Seeing this, all the students and teachers present frown completely.

"The Holy Son actually drew Yezhuang..."

"That's a pity. With the strength of the Holy Son, if he faces other people, he still has a lot of opportunities. But he just drew Ye Zhuang. Oh, his luck is too bad."

They couldn't help but sigh.

It is recognized that Ye Zhuang's strength is very strong, otherwise he would not be able to firmly sit at the top of their Wuhun Palace Academy.

Therefore, as soon as Chen Yang drew this opponent, all the students and teachers present had basically seen the results.

In their opinion, even if the Holy Son is talented, he is just a six-year-old child after all.

Yezhuang is different.

He is already a twenty-year-old young man, and he is a genius with innate soul power of level nine, and his talent is not weak.

That's why I became a Four-ring Soul Master at the age of twenty.

When the Holy Son meets him, he is far inferior to him, whether in terms of hard power or combat experience.

There is basically no chance of winning.

So all the students and teachers present felt extremely sorry.

"Oh, the Holy Son is so lucky." Mammoth Douluo couldn't help but sigh.

He is most afraid of this situation.

The talent and strength of the Holy Son is indeed very good.

But he is still too young after all.

So he is not top in the Wuhun Palace Academy. This kind of competition depends on luck. If you have bad luck, you will definitely lose if you get a top-notch master.

Mammoth Douluo could only shake his head: "It seems that he can only try it next month. If he faces Ye Zhuang, the Holy Son has no chance of winning."

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo had arrived at the scene at some point. Seeing this scene, their attitude was completely different from Mammoth Douluo, other students and teachers.

After all, I have already said that they both clearly know how terrifying the strength of the Holy Son is.

So although they also admitted that Ye Zhuang was good at abilities, it was a pity that he had no chance of winning against the Holy Son.

So Gui Douluo and Ju Douluo were not worried at all, but just glanced at it casually and left quickly.

In their opinion, this kind of battle has been decided.

Ye Zhuang's father Ye Luo is one of the elders of the Wuhun Hall and serves as a teacher in the intermediate class in the academy of the Wuhun Hall.

He was also on the scene in the draw just now.

After seeing that the sign that the Holy Son drew was actually facing his son, Ye Luo's brows completely frowned.

"Yezhuang actually met the Holy Son in the first round... No, he can't win this game."

Ye Luo muttered to himself in his heart.

He is a smart person and often he can see something that others cannot see.

For example, this time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the Pope simply added a rule for further studies.

But has anyone ever wondered why the Pope should add this rule for further studies at this time?

As soon as the Son arrived, he had just shown his strong strength. The Pope immediately set such a rule. Isn't it a coincidence?

Therefore, in Ye Luo's view, the Pope's rule is likely to be established specifically for the Holy Son.

The purpose is to allow talent like the Holy Son with unparalleled talents to receive the best education as soon as possible.

But what if his son eliminated the Holy Son in the first round?

This will directly disrupt the Pope's plan.

Ye Luo believes that such a move must not be done.

Although the Pope is unlikely to be skeptical of them, he is not afraid of ten thousand, but he is afraid of anything.

What if the Pope is dissatisfied with this, or the Son is angry with this.

So I am just a little elder of the Martial Spirit Hall, how can I bear the anger in the hearts of both of them?

Ye Luo couldn't help but shivered when he thought of this.

He quickly finished his work and brought his son to his dormitory.

"Father, is there anything important? Why do you think you are so impatient?" Ye Zhuang looked at Ye Luo with some confusion.

Ye Luo took a deep breath and said, "Zhuang'er, do you know who the opponent you drew to draw today?"

"I drew His Highness the Holy Son." Ye Zhuang replied.

Ye Luo nodded to Ye Zhuang and said, "So, you should know what to do tomorrow's game, right?"

"You can't win tomorrow's game."

"The opponent is the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall. Even if your strength is stronger than the Holy Son for the time being, but the status is very different. If you win the Holy Son in front of everyone, it will make him lose face."

"Besides, the Holy Son will not be able to go to school, so you absolutely cannot win."

Ye Zhuang Weiling: "Father, do you want me to play a fake match? Give up?"

Ye Luo nodded: "I want you to lose, and you want to lose beautifully, so people can't see it."

“This is for our future development considerations.”

But Ye Zhuang was not willing to give in directly.

He is an upright person who never likes flattery and looks down on those who like flattery.

In Ye Zhuang's view, winning means winning, losing means losing. If you are not as skilled as others, then start over.

Even if the other party is a saint son, he cannot show mercy because of his identity.

This is something that Yezhuang cannot accept.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhuang shook his head at Ye Luo: "Sorry, father. I can't agree to your request."

"I look down on people like this the most, so I don't want to live in the shape I hate."

"I will definitely give my all to tomorrow's game. In the end, I will win, and it will be a win without any suspense. Your plan will not succeed."

After saying that, Ye Zhuang walked out of Ye Luo's dormitory without looking back.
Chapter completed!