Chapter Ninety-Two: An Angry Woman Is Truly Fearsome

The match began.

Bell Sprout was a slender young girl, with two green leaves sprouting from either side of her head. The moment the referee blew the whistle, she unhesitatingly took two steps back, distancing herself from Ralts.

Then, several gray roots extended from the skin of her legs, breaking through the arena’s surface and burrowing deep into the soil below, drawing from the purest grass-type energy within the earth.

It was Growth—a move that, by absorbing energy, could increase the user’s attack power.

“Quick, stop her!”

But it was already too late; Bell Sprout had clearly come prepared. Ralts’ Psychic was a fraction late, but faced with Bell Sprout, rooted and unable to move, it easily bound her.

Bell Sprout’s counterattack was swift. Vines grew from the skin of her outstretched arms—two on each side—and despite being restrained by Psychic, she forced them through the air.

Vines enhanced by Growth were thicker and stronger than ordinary ones.

Forced to retreat by the vines, Ralts teleported away, and Bell Sprout seized the chance to break free from Psychic’s hold.

Vine Whip, an early-stage grass-type attack, had limited power, but after a single Growth, its strength was not to be underestimated.

“Keep up the pressure! Don’t give Bell Sprout another chance to use Growth!” Tang Yi hastily reminded Ralts.

If Bell Sprout were to find another opportunity to absorb energy and boost her attack, a single hit from her vines could spell the end of the match.

Though he had already cautioned her, Tang Yi couldn’t help but worry for Ralts. Continuous suppression sounded easy in theory, but could Ralts manage it at her current level?

Tang Yi’s anxiety lasted less than a minute.

After being pushed back by the vines once, Ralts showed neither fear nor hesitation. She teleported again, moving straight to a spot not far from Bell Sprout.

Bell Sprout was clearly startled; she hadn’t expected that, even after boosting her attack, her opponent would press the assault so boldly.

Psychic!

Ralts unleashed her Psychic attack with remarkable speed, blue light forcefully knocking Bell Sprout to the ground.

The distant vines rushed back defensively, but in the next moment, Ralts teleported once more.

This time, she was even bolder, appearing less than a meter from Bell Sprout. Not only Bell Sprout, but even Tang Yi was startled—he had told Ralts to keep up the pressure, but he hadn’t expected such aggressive tactics.

Psychic!

At this close range, Bell Sprout had no chance to fight back. Bound by Psychic, she was knocked heavily to the ground once more.

The girl, writhing in pain, refused to give up. She gritted her teeth and swung her vine-laden arms, knowing that just one hit could turn the match around.

But the vines were never fast enough—compared to Ralts’ teleportation, they were always a beat slower. Each time they were about to strike, Ralts would teleport away at precisely the right moment.

Less than a minute passed, and Tang Yi could only watch in awe as Ralts darted across the arena, teleporting repeatedly and suppressing her opponent with Psychic.

He remained silent, not wanting to distract the girl. In such relentless suppression, a single mistake could mean victory or defeat.

Bell Sprout, held fast by Psychic, never found her chance. The type advantage caused her great suffering—though she was clearly well-trained, she still couldn’t withstand the onslaught.

In the end, her trainer could bear it no longer.

The girl sighed, raised her hand toward the referee nearby, and declared, “I forfeit.”

The match was over.

Ralts walked proudly to the edge of the arena. While Tang Yi clapped for her in celebration, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion—Ralts must truly have been angered by that “cute” remark.

An angry woman is truly terrifying.

Today, Ralts had performed far beyond expectations. The seamless teleportation was something she hadn’t managed even in recent practice sessions.

Honestly, if not for this outstanding performance, facing Bell Sprout who had managed to use Growth first, the match might have been much more difficult.

A pity—it was only the quarterfinals.

After the customary handshake, Tang Yi—well prepared—only said, “Good luck,” and quickly left, lest the opponent utter something like “Ralts is so cute,” which would only add fuel to the fire.

No matter what, Tang Yi had finally made it to the group semifinals.

Elsewhere, Zhang Chen had been eliminated this round, leaving Tang Yi as the sole representative for the school.

Zhang Chen and the others sent their congratulations in the group chat. No one felt too regretful—after all, reaching this stage, even elimination was a source of pride.

The second week of matches thus came to an end.

Tang Yi’s next opponent was Chen Ding, partnered with Mightyena—a formidable adversary, it seemed. Of course, with only four competitors left in the group, all were bound to be strong.

Only two matches remained before advancing.

Regardless of their mindset before the tournament, anyone who made it this far would start dreaming of their own victory—even the most unlikely contenders.

If they reached the third round—the main event—the difference in rewards would be vast.

The higher scholarship was just the baseline; there would be direct bonus points for the college entrance exam. Moreover, it would be officially recorded in the student’s file—if scores were tied or close, this record would give them priority in admissions.

Tang Yi now had more freedom in how he spent his time.

As the school’s sole representative, for the sake of the school’s honor and his own future evaluations, Vice Principal Wang called Tang Yi to his office on Monday. The office was nicely arranged, and to appear more approachable, Vice Principal Wang didn’t sit behind the desk as usual, which would have felt distant.

He enthusiastically invited Tang Yi to sit on the sofa beside him, asking warmly if there was anything Tang Yi needed—the school would do its best to provide.

Tang Yi pondered, “To be honest, there are quite a few things I need.”

Vice Principal Wang’s eyes lit up. “Go ahead, tell me.”

He wasn’t afraid of requests—helping now would make for good material in future interviews or reports to the leadership, proof of the school’s care for its students.

Tang Yi hesitated. “Should I say it here?”

“Well, where else would you say it?”

“No, I mean, I have quite a few requests. What if you forget them?”

“Ah, then write them down.” He handed over a sheet of blank paper and a pen.

Feeling surprised by such generosity, Tang Yi didn’t hold back. He sat at the sofa, leaning over the tea table, and began writing earnestly.

Five minutes passed, and Tang Yi showed no signs of stopping. Vice Principal Wang twitched his lips but said nothing.

Ten minutes later, Tang Yi finally looked up.

“Done? Let me see,” Vice Principal Wang said with curiosity.

“Uh, could I have another sheet of paper? I ran out of space.”

Vice Principal Wang: …

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