Li Yifei and the girls had already returned to their seats by this time, with Su Mengxin and Xu Yingying sitting beside him. Although no one had ever been ranked above or below anyone else in front of Li Yifei, in everyone's hearts, Su Mengxin and Xu Yingying still had the highest prestige there. Xu Yingying whispered, "Can she handle it? We can't afford to lose any of the next three matches."
Li Yifei smiled faintly and said, "They're not even fit to carry our shoes."
But before the sound of his voice had faded, the match on the field had already ended—the Saintess had sent that expert flying out with a single palm strike.