The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Shen Yanxiao’s departure had shifted the attention of everyone in the whole martial arts arena to Luoqiu’s figure.

As the loser of the competition, Luoqiu’s face looked like the bottom of the pot.

Kehr looked at Luoqiu and did not know what to say.

In fact, whether the loser was Shen Yanxiao or Luoqiu, this was not what Kehr wanted to see.

One specialized in physical arts while the other had been teaching for many years. Both of them were indispensable for the Deathfire Academy.

The development of this matter was so bizarre. Luoqiu himself set this trap, originally intending to drive Shen Yanxiao out of the academy, yet as a result…

Luoqiu had a sullen face. The eyes from all directions made him uncomfortable. He turned suddenly and left without saying a word.

Unlike Shen Yanxiao’s honor, all he took away was disgrace.

Iry sat in the audience seats with a slight smile on his face. Her victory in this competition made him more convinced of Yan Di’s strength. At the same time, he could not help wondering whether his grandfather, the dean of Deathfire Academy, had guessed such a result from the very beginning; he wondered if there would still be things going on.

The two mentors left just like that, without any sparks of fierce fighting; this made the students, who wanted to see a good show, feel extremely disappointed.

Shouldn’t you two be fighting? It was very unkind of you to leave the students without performing.

Shen Yanxiao was gone. Zhanye and the others did not continue to stay in the martial arts arena. They just silently picked up their sandbags and retired under the public’s attention.

As for Naken and others…

Finally, Kehr had to find other students to carry them back.

A lively competition was officially over, and the result was beyond everyone’s expectations.

The whole Deathfire Academy was immersed in the turmoil of this competition. They could not figure out how these students, taught by a low undead, could end up thrashing the ones taught by a top ten mentor?

For a while, arguments regarding Yan Di rose. Unlike the previous one-sided contempt, now more students were discussing her “special ability”.

That’s right!

In the worldview of the undead, the resurrected undead could not be compared with the purebred undead at all. Yan Di’s appearance was a special case. She was like a strong wind sweeping the fallen leaves, ruthlessly slapping Luoqiu’s face.

All the students regarded Yan Di’s existence as a legend, and all kinds of gossip began to spread.

Among many versions, Shen Yanxiao had become a third kind of undead between the resurrected undead and the purebred undead.

Some students even began to dig into Shen Yanxiao’s background, trying to find out some clues about her.

Tragically, however, they could not find the background of this mentor at all. There was no information available, except that she was recommended by Kehr.

Countless curiosities were strangled by Shen Yanxiao’s mysteriousness.

Few were happy, few were worried. Shen Yanxiao’s reputation was like a boat that floated high as the tide rose, while on Luoqiu’s side, there was a howling wind and torrential rain.

Luoqiu had lost. There was no doubt about his loss. The students who were carried back that day could not sit up in bed for three days.

Shen Yanxiao slapped Luoqiu severely in front of all the mentors and students of Deathfire Academy, and educated Luoqiu with real strength. This was called disparity.

Three days after the end of the competition, Luoqiu could no longer be seen throughout the Deathfire Academy. He kept away from everyone.