The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2040

However, the response of this ‘most prepared’ team was not as good as the team of Deathfire Academy, which really left them speechless.

The first match lasted for two hours before it finally ended. Only ten or so students still stood with difficulty in the whole playing field. The majority of them had fallen to the ground and were almost dying. The whole playing field was covered with blood, and the strong smell was nauseating.

The victorious teenagers showed no trace of joy on their faces. They were surrounded by their fallen companions, and for the first time their hands had slaughtered another undead, which made them unable to show their smiles.

The numb students left the stage crying. The person in charge of the competition immediately cleaned the ground. The clean water washed the bloodstains on the ground and erased everything that had happened.

Mingye took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed.

Was this what his father wanted?

So many undead teenagers, because of such a cruel selection competition, either died or were seriously injured.

What was the significance of this competition in the end?

Mingye dared not ask because he knew that his questions would only be mercilessly ignored.

At the end of the first match, the images in the battle were branded in the hearts of every undead in the venue. No one would have the heart to cheer in such a competition anymore. They simply sat silently in their seats with complicated expressions.

After cleaning up, the second match was about to begin.

The students of the Flaming Red Squad and Spectre College entered from either side of the field.

The students of the Spectre College were standing on the ring with serious expressions; their mood wasn’t too cheerful, yet they were still in a good mood.

Just like the other players thought, the teaching method in the Spectre College had always been simple and crude. A student dying or something wasn’t anything serious.

It was also rumored that a large part of the students of the Spectre College were sent to the dark parts of Hidden Dream City after graduation to deal with some difficult matters. Therefore, the teaching content of the Spectre College was more bloody than other schools.

The psychological pressure in this situation for students of the Spectre College was much less than that of other students.

But when they saw the group opposite them, they were completely speechless.

"They really washed it clean, there's incredibly no trace of blood at all." Shile looked at the wet marble beneath his feet and, without being stingy, praised the staff's diligence.

"But the smell of blood hasn't gone away yet." Zhanye sniffed a bit and expressed that it was still not sufficient.

"The smell here is still much lighter than when we were in training." Shile shrugged his shoulders.

"I’m still hoping to find some suspicious thing here." Another teenager tried to find something on the ground, but did not see anything off.

For example... a lump of flesh, broken bones, or something like that...

"I think you will not find anything right now; better wait until the end of the match, then look again." Shile laughed.

"What if I see my own arm fall to the ground? I don't think I will be laughing."

"Then what if it‘s your legs instead?"

"Maybe I’ll cry."

From top to bottom, one could not see any hint of tension from the Flaming Red Squad. They smiled and laughed as if they were not going to face a life and death battle, but just a simple game.

Their leisurely and carefree state almost made the students of the Spectre College across from them vomit blood.

Could you have a little integrity?

Could you show a little nervousness?

We are going to fight to the death, okay?

Could you be a bit professional?

Match the atmosphere, okay!

Watching their opponents joke around with one another noisily, the students of the Spectre College expressed that they were under a lot of pressure.