The day of the tournament's opening had finally arrived. After the host delivered a passionate opening speech, the atmosphere in the venue was ignited to its peak. With all of Eight Soul Suppressors' upper echelons seated in the viewing area, the competition officially began.
According to the rules, every school had to complete five matches in the first round of preliminaries. As for what kind of opponents they would face, that depended entirely on the competitors' luck. The tournament employed a large-scale soul guidance computing system independently developed by Eight Soul Suppressors. Even if it was given only two keywords, it could quickly provide the corresponding answer.
However, the annual Soul Master Tournament had one rule: as the hosts, the Eight Soul Suppressors Team could not actively draw an opponent and could only be drawn by other teams.
Even though the academy's higher-ups had made such a decision, the contestants from the other schools would rather fight other teams to the bitter end than run into the Eight Soul Suppressors Team.
Eight Soul Suppressors was originally a gathering place for the nation's elite Soul Masters, with dozens of Titled Douluo stationed there. How weak could students personally taught by Titled Douluo possibly be? They were probably all freaks capable of fighting above their level!
The first ten teams were quite lucky and did not get matched against the Eight Soul Suppressors Team. They all completed their preliminary matches without any surprises.
After those ten teams had finished all five of their preliminary matches, the eleventh team stepped onto the arena and began randomly drawing their opponent!
As the symbols of one team after another flashed across the enormous screen, the most exciting moment arrived. Just as that team prayed that misfortune would not befall them, the team symbol that had