Chapter 370 - A Tale of Woe (1/2)
Chapter 370 A Tale of Woe
“Great!”
“Brother Liang, good job!”
“Brother Liang is so cool!”
“Brother, well done!”
All the students exclaim in thrill instantly.
It is like that the game players jump for joy because their teammate has killed the first enemy.
Liang Qiu gives a proud look.
He turns around and looks up.
Sovereign Zhou slightly nods his head with a smile.
Liang Qiu knows that he played a good game.
Even if he says nothing or ask for nothing, he won’t be badly treated by the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.
Gao Ge doesn’t say anything.
He looks at the delighted disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect calmly.
Is he angry?
Not at all.
It goes without saying that they feel happy about gaining victory.
Likewise, if Li Hui won, he would jump up with excitement and stand on the chair to dance towards Sovereign Zhou.
He dares to say the sovereign would not get angry.
This is a privilege of a winner.
Who dares to be unhappy with that?
If he does, come and be the winner!
Li Hui didn’t perform well indeed.
Gao Ge suddenly realizes that he has left out one problem.
His students haven’t adjusted their attitude.
Moreover, they haven’t killed anyone before.
Now, they fall into a trance because of Li Hui’s death.
If they don’t take the time to adjust their attitude, they will not do well in the combat with the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.
He has also seen Xia Lu talk with them, but he is aware that Xia Lu’s words may not be useful as expected.
After all, they must adjust their attitude themselves.
The others cannot help them.
Now the middle-aged man of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect starts to call names now.
Another student walks out of the team of Haicheng Cultivation Academy.
Looking at the fresh blood left on the ground, he is slighting shivering.
His face is full of fear.
Gao Ge feels so worried.
It doesn’t look good.
“Come on, Zhang Li! You can do this!” The other students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy start to cheer up for their peer.
In fact, their effort is of little use.
This is a psychological obstacle.
Even the most excellent psychiatrist cannot be of any help at the moment.
Zhang Li takes a deep breath.
He tries to calm himself down.
“What? Boy, are you afraid?” His opponent is quite young too, who looks 17 or 18 years old and yet refers to Zhang Li as a boy.
Apparently, he doesn’t take Zhang Li seriously at all.
With Liang Qiu’s first victory, the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect have realized that the students of Haicheng Cultivation Academy are only kids with no experience of bloody killing.