2055: Victory and Defeat (1)

Victory and Defeat (1)

With the Royal Academy's strongest fighting force down, the other students were knocked down without any ability to resist.1

The vigorous selection competition ended with an anticlimactic ending.

It was safe to say that the Undead Lord left with a black face.

The Flaming Red Squad won the competition, and the Royal Academy students were carried out of the venue.

As for Zhanye, it was as if he had lost his soul as he stood on one side in a daze. There was not the slightest joy of victory on his face. He stared blankly at his palm; the surprise and doubt in his eyes were intertwined.

"I say, Zhanye, we won. Why are you not happy?" The smile on Shile's face showed his joy. The whole team was cheering, so Zhanye's silence became very obvious.

"No… nothing." Zhanye came back to his senses and put down his hand with a somewhat forced smile on his face.

"It's good that you won. We can go back and tell Boss." Zhanye said.

"Of course! Let's go!" Shile put his arms around Zhanye's neck and hummed a little song.

The Undead Lord had left at the end of the competition. Kehr, as the person in charge of the selection competition, awarded the laurel wreath to the Flaming Red Squad.

The Flaming Red Squad returned to the inn and began to celebrate their victory. However, Zhanye always seemed to be absent-minded and constantly fall into deep thought.

Shen Yanxiao sat at the table. Shile and the others around her were about to go crazy, but she was staring at the absent-minded Zhanye with a meaningful smile on her lips.

After a night of revelry, the Flaming Red Squad was finally freed from a long period of preparation.

In the same inn, the Royal Academy students stayed in their rooms.

The force behind Flaming Red Squad's attacks was measured, so they did not cause any deaths. However, the shadow of failure shrouded the whole team.

Fengling sat alone in his room. His former elegance had faded. He curled up his legs and leaned against the head of the bed. The frustration and loss in his eyes were evident.

At this moment, he was no longer a genius praised by people, but a pale and helpless young man.

"Fengling." Outside the door, Nock's voice sounded quietly.

Fengling immediately restrained the frustration in his eyes, took a deep breath, and got out of bed. He fiercely rubbed his face and opened the door expressionlessly.

"Mentor Nock, I'm sorry…" Fengling lowered his head, not daring to meet Nock's eyes.

This failure not only brought a huge blow to the students of the Royal Academy, but also had a certain impact on Nock's reputation.

"Let's go in and talk." Nock, who had always been strict, was not as indifferent to Fengling as usual.

Entering the room, Fengling sat stiffly on one side.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. It was that trash Luoqiu who was too hasty. I have applied to the dean to expel him from the Royal Academy. Such trash does not deserve to stay in the academy." This failure made Nock angry, but he had not lost his mind yet. The strength of the Flaming Red Squad had indeed increased beyond his expectations. It could be said that even if the students of the Royal Academy were at their peak, it was still very difficult to defeat the other party.

However, without Luoqiu's stupidity, the Royal Academy would not have suffered such an ugly defeat.

Nock's reputation was ruined in a day. He regretted very much that he had handed over his students to Luoqiu at the most critical moment.

Luoqiu had the reputation of being one of the top ten mentors of Deathfire Academy, but he had a useless brain. He wanted to defeat Shen Yanxiao with all his heart, but in the end, he lost without even a place to stay.

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