Chapter 113 Whoever becomes the captain will be embarrassed

And then there were Fantasia and Wu Di. They weren't as lively; they had already worn themselves out from wrestling. At this moment, they clutched each other's collars, bruised and battered, sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

Old Wang and Winnie both felt a chill run down their spines, exchanging a glance.

They thought everyone had been training so hard and diligently that there would be some improvement. But this... What kind of mess had they trained into? It was worse than when they fought the Eight Tribes last time, at least then they had some individual style!

At this level, whoever became the captain would be embarrassed. There was no point in competing anymore.

"Winnie, don't you want to be the captain?" Old Wang said with a sigh. "I think we don't need to compete anymore. From now on, you'll be the captain of our Old Wang team!"

Winnie shuddered all over. "Captain, what are you saying? I just wanted to motivate them. You're our eternal captain!"

If she got stuck with this responsibility, the Li family's reputation would be ruined.

Old Wang wasn't afraid of embarrassment but spoke meaningfully. "Don't say that, Winnie. You're so strong; it's a waste for you to be under me..."

"Stop it!" Winnie glared, her resolve firm this time.

These four hopeless cases were likely beyond saving. She didn't want others mentioning these losers and adding 'their captain Winnie' afterward. Who could she pass the blame to if she were the captain?

"Alright!" Old Wang feigned disappointment, sighing. "The college summary is coming soon. These guys will probably be at the bottom of the daily scores. I don't mind, but imagine how embarrassing it will be for our Old Wang team on stage. Even though you're not the captain, you'll still be standing there, becoming the background to their shame. Your reputation will be tarnished by these losers..."

Winnie's ears perked up, her eyes wide open, imagining the scene.

She had never been so humiliated before.

"Stop! No more fighting!" she shouted toward the practice field.

She had seen enough of these amateurs fighting. Watching them any longer would shorten her lifespan!

She decided to unify their training.

She must have been too gentle with them before, allowing them to bounce around and waste time every day.

But things would be different from now on.

She would increase the intensity, push them to their limits, and make them give it their all. She wouldn't stop until one or two of them collapsed every day.

The four of them stopped, panting heavily, looking at Winnie in confusion.

Everyone thought they were doing well, in top form, and the fight was intense. It was the crucial moment to determine the winner!

What was going on with this sudden interruption?

"Winnie, why the interruption? Give me another half hour, and I'll definitely win!" Fantasia shouted.

His opponent must have cheated. With his performance today, he should have won long ago.

Winnie's face turned grim as she flipped her soul card, speaking coldly. "From today on, all four of you are under my command! Wake up, you bunch of amateurs. I'll show you what real hell is like!"

...

To be honest, during the past week, everyone except Old Wang had really pushed themselves. Fantasia, in particular, had to endure double training from Winnie and Mo Tong.

Winnie was relentless, with morning magic bear drills, afternoon fireball drills, and evening mixed human-beast combat. She was determined to shape these losers into something presentable.

But it proved futile, even counterproductive.

The Old Wang team members were already weak, and with Winnie's daily grueling training, they were exhausted like dead dogs. Their classroom performance suffered, leading to lower scores from instructors.

When the final composite scores came out, Winnie's average was mediocre due to excessive absences. The Soul Beast Academy instructors were lenient, but the rest were at the bottom.

Old Wang, being non-combat, didn't affect the average, but the Old Wang team predictably landed at the bottom of the elimination list. If they couldn't improve by the next test, they would lose their admission qualifications.

Everyone was waiting to see how Principal Karida would handle this "promoted" team.

Blue, the handsome guy, appeared, representing Brother Da to threaten and warn them.

Taking Brother Da's advance money without results was a death sentence.

Old Wang felt wronged. Even raising pigs took time, right?

Moreover, he had a perfect score in the Rune Academy. Why wasn't it added?

Was this discrimination?

Brother Da must be doing this on purpose.

This damned Karida. The richest man decided that once back on Earth, the updated version would not only make Karida kneel at the entrance of Sun City but also put a dog collar around her neck, engraved with 'Old Wang's Lackey.' He would also punish her to bark fifty times a day, depending on her attitude towards him!

However, on second thought, the poor team performance wasn't entirely bad.

There was no room for further decline; the only way was up. Every step forward would be progress, and the credit would go to the captain.

Thinking this way, Old Wang felt better.

Life was already tough enough; why make it harder? It was just about the scores; everything needed perspective!

Wang Feng had been staying at the Foundry recently.

