Chapter 390 (2/2)

“Alright! Watch me! Your cheers will not be wasted on me!”

Ye Lanyu and the princess’ spirits were lifted upon hearing his cries and his drum.

“YES! MY CHEERS ARE POWERFUL!” Ye Lang continued banging on his drum as if two huge armies were about to engage in warfare. The violence in the rhythm matched Ye Lanyu and the princess’ heartbeats, triggering their true potential.

The opponents suddenly felt like their power was muffled. They didn’t know what it was, but something was suppressing their power.

They didn’t realise that Ye Lang’s drums not only could lift spirits but depending on your attitude towards the fight, it could dampen your spirits too.

Ye Lang unconsciously demonstrated how sound could affect the entire atmosphere of a battle, there was something magical about how it could turn the tables.

Very few people could master the skill of using sound. Ye Lang had learned about the concept of sound and psychology during his time in the martial arts treasury, he’d read about using rhythm to control battle dynamics.

That was also why the rhythm was so impressive. He’d practised some time ago.

He was now a participant, a fighter alongside Ye Lanyu and the seventh princess. He’d officially participated in the fight the first time he hit the drum.

Why did he decide to fight?

Nonsense, would he choose to watch Ye Lanyu and the seventh princess suffer? He would never.

The fight was now favouring Ye Lanyu and the princess, while Fei and her four teammates grew wearier as the fight dragged on. Edward and the rest grew more frustrated but Fei still maintained her composure. Only a small portion of her power was suppressed by Ye Lang’s war drums.

You could tell from only this part that Fei had worked very hard to be this skilled in fighting. There was such a huge difference in skills compared to her teammates.

“You sick bastard, you and your dirty tricks!”

Fei quickly realised where the problem was. Although she wasn’t sure how, she was certain her teammates were reacting to Ye Lang’s drums.

Not bad, this kid was very sensitive to power struggles on the battlefield.

“Ye Lang! So it’s you! …” Edward glared daggers at Ye Lang. He was now very frustrated with the fight, barely suppressing his rage.

“Huh? Don’t you know me?” Ye Lang responded calmly while still hitting the drum.

“...” Hey, kid. He wasn’t asking about you, he was referring to what you’re doing!

“Can you stop that…” asked Fei although she already knew what the answer would be. They were a team, of course he could hit the drums if he wanted to. He had the right to help his teammates.

“No, I’ve still got to cheer them on,” rejected Ye Lang, increasing his rhythm. Ye Lanyu and the seventh princess grew more and more aggressive in their attacks.

Fei was worried. “We can’t continue like this. We should just surrender.”

While Fei was a stubborn person, she was still reasonable enough to face reality. She didn’t consider physically stopping Ye Lang herself either because attacking a person who wasn’t directly engaged in battle, especially a person who didn’t look like he could fight, was not honourable.

“No, we can’t lose. As long as we are willing to let go of everything, we will win,” Edward refused to give up. He would never admit defeat.

“Then I hope you can do that,” Fei shrugged then continued to fight. With her personality, she was likely willing to lose herself in a battle for victory.