Even after repeatedly pulling stunts and making a fool of himself in public,
Tang San still seemed unable to recognize what his true strength was.
Right now, he was hardly any different from a support.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong could at least be called soft supports who provided buffs and enhancements, though they lacked control.
Tang San, meanwhile, could barely be considered a soft support with a little control.
His control did not last long, he had no damage, and he could not stand at the front and take hits.
And if he was not careful, he might even injure his teammates by mistake.
After all, the first time he used his First Soul Skill, it had affected Yu Xiaogang.
He could be said to embody every possible flaw.
Stripping away the essence and combining the dregs.
Yet Tang San forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and did not lash out.
On one hand, there were so many Teachers and students watching.
On the other hand, he truly had not demonstrated any strength that could convince them.
He would just assume that dean Flender's temporary arrangements had caused him to be ranked last.
Eighth was eighth, then.
Tang San decided that he would use his strength to raise his ranking.
There was no hope of reaching the top three.
But he should at least be somewhere in the middle, right?
Just then, Flender took eight prepared masks out of his Soul Tool bracelet.
"How you participate in soul battles is up to you."
"These are for you. One each. Wear them properly when you participate in soul battles."
"Also, speak less while you are on stage. Try not to let your opponents learn your ages."
Dai Mubai accepted the masks and handed them out.
Everyone was familiar with their