Lao Luo had arranged a dormitory for him at the Foundry, which was excellent—a one-bedroom, two-hall suite. This was almost on par with a typical instructor's quarters, reserved for senior students pursuing advanced studies. It was better than his conditions at the Rune Academy.

The dormitory at the Rune Academy had been taken over by the team as an office, where they came and went freely. Fantasia had keys, but Winnie, being unrefined, often burned locks, making it impossible to keep changing them. Moving to the Foundry gave Old Wang some peace.

Wait, someone was here!

Old Wang sensed he was being watched again.

The new dormitory was slightly off-center since the 'senior' seniors preferred quiet. The empty path was occupied only by Old Wang.

At this time, it was night. The night wind rustled through the tree canopies, making a rustling sound that, combined with the full moon overhead, gave a sense of a dark and windy night perfect for murder.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Old Wang's forehead as his senses spread further.

Frankly speaking, the other party’s murderous intent was leaking out; they seemed not very adept at hiding it, and there was also a hint of frenzied lightning energy.

Old Wang felt slightly relieved. As long as it wasn't someone from the Nine Gods, it was likely just a disciple from the academy who didn’t like him, hiding here to give him a nasty surprise.

Damn, being handsome always invites jealousy.

Old Wang stopped abruptly, intending to call out the other party's presence to catch them off guard. But then he saw a burst of dazzling lightning shoot out from the tree canopy on the left.

His pupils contracted sharply. Fortunately, he had sensed something earlier. Without time to think, he rolled to the left to avoid it.

Boom!

The lightning spell struck where Old Wang had been standing, leaving a scorched and cracked pit in the stone floor.

The first ambush failed, but the attacker clearly wasn’t giving up. A figure emerged from the woods like a gust of wind, wearing black clothes and a mask, with bright eyes shining in the darkness. As they swooped down, they casually threw another attack.

Boom!

The second and third lightning balls rushed towards Old Wang with blinding speed.

"Help! Murder!"

Old Wang fled in panic. Even if this didn’t kill him, it would certainly hurt badly. It must be Ma Tan, that fool. Well, this could be a chance to settle things once and for all.

Seeing Wang Feng shouting, the masked man grew agitated and instantly launched seven or eight more lightning balls, one after another, aiming to silence the boy.

Swish, swish, swish...

In the darkness, a flash of cold light split the charging lightning balls into halves, dissipating them into threads of electricity that vanished into the air.

The black-clothed figure, who had swooped out from the woods, suddenly halted, facing the broad-shouldered man who stood protectively before Old Wang.

Hei Wu Kai!

His distinctive build and aura made him unmistakable, even without seeing his face.

"Move aside, don’t meddle!" The black-clothed man growled hoarsely: "This is between Judgment and Rose!"

Hei Wu Kai jingled his sword scabbard, having just used it to shatter the lightning. He smiled slightly, neither moving nor responding.

The black-clothed man raised an eyebrow, gathering lightning in his hand. His technique was swift, and he fired a lightning arrow with incredible speed.

Whoosh!

The broad-shouldered man did not dodge. Instead, he reached out and caught the arrow, crushing it with a loud pop. The black-clothed man had already fled.

Hei Wu Kai had no intention of chasing him; he was not interested in that guy. His interest lay in the person behind him.

Old Wang, dusting himself off, was quite pleased. "Brother Hei Wu Kai, you arrived just in time..."

Before he could finish his praise,

Swish, swish, swish!

Sharp sword qi suddenly erupted in front of Old Wang. Hei Wu Kai turned abruptly, his terrifying soul power enveloping the area around him, and the Night Demon Fang Sword was unsheathed!

"Die!"

Old Wang closed his eyes.

Gulp!

Old Wang swallowed hard, not daring to move. His neck was probably bleeding, stinging painfully.

It was truly out of the frying pan and into the fire. Just when he thought he had escaped danger, he found himself in another perilous situation. Who had he offended?

Where was Brother Lan? Where was Brother Ji? This was their territory! How could so many random people get in?

"Why didn't you fight back?" Hei Wu Kai asked coldly.

Though he was certain the other party wouldn’t kill him, the blade was genuinely sharp, and his legs were trembling.

"Brother Kai, what’s going on? I don’t remember any grudge between us," Old Wang said calmly, though he couldn’t help but be tense with the sword still at his throat. He dared not even wipe his sweat for fear of accidentally cutting himself: "I’m friends with Mo Tong and Yin Fu. We can talk things out if there’s any misunderstanding..."

"Answer my question." Hei Wu Kai’s voice was icy: "Why didn’t you fight back?"