Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 93 Afterwards
"Xi Xi, Yao Haoxuan, and Gongyang Mo are all dead."

"Chen Zifeng has been poisoned and his meridians have been severely damaged. I'm afraid his future..."

Xuanzi sat in the woods, listening quietly to the examination results from Elder Du and the others. Every word he heard sent shivers down his spine, and the grief and resentment he felt almost overflowed, swirling around him.

“Dai Yueheng, Dai Yueheng, he…”

Old Du paused, his tone unreadable, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "I was almost shot through the chest by Ma Xiaotao."

"Although my physique and soul skills protected my internal organs, they were eventually eroded by that evil fire and my lungs are still not fully healed."

"And Ling Luochen..."

Old Du glanced at the Shrek Academy group resting behind him. The usually aloof and taciturn Ling Luochen was now sitting at the corner of the group with Dai Yueheng, motionless as if admiring the scenery.

"Her amputation was clean, and the wound was sealed with frost. Overall, the injury wasn't too serious. Apart from the irreparable loss of the limb, it could be considered—"

"He was the least injured among the Seven Freaks."

The injury is the least severe.

Upon hearing these words, Xuanzi closed his eyes in immense pain, unable to express even the deep sorrow in his heart, forced to process it all on his own.

Although Elder Du and the others did not say it explicitly, he understood what they meant.

This generation of the Seven Freaks is almost completely ruined.

It was ruined by that Gluttonous Douluo.

"Then I'll take my men back first..."

Feeling guilty for his dereliction of duty, Xuanzi spoke in a deep voice, then paused, turning to look at Elder Du: "Ling Luochen and Dai Yueheng...?"

"In theory, they could indeed continue to participate in the competition."

Elder Du lowered his head slightly, concealing his expression: "Compared to Chen Zifeng, the two of them have not suffered severe damage to their meridians. As long as they receive treatment from a Soul Saint or higher, they can recover to the point of being able to fight again in two weeks, although their combat strength may be somewhat reduced."

"……forget it."

Xuanzi sighed heavily: "The children have already endured enough; they should not have to bear such a heavy burden any longer."

This generation of the Seven Devils is practically defunct, and the team has been decimated. Rather than continuing to put pressure on the two injured members, it would be better to take advantage of the remaining time to fly back to Shrek Academy and select a new batch of starters.

Shrek Academy has no shortage of geniuses.

Even teams organized in emergency situations can barely manage to compete and vie for a ranking.

The only pity is—

"It seems that Shrek's championship title, which has lasted for thousands of years, is about to be handed over to someone else."

……

Xuanzi led all seven members of the Seven Devils back to the academy, leaving only Wang Yan as the leader of the group for this trip.

Therefore, the remaining few people could only be led by him, a five-ring Soul King, to continue to Star Luo City to participate in this competition as a reserve team.

"Huh? We're really going to play?"

Xiao Xiao's face, which had just begun to recover, turned pale again: "But... can we win?"

"But that's all we can do now."

Wang Yan habitually wiped his glasses, which had almost become his way of relieving the pressure of his turbulent emotions: "All the regular team members have lost their ability to fight, and nearly half of them have even been killed... The only thing I can do is to believe in your strength."

Regardless, he was also the team leader for this competition, and Xuanzi's failure to take good care of him should also be partly his fault.

Besides, his mission as a team leader is to participate in the competition and win the championship! Now he's being asked to lead the reserve team to Xingluo City and voluntarily withdraw from the competition?
Does he have that authority?
Can he shoulder this responsibility?

Wang Yan was merely a Soul King with some knowledge of martial spirits. Faced with these problems that were almost driving him to his death, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

"Alright, everyone, there's no need to worry too much." Wang Yan forced a smile and glanced at everyone: "Think about it~ At Elder Xuan's speed, you'll probably only have to wait a few preliminary matches before the inner court seniors come to reinforce you."

"It's just the preliminary round! I believe this task won't be too difficult for you Shrek Academy's little geniuses. After all, the main players from other academies are only at the third or fourth level, and their martial souls and spirit ring configurations are even inferior to yours."

"Yes."

Xu Sanshi glanced at the group, his expression unusually serious: "In terms of cultivation and strength, we are not afraid of those guys!"

"Ah."

Beibei nodded emphatically: "Now all we can do is fight and win!"

"Shrek's eternal glory will never end here, and Shrek's eternal honor will never fall into our hands!"

"..."

With the encouragement and support of these two strong older brothers, the expressions on the faces of the reserve team members gradually improved.

Although the worry in my heart still lingered, it was a success if it could boost my morale for the battle.

As the reserve team regrouped, a strange look flashed in Wang Yan's eyes.

'Xu Sanshi...defense...'

'If each team member were equipped with a defensive soul tool, would the outcome of the battle be completely different?'

In the previous corpse explosion, Xu Sanshi's tortoise shell shield was remarkably effective.

Once the Xuanming Shield Formation was activated, his entire body was enveloped by multiple shields. Although it could not completely withstand the impact of the first round of explosions and his martial soul was damaged, it at least protected him from the corrosive effects of the highly toxic blood.

Thanks to this defensively specialized martial soul, Xu Sanshi's injuries were even less severe than Bei Bei's. He could be lively and energetic again after meditating for a few hours.

……

"Forehead…"

Wang Dong, who was in a deep sleep, struggled to open his eyes and the first thing he saw was Xiao Xiao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and dozing off.

Judging from her exhausted appearance, he probably stayed by her bedside waiting for her to wake up.

"Wang Dong?"

Noticing the slight movement, Xiao Xiao instantly perked up: "How are you feeling now?"

"Everything else is fine, but my head still hurts a little."

Wang Dong sat up, rubbing his forehead, and looked at Xiao Xiao, who seemed completely unaffected, with a strange expression: "Xiao Xiao... how long was I unconscious?"

"Less than two days have passed, and it's now late at night."

"what?"

Wang Dong carefully observed her complexion, which was rosy and radiant, showing no trace of the injuries inflicted by the backlash from her martial spirit: "Didn't you already—"

"Perhaps this is talent~"

Xiao Xiao made a rare witty remark, then draped a coat over Wang Dong's shoulders: "You should take this time to rest! We've arrived in Xingluo City now, and we have to go on stage for the competition in another day."

Go on stage to compete?

Wang Dong paused for a few seconds, then asked, "We...we still have to fight?"

"There's no word from the academy yet. Without the approval of figures like the dean, Professor Wang wouldn't dare make such a big decision on his own."

Xiao Xiao sighed deeply, "At least until the notification arrives, we have no choice but to fight."

(End of this chapter)