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The earlier matches had all ended.
The heavy Dark Wood door of the private box was pushed open soundlessly, and Ji Boda's handsome figure entered first. The faint scent of dust stirred up by surging soul power still clung to his robes. Behind him came several others from the Golden Generation, and after them Lian Shouzhong.
Shi Feiyang was the last to come in. He shut the door casually, leaned in the shadow of the doorframe, and tapped his knuckles idly against the wood grain, though his gaze had long since turned toward the Soul Duel Stage below.
This was the final match.
Heaven Dou against Moonlight. The weighty air of the grand finale pressed down over the huge circular Soul Duel Arena, and even the roaring waves of noise carried a taut anticipation.
Inside the private box, however, everyone's focus was now on the soul masters taking the stage for both sides.
He Qiang's gaze swept over the members of the Heaven Dou Team forming up. Then it abruptly stopped on the last figure, and his thick black sword-like eyebrows pressed sharply inward, like blades chopping down. His aura spread silently. "It's him?!"
Beside him, Zhu Wuneng was gnawing on a piece of fruit. At that, he immediately followed He Qiang's gaze, curiosity on his chubby face. "Which him? That new face over on the Heaven Dou Team's side..."
It was a lean, hardened young man with a cold, rigid face, standing on the flank of Heaven Dou's formation.
"Let me see..." He narrowed his eyes and checked the announcer's information. "Rending Thunder Wolf, Level 46, Xiao Che!"
He Qiang nodded, his tone carrying a faint, hard-to-detect complexity. "Mm. I didn't expect him to be Level 46 already."
Zhu Wuneng clicked his tongue. "His martial