3:1!

The number on the big display changed, and Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls’s ascension to the top was finally complete. This time, no one was able to halt our advance. Thanks to Beiming Xue, Lian Xin, He Yi and my efforts, Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls had become the champion of the WEL China nationals!

We could choose to fight out the fifth and last match, but it was unnecessary as a matter of course. We had defeated every opponent on our way to become the champion. Naturally, there was no team more qualified than ours to bear the MVP title.

The arena boiled up. The ensuing applause and cheers were almost loud enough to explode the entire central arena.

……

He Yi, Murong Mingyue, Beiming Xue and Lian Xin were hugging each other and crying. Women were usually more emotional than men in situations like this, and tears were the only way for them to express their pride and excitement.

I could barely contain my own excitement, leaning against the handrail and looking at the sky.

Gui Guzi and Li Chengfeng walked up to me, and after an exchange of smiles we put an arm around each other’s shoulders. This wasn’t an individual victory, but a collective one. Naturally, everyone in Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls had...