"Behind you! Behind you, Li Zi!!!" On the edge of the arena, the Dajiang Soul Martial coaches were stomping their feet and yelling. If the entire nation wasn't watching, they probably would have started cursing out loud!
'Damn Pine Soul Soul Martial, they're so good at finding weaknesses! It looks like they studied Li Mu and Li Zi's strengths and weaknesses inside and out before the match!'
At this thought, the Dajiang Soul Martial coaching team couldn't help but look toward the opposing team's bench. Over there, Xia Fangran was practically fuming, while Yang Chunxi stood with her arms crossed, a picture of perfect confidence.
'Damn it all!'
In any battle, psychological warfare is always the superior tactic.
There's a reason something like trash talk has persisted throughout the history of competitive sports: it's genuinely effective.
Once someone's composure is truly broken, it's not just a hot-tempered girl—even a typically wise and calm master might act impulsively.
