Moyan: Who the hell are you? Tang San:

The atmosphere in the Soul Master Competition preparation area had long since grown taut and heavy.

In the Sun Moon Team camp, Jing Hongchen swept his gaze over the team members beside him before finally settling on Jin Tianming. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly handed over the authority to arrange their deployment for this grand melee. "Tianming, you will decide the lineup for this battle."

Jin Tianming had expected this. There was not a trace of surprise on his face as he calmly accepted this authority.

He turned around, his gaze slowly sweeping across the other Sun Moon Team members. His tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable force. "I will fight personally. As for the remaining six spots, discuss and decide among yourselves.

"I know very well that this forest battlefield is indeed a natural disadvantage for a team like ours that relies on Soul Tools."

He paused, and his eyes sharpened. "But a Soul Master's growth has never been smooth sailing. People must always endure the trials of wind and rain. Running away will never solve any trouble."

"Rather than fear our disadvantage, we might as well go all out."

With that, Jin Tianming said no more and turned to walk steadily off the platform.

His eagle-like gaze swept over the battlefield layout below. In a single instant, he saw through the many hidden arrangements Wen Yu of the Star Luo Battle Team had made.

"Every last one of them is so eager to beat me just once?" Jin Tianming's lips curled upward despite himself, forming an arc of confidence and disdain.

His gaze slowly shifted toward the Heavenly Soul Team, where it met that of Lei Ze, the Heavenly Soul Team's core member.

The moment their eyes met, not a word needed to be exchanged. Jin Tianming