The arena was suffused with faint Soul Power fluctuations. The seven of them lounged at an angle, their faces full of carefree disdain when they first faced Xiao Hongchen. Their eyes were filled with contempt, and they did not regard Xiao Hongchen's group of three as worthy opponents at all.
In their eyes, these three young brats were merely trash who knew how to fiddle with some junk Soul Tools. They were utterly unqualified to be their opponents.
In this era, Soul Tools had always occupied an awkward position.
Not only did Shrek Academy look down on Soul Tools from the bottom of its heart, but other academies did the same—whether they were mediocre ordinary academies, powerful academies with some foundation, or obscure academy teams hidden away in remote mountain ravines whose names few had even heard of, all of them unanimously agreed with Shrek Academy's view of Soul Tools.
They stubbornly believed that the Soul Tools researched by the Sun Moon Empire were nothing but flashy, useless junk. Only the Martial Souls awakened within themselves were the foundation upon which Soul Masters stood, the true mainstream power.
It could be said that this group had long been led astray by Shrek Academy.
Precisely because of this, the seven people before Xiao Hongchen completely looked down on the three of them. They felt that Soul Tools were nothing special; as long as their defenses were a little stronger and their speed a little faster, they could easily evade them.
Yet things often exceeded people's expectations. That was why, when this group fell into such a predicament, the regret in their eyes was simply a marvelous sight to behold.
"What the hell is this? Why does it track us? And isn't this guy's precise targeting a little too bizarre?"
The seven