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On the twelfth day of the tournament, after a round off, Chang'an Team welcomed its first fierce battle.
At this point, only four team members were able to fight: Neil Severn, Ji Bochang, Meiji Bo, and Ma Liang, who had recovered from his injuries and returned to the team, though his body had not yet reached peak condition.
Facing Lyon Academy's seven main fighters with a battered lineup of four was obviously unrealistic.
"Let me go on!" Xiao Yi clenched her fingernails tight, her expression calm, her tone faint.
Chen Xiaojun's eyebrows furrowed slightly. His fingertips tapped the Tactical Board as he replied, "No. You were injured three days ago, then busy saving people the day before yesterday, and now you want to go on? Do you think you're made of iron?"
In the end, Chang'an Team's captain—Chen Xiaojun—stepped onto the competition stage for the first time.
Everyone knew what that meant.
So the instant he appeared, the entire arena erupted, cheers exploding like Lei Ming.
Whether they were his loyal fans or supporters of his opponents, all eyes fixed on him.
Because he was Tanhualang, ranked third on the Genius List, and the only genius youth from Fasinuo Province to make it into the top ten geniuses.
Not only that, he also carried countless halos.
His literary talent was brilliant, and the storybooks and poems he wrote were widely circulated; his attainments in Soul Master theory were profound, his insights unique.
The legendary number one student of Fasinuo Province!
Tanhualang's ink-black long hair flew amid the surging Soul Power, his fame turning into tangible pressure that blanketed the entire field.
Fans raised Chang'an flags high and waved them, while the opposing supporters also held their breath—if they could topple this genius of both pen