The competition venue was magnificently decorated, the flags of the five sects fluttering in the wind, and a spiritual light formation cast a dazzling glow across the entire venue. The audience seats were packed, and cheers rose and fell. However, Shen Qingwan was completely oblivious to the enthusiastic atmosphere. Her gaze remained fixed on the Xingyuan Sect's competition entrance, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
"Are they really okay?" Shen Qingwan kept repeating in her mind, twisting her sleeves with her fingers, her brows furrowed. She turned to look at Ling Ruoxi beside her, trying to find a trace of comfort. "Junior Sister Ruoxi, are they really okay? The training they've endured these days is too extreme. If something breaks down, physically or mentally..."
Ling Ruoxi leaned back in her chair and replied leisurely, "Senior Sister Shen, don't be so nervous. My cousin said it's okay, then it must be okay. Although he has a foul mouth, he never jokes about his reputation." There was a hint of nonchalant sarcasm in her words, but it was impossible to refute.
"But..." Shen Qingwan frowned even deeper, her tone tinged with self-blame. "If something really happens to them, how can I explain it to the sect? Not to mention winning or losing the game..."
Ling Ruoxi patted her shoulder and smiled with ease: "Senior Sister, don't think too much. You will see a miracle soon."
Shen Qingwan sighed and returned her gaze to the entrance. Her emotions were now a knot of mixed feelings, a mixture of anticipation and deep uneasiness.
In the audience, Xingyuan Sect supporters eagerly awaited their team's appearance. However, when the Xingyuan Sect team finally stepped onto the field, the clamor in the audience instantly fell silent.
Twelve team members lined up neatly and slowly emerged from the passage. Their footsteps echoed rhythmically across the field, steady and powerful, like war drums. Each of them had a cold, stagnant gaze, their faces expressionless, like a group of precisely calibrated mechanical puppets.
"Is this... really our team?" a Xingyuan Sect disciple asked blankly, his tone full of disbelief.
"Why does it feel a bit scary?" Another person hugged his arms tightly, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.
Not only the audience in their own stands, but even the opposing team, the Tianling Sect, were shocked by this bizarre scene. The Tianling Sect members, who had been laughing and joking, gradually quieted down, their expressions becoming stiffer than the others.
"What's wrong with these people?" A Tianling Sect disciple muttered softly, "Their eyes... seem to want to kill people."
"The game is just a friendly match. Are they preparing to go to the battlefield?" Another person wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, obviously very scared.
The Tianling Sect's coach frowned and coldly scolded, "Don't be intimidated by their aura! They're just bluffing."
However, when the Xingyuan Sect team stood in the center of the field, the silent pressure became even more pronounced. Everyone's gaze was fixed on them, as if drawn in by an invisible force. The team members said nothing, made no unnecessary movements, but their stance revealed a suffocating sense of self-discipline. Their gazes were like knives, piercing with icy coldness.
"This group of people doesn't look right..." A disciple of Tianling Sect swallowed his saliva.
"It's not wrong, it's scary!" Another person said in a low voice, "What on earth have they been through? They feel more terrifying than the sect elders."
The Xingyuan Sect disciples in the audience were also stunned by their own team. Some felt uneasy, while others were secretly looking forward to it.
"Can they really win?" someone whispered.
"I don't know, but they don't look like they're going to lose," the person next to him replied.
Shen Qingwan stood in the audience and saw this scene, feeling even more conflicted. She was shocked by the team's momentum, but also felt vaguely uneasy about their mechanical indifference.
"Is this... the result of Junior Brother Ning's training?" She muttered to herself, looking at the players on the field with a complicated look.
Shen Qingwan stared at the team in astonishment, her eyes filled with confusion and shock. She opened her mouth slightly, her fingers trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
"This...is this still a member of our Xingyuan Sect?" she murmured in a low voice, with unconcealable disbelief in her tone.
Ling Ruoxi stood beside her, with a teasing smile on her lips, and said softly: "Senior Sister Shen, isn't this the 'miracle' you have been waiting for? Although my cousin's method is crude, the results are obviously effective."
Shen Qingwan turned her head to look at her, her voice trembling: "But... their expressions, their eyes, why did they become like this? They used to be..." She choked and looked at the disciples in the field again.
On the field, the Xingyuan Sect members stood erect, their faces as cold and indifferent as a stone. Their gazes were like sharp blades, making it difficult to look directly at them. It was as if all emotion had been stripped from them, leaving only coldness and focus. Shen Qingwan suddenly realized that these people were no longer the lively and youthful disciples she was familiar with, but a group of completely unfamiliar warriors.
"Is this really the result I want?" Shen Qingwan's voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it herself.
Ling Ruoxi waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Senior Sister Shen, don't worry too much. They look so professional now, you should be happy."
On the other side, Ning Yuge stood at the back of the team, his face full of pride. He crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with undisguised pride.
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