The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2046

After witnessing the ferocious first battle, the victory of Flaming Red Squad in the second match seemed unusual...

Serene!

Thinking about the pictures of those teenagers who wailed and were full of trauma in the first match, and then looking at the rascals of the Flaming Red Squad, the spectators expressed that they no longer knew what kind of mentality they should use to watch the next game.

The mentor of Spectre College ran all the way to “collect the corpses” of his students, but he unexpectedly found that although all his students were lying on the ground, none of them were dead. The most miserable was estimated to be the one whose arm had been twisted off by Shile. But compared with the students who died in the first match, they were simply too lucky!

Faced with such a result, the rage in the heart of Spectre College's mentor could not help but morph into gratitude towards the Flaming Red Squad.

No mentor wanted their students to die in the competition. Zero death was already the best result.

The Flaming Red Squad retired and waited for the results of the remaining two matches. After many of them returned to the resting area, the remaining four teams looked at this herd of beasts with a not-so-good emotion in their eyes.

Killing was not terrible. But by rights, there should have been deaths.

Looking at those bastards with a manner light as wind and gentle as clouds as they talked cheerfully and wittily, the rest of the students had very unbalanced hearts.

But they only dared to be unbalanced in their hearts.

"Fengling, they are much better than when we last saw them." A student from the Royal Academy came to Fengling and spoke up. In the previous matches, they had always acted in a self-respecting manner. They had no interest in watching other teams. This was the first time they had seen a match of the Flaming Red Squad after their training.

In just a few months, the Flaming Red Squad seemed to have changed completely; they were totally different from those originally small and weak students.

Fengling narrowed his eyes slightly, and they were locked on Zhanye’s body.

As the captains of the two teams, they would inadvertently be compared with each other.

Before, Fengling had full assurance that he could knock down Zhanye in an instant, but he no longer had this confidence.

Fengling, as the captain of the Royal Academy team, had a very high position among their group of students. When other members saw him, they were more cautious than usual.

But Zhanye was totally different from him. He and the other members of the Flaming Red Squad had a very ordinary and friendly interaction; he didn’t have an aloof nor remote air in the least.

The only time he looked different from other members was when he waved his arms and gave orders on the field.

At that moment, Zhanye shed his original, young and inexperienced image and became incomparably strong and domineering.

"They’re strong. If nothing unexpected happens, we should meet them in the last match." Fengling retracted his line of sight. He acknowledged the strength of the Flaming Red Squad and looked forward to another clash between their two teams.

"Mentor Nock asked us to teach them a good lesson. Are we going to kill them?" The teenager was a bit hesitant. If the original rules hadn’t been changed, they could at most beat the Flaming Red Squad half to death; still, according to the current rules, Nock was likely to have them kill in the match.

Even the arrogant Royal Academy students felt that this was more or less inappropriate.

Fengling frowned slightly.

"Do as you see fit." He just wanted to teach that guy called Zhanye a lesson, not kill him.