"Since that's the case, we couldn't show them an embarrassing duel."
After the joke passed, Yu Tianheng tightly gripped Dugu Yan's hand, his expression solemn as he voiced the fighting spirit in his heart.
Dugu Yan was greatly encouraged as well. The way she looked at her lover seemed even more infatuated. She nodded shyly and replied in a low voice, "All right."
The third round's final match was about to begin very soon.
Both sides had already stepped onto the arena, staring at each other.
Unlike the second round, Martial Soul Hall Academy did not act overconfident either, directly sending out their Golden Generation.
With the referee's call, the match officially began.
Both sides released their martial souls and soul rings at the same time, but when the two were compared, there was already an obvious gap in just the most conspicuous thing—the number of soul rings.
What was even more terrifying was that among the five soul rings released by the three members of the Golden Generation, each of them had one pitch-black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Such an obvious gap was enormous pressure on Yu Tianheng, who stood at the very front.
In that instant, he seemed to feel as if he were suffocating.
Fortunately, from behind him, another aura surged out as well, supporting that pressure together with him. Only then did he swiftly recover his state.
He did not need to look back to know clearly that this was Dugu Yan's aura. The thought that his lover was facing it with him from behind made the fighting spirit in Yu Tianheng's heart grow even stronger.
His gaze was firm as he looked straight ahead, ready to meet the battle.
But just as he finished preparing, Martial Soul Hall Academy was the first to launch