“Holy crap! You’re getting me excited!” Wang Nian, a member of the varsity team, patted Sun Yu on the shoulder. “We may actually win!”

Everybody was excited.

Their original plan had been to give all they could to win the junior team competition.

Now that they had won, they became hopeful about the varsity team competition.

“Let’s think about it!” Sun Yu said excitedly. “We’ve defeated their junior team and won the right to determine the order of their players. How should we arrange them so that we can win the 2v3 competition?”

Everybody was lost in thought.

Feng Wu suddenly said, “Who told you it’s 2v3?”

Her question made everybody jump.

Chu Qu was terrified. “Feng Wu, you can’t back out now! You’re going to give us a heart attack!”

The others were as frightened as Chu Qu was.

They were so worried that she wouldn’t take part.

Feng Wu chuckled when she saw their behavior. “I didn’t mean that.”

Chu Qu asked, “Then why did you say it wouldn’t be 2v3? They have three Spiritual Kings!”

Feng Wu said, “I mean it’s 3v3.”

“What?” Everybody was shocked.

Sun Yu asked, “Is there a hidden Spiritual King among us? Who? Tell us!”

Feng Wu grinned at him. “It’s you.”

Sun Yu was speechless.

Feng Wu only smiled.

Sun Yu rolled his eyes at her. “Xiao Wu, please don’t make fun of me. I’d love to be a Spiritual King, but I’m not!

“Do you know how hard Ziyun worked to become one? Do you know how long it took?

“He gave everything he got.

“It still took him three years to become a Spiritual King!

“As for me?”

Sun Yu pointed at himself and smiled bitterly. “It’ll take me at least three more years to become a Spiritual King if I’m ever going to become one at all. Maybe I’ll never get there. A Level 9 Spiritual Lord sounds so close to a Spiritual King, but the actual gap is enormous!”

Feng Wu only smiled at him.

The look gave Sun Yu the creeps, and he wondered what Feng Wu was getting at.

Chen Ziyun came in and threw an arm over Sun Yu’s shoulders. “If Xiao Wu says you’re a Spiritual King, you’re going to be a Spiritual King.”

Sun Yu didn’t understand.

He looked at Chen Ziyun in bewilderment.

Feng Wu took a small vial from her sleeve and handed it to Sun Yu.

Sun Yu took it, still confused.

Before he had time to react, Chen Ziyun removed the cap and poured the content into Sun Yu’s mouth.

Sun Yu was forced to drink it.

“What’s this taste?” Sun Yu frowned. “That’s awful. Why does it taste like piss?”

Feng Wu wanted to laugh.

The liquid had been brewed in that pit, so the taste was unavoidable.

“It’s the taste of a Spiritual King.” Feng Wu smiled mysteriously.

Sun Yu didn’t believe her.

The others also thought she was joking, and no one took her seriously.

“I’m starving,” Feng Wu said.

“Xiao Wu, let’s get something to eat!”