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Chapter 3732: 4.1332 Motivation

"I, Biaoliang, concede!" Biaoliang wasn't a sore loser. He felt that if he continued fighting, his body might be riddled with holes from the water droplets. So, he immediately shouted out his surrender.

Ma Ta planted his silver spear, chuckled, and cupped his hands towards Biaoliang. "Brother, thanks for the concession." He knew he was also benefiting from Lord Qiao Qiao's guidance; if not for the excellent spiritual skill he had learned this past month, he wouldn't have won so easily.

Lord Qiao Qiao glanced at the two competing on the arena, then turned to the beaming Dean Yun. "That's eight thousand contribution points."

Dean Yun's lips twitched.

Many of the teammates around the little poker face couldn't help but palm their foreheads. Oh, Qiao Qiao, you're too blunt! This is really bad! You're going to make people burst out laughing...

A String of Losses

For the next several matches, the students from Tianhua Academy indeed lost more and more confidence. They were originally considered the cream of the crop, believing themselves to be among the best of their age group before stepping out of the Underworld Continent.

The result!

Upon arriving at Royal Academy, they faced continuous setbacks, losing so many matches in a row that no one could maintain their confidence to continue. When Little Fatty stepped onto the stage, grinning and cupping his hands towards the Tianhua Academy students, no one from Tianhua Academy wanted to step up and continue fighting. If this continued, what little confidence they had left would be completely gone. This group of "monsters" from Royal Academy left an indelible, terrifying mark in their hearts.

Qiao Mu's "Motivation"

The little poker face turned, looked, and coldly mocked, "What, can't handle losing anymore?"

"If your inner resolve isn't strong and firm enough, then how are you any different from useless salted fish?"

"In the future, we will become a heart demon on your cultivation path! As long as you remember how formidable we are, you'll be too afraid to close your eyes, your minds filled with our towering figures!"

Ma Ta and the others: ...

Qiao Qiao's tongue was too sharp. While what she said might all become reality, exposing their raw, bruised inner selves so directly was just... bizarre.

The woman who had fought Mo Lian earlier and was utterly defeated by Crown Prince Mo's single finger couldn't help but shriek, "You, who are you calling useless salted fish?"

"I'm talking about all of you!" The little poker face said, her small face cold, her voice flat. "It doesn't matter if your body is crippled; if you get up, you still have a chance to fight again. But if your will is crippled, then you're truly useless! Are you useless?"

"No!!!" The Tianhua Academy students glared angrily at the poker face in front of them.

"Then continue the agreed-upon battles!" The little poker face's cold gaze swept over their faces. "Don't let people look down on you!"

A Tianhua Academy student who had hesitated earlier gritted his teeth, vigorously stomped his foot, and jumped onto the arena. "I'll fight!"

That's more like it, Lord Qiao Qiao thought, sweeping her indifferent gaze over them.

"Wifey, you're truly wonderful," Crown Prince Mo said with a smile, reaching out to hold his little wife's paw, his eyes full of admiration. "You even motivate them, making them regain their spirits and strive upwards."

He knew that if Qiao Qiao hadn't said those stimulating words to them directly, these "useless" individuals would have already been spiritually defeated by this group of small geniuses. Once a heart demon truly formed, it would bring no benefit to their future cultivation path.