An overwhelming wave of dizziness made Jiang Zixuan's head feel like it was splitting apart. By the time he endured the throbbing pain and slowly pushed himself up, he discovered that his spar with Wu Peng had already ended.
Still dazed, he staggered to the edge of the platform. When he saw his companions, he stepped forward and asked about the battle.
"What happened? Why did I pass out? How did the spar end? Did we win?"
Faced with Jiang Zixuan's barrage of three questions, all seven teammates wore troubled expressions. No one knew how to respond, and the atmosphere immediately turned awkward.
It was Wu Peng who finally spoke up, easing the awkwardness.
"After I knocked you out, your seven teammates didn't hold on for long either. They were defeated soon afterward."
When Jiang Zixuan first heard the result, he did not believe it. He had always thought that with a numerical advantage, there was no way his team could fail to defeat a Five-Ring Soul King-level Agile Attack System Soul Master. Yet reality was this cruel. As the team's only main attacker whose cultivation had reached the Four-Ring Soul Ancestor realm, he had exposed a massive opening right at the start and been defeated in a single strike. It was the greatest blunder of his Soul Master career so far.
Jiang Zixuan was not overly distraught. Instead, he quickly accepted the outcome of their defeat, because he understood that the Third Special Police Squad had only just been formed. The team lacked nothing except Soul Power Level. Even now, the team's average Soul Power Level was still at the Soul Grandmaster level. One Soul Ancestor, one Soul Elder, and six Soul Grand Masters had virtually no chance of defeating a Five-Ring powerhouse. Unless their Soul Power Levels could