With the Royal Academy's strongest fighting force down, the other students were knocked down without any ability to resist.
The vigorous selection competition ended with an anticlimactic ending.
It was safe to say that the Undead Lord left with a black face.
The Flaming Red Squad won the competition, and the Royal Academy students were carried out of the venue.
As for Zhanye, it was as if he had lost his soul as he stood on one side in a daze. There was not the slightest joy of victory on his face. He stared blankly at his palm; the surprise and doubt in his eyes were intertwined.
"I say, Zhanye, we won. Why are you not happy?" The smile on Shile's face showed his joy. The whole team was cheering, so Zhanye's silence became very obvious.
"No… nothing." Zhanye came back to his senses and put down his hand with a somewhat forced smile on his face.
"It's good that you won. We can go back and tell Boss." Zhanye said.
