These words were like invisible blades, piercing the hearts of the Tianling Sect members. They had already lost their strength, and now even their dignity was completely stripped away. They could only bow their heads silently and drag their exhausted bodies away quickly.

Shen Qingwan was stunned in the audience, her lips trembling slightly. "How could they...how could they do this? This is no longer a competition, it's a humiliation!" She turned to look at Ling Ruoxi, her voice filled with deep confusion, "Junior Sister Ruoxi, how could they become like this? Is this really our Xingyuan Sect's team?"

Ling Ruoxi, however, spread her hands leisurely and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Chen, don't be like this. Don't you want your cousin to train them well? Look, isn't the effect very good? Not only did they win, but they won so easily!" Her tone was full of ridicule, but there was a sly smile hidden in her eyes.

Shen Qingwan shook her head anxiously, her eyes tangled as she gazed at the Xingyuan Sect members standing in a row in the center of the field. Their uniformity and apathy were like precisely crafted psychic puppets, devoid of any emotional fluctuations. She whispered, "But... they've lost even a hint of humanity now."

After the match, Ning Yuge walked over to the players and nodded with satisfaction. His gaze swept across each face, eyes filled with admiration and pride. "Well done! Your performance was excellent, especially the teamwork in those crucial moments. Perfect! You have more important opponents coming up. Don't let up. Go back to training. Got it?"

Wen Xiu nodded coldly: "Yes, senior brother." His voice did not sound emotional.

Fatty Yuan wiped the sweat from his face and grinned, "Don't worry, brother. I can blow it up even harder next time!" As he spoke, he clenched his fists, as if he had already designed a more exaggerated blasting tactic in his mind.

Zhang Xiyu said nothing, but just drew runes on the palm of her hand with the psychic pen, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, as if she was already planning how to use tactics to completely crush the opponent in the next game.

Shen Qingwan stood in the audience, watching the team members gradually retreat. Her fingers twisted the cuffs of her sleeves, a look of confusion on her face. She couldn't help but mutter, "Is this really the future of our Xingyuan Sect? Is this really the outcome I want to see?"

When Ling Ruoxi heard this, she tilted her head and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Shen, didn't my cousin say it? This is just the beginning. Don't worry, it will only get more interesting in the future." There was a hint of teasing in her tone, as if she was already looking forward to the next game.

The wind blew gently across the field, and the orderly figures of the Xingyuan Sect players gradually receded into the distance. Their steps were in unison, like a true combat unit. The Tianling Sect players, however, who had been left behind, appeared incredibly disheveled and lingered for a long time.