After two rounds.

On the high platform, everyone's expectations were raised to a fever pitch.

Even the school principals seemed to sit up a bit straighter.

"Su Yu is quite interesting."

"His teammates are all quite interesting."

“They’re all talented people,” the principals chatted.

On the stage, Qiao Qiao was the third to step up.

Before it started, she covered her bottom: "Captain! Can you not spank me?"

"It's so embarrassing."

Below the stage, Song Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Fu You and Lin Yan stood silently to the side, heads bowed.

It's alright, it's over, no one will remember what just happened.

They will only remember the uniqueness of our abilities.

Su Yu was stunned.

He said with an upright expression, "I don't have that kind of fetish."

"Really?" Qiao Qiao stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous.

"It's just that spanking doesn't cause injury." Su Yu was speechless.

"Never mind, never mind, I'll just tell you directly."

"Just remember, if an ordinary martial artist is lucky, the only impact will be on the people around her."

"But what if a seventh-grade Grandmaster, an eighth-grade Quasi-Master, or even a ninth-grade Grandmaster possesses the trait of luck?"

"Her influence extends far beyond those around her."

Su Yu finished speaking.

Qiao Qiao was still pondering it over and over.

On the high platform.

The pupils of the group of powerful figures instantly contracted.

In the silence, Fan Senluo slowly said, "Su Yu is calling us out."

Nancheng University President Chu Yiqing chuckled, "It seems this kid put on a show for us today."

"These children have a bright future."

“Su Yu knows more about superpowers than we do,” Wang Chuandao said with a smile.