Yu Fei hadn't expected this outcome. He thought victory was in his grasp, but in the blink of an eye, he was the last man standing for the Yulin Army.
Similarly, Feng Hua hadn't expected it either. What was supposed to be a fun match to uphold the Shenhan upperclassman spirit and show some care for the underclassmen had turned into such a rout that she'd been beaten senseless.
Unexpected events often arise from a lack of information.
Yu Fei, having succeeded repeatedly, had subconsciously overlooked Feng Hua's strength as last year's Silver Prodigy.
Feng Hua, for her part, never imagined a monster of a freshman like this would appear—one who left her utterly helpless.
Right now, Feng Hua stood on the mountaintop, her pretty cheeks stained with a few specks of blood. She had eliminated the members of the Yulin Army in close combat; of course she'd be stained with blood.
Seeing the mix of anger and grief on Yu Fei's face, Feng Hua couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
