"Alright. Next time, it'll be Gao Lingwei and Rong Taotao applauding for you." Yang Chunxi walked back to the lectern. "I look forward to that day."
The hearts of the young are always full of fighting spirit.
Yang Chunxi's words were few, but each one hit its mark.
But Jiao Tengda had to be a wet blanket. "Coach Yang, that's not right," he said. "We'll be the ones applauding them next time, too, won't we? The national tournament is about to start! The next Outer League isn't until the year after next!"
Yang Chunxi: "..."
Rong Taotao: "Oh, you're such a smooth talker, why don't you say some more!"
"Hehe." Jiao Tengda turned around and gave Rong Taotao a thumbs-up.
To achieve good results in the national tournament, the "tools" of a Soul Martial Artist—their Soul Pearls and Soul Skills—were undoubtedly a crucial factor.
Just how much support was the Outer Region Division offering?
