah Feng, let's just leave... I don't want that signature!"

Kela and Wu Di's necks felt stiff, unable to turn. This speed, this destructive power—it was beyond anything they had ever heard of, almost supernatural.

This is why, despite their numbers and brute strength, the Beastmen remain at the bottom.

Winnie pursed her lips, thinking that they couldn't face the Datura Empire head-on; they needed to play dirty.

"Ah, sorry, we must have taken a wrong turn!" Old Wang said decisively, turning to leave.

What a joke! In a five-on-five team match, the captains also participate. They had thought it would be easy to handle student sparring, that a few words could settle everything.

But look at what just happened—would that speed give him a chance to speak?

Moreover, that strike was too brutal! Damn, a big guy like that turned into a mural on the wall...

"Hey, hey, no, this is the right place!" Mo Tong's excited voice echoed through the hall: "Wang Feng, Wang Feng, this is the place!"

Old Wang ignored him, but the other's speed was too fast. He rushed over enthusiastically, grabbing Old Wang's hand tightly and then happily shouted to the hall: "Your Highness! Senior Longmoer, Old Kai, this is Wang Feng! Wang Feng!"

Mo Tong's grin was about to split his face. At that moment, he wanted to sing.

"Senior Wang Feng, we've been waiting for you." Yin Fu also approached warmly, smiling genuinely.

"Ah, Junior Sister, I remember now, I have something important today." Wang Feng fumbled for words, his mind racing. He had to leave!

But the problem was, apart from Fantasia, no one else moved. Kela even took a step forward.

Damn, barbarians, don't they know to follow the captain's lead?

"Wang Feng, don't run. We agreed, even if the sky falls, we'll finish this first!" Mo Tong said, grinning seriously, his eyebrows curved as if he had never been more excited.

Senior Longmoer always said to be polite and not mock opponents... unless you can't help it.

Everyone looked at Mo Tong's twisted smile, confused. Old Wang felt very uneasy.

Everyone in the hall was watching them. Old Wang couldn't break free from Mo Tong's grip, feeling awkward.

"Junior Brother, cough, Junior Brother, who said I was running? Let go, let go! This isn't proper behavior," Old Wang finally managed to shake off Mo Tong's arm, but escape was impossible. He calmly greeted everyone: "Hello everyone, I saw you had important business, so I thought we could reschedule!"

Lucky Heaven wore a mask as usual, which changed subtly with his expressions, making it impossible to read his emotions.

"Captain Wang Feng, please wait." Longmoer smiled at Wang Feng. In such situations, Lucky Heaven usually didn't speak much, leaving most of the talking to him.

He turned to Luo Lan, bowed slightly, and smiled: "Captain Luo Lan, your courtesy is appreciated."

Luo Lan's expression was somewhat unnatural. The previous match between Meng Wu and Hei Wukai was the final bout of the team duel.

In the four matches before, Luo Lan had won against Mo Tong in a close call, but it seemed Mo Tong hadn't used his full strength. He couldn't point this out, though, as the other three matches were lost, including the supposedly sure win with Senna and Yin Fu.

To be honest, the Eight Great Families were terrifyingly strong, even stronger than expected. Especially Longmoer, who appeared gentle and courteous, had effortlessly overwhelmed Ma Tan with sheer witchcraft power.

Ma Tan might be lecherous, but his witchcraft power was among the best on the Rose side.

By the penultimate match, the Black Rose had already lost. The final match was merely a matter of pride.

Not that the Black Rose underestimated Hei Wukai, but Meng Wu, with his exceptional defense and experience, was a top-notch tank.

With just one strike, without even drawing his sword, he shattered Meng Wu's defenses, instantly defeating him. If not for the chest armor, the outcome would have been far worse.

The Black Rose lost, and lost thoroughly, almost humiliatingly.

"Skill inferiority, heart acceptance," Luo Lan stood up, showing no sign of resentment or embarrassment, smiling naturally: "You truly are the elites of the Datura Empire. The Rose Holy Sanctuary relies on you this year."

"Captain Luo Lan, Her Highness hasn't decided whether to participate," Longmoer smiled kindly. It was their privilege; although they had formed a team, whether they would join the Hero Tournament depended on Lucky Heaven's decision, which even Karida couldn't influence.

Luo Lan glanced at Lucky Heaven, who showed no reaction. In truth, Luo Lan had hoped to use his identity to connect with Lucky Heaven, but he couldn't even get a word in.

Given his status, he could ignore anyone in the League of Blades.

"I hope to become comrades-in-arms with Her Highness. As for these few..." Luo Lan looked at Old Wang's team, trying to shift attention and ease his own embarrassment.

"This is the second match we scheduled today," Longmoer smiled, turning to look at Old Wang's team.

I've heard Yin Fu and Mo Tong talk about that Wang Feng countless times. He's the one who can make Mo Tong speechless with anger and earn Yin Fu's respect and admiration. He must have some skills, but the way he turned and walked away just now revealed his cowardice. A person like that... doesn't deserve the title of warrior.

From this point of view, Mo Tong's judgment is correct. He's nothing more than a clown, perhaps with some talent in potions and runes, but he won't amount to much. Character and class determine one's height.

Ma Tan, on the other hand, lacks Luo Lan's outward composure. Already frustrated by being overwhelmed by Longmoer earlier, and now even Meng Wu was defeated instantly; it's humiliating. Seeing Wang Feng and the others only made him angrier. "You bunch of useless idiots, are you here to embarrass yourselves? I could kill you all with one finger!"

Old Wang sighed.

"Little Ma, keep a low profile. Everyone here has beaten you up just like the Eight Tribes."

"You're asking for death!" Ma Tan's expression turned vicious. Last time, he was at Wang Feng's mercy, but this time, he wouldn't be blamed, not even by Principal Karida.

But Luo Lan gently held back Ma Tan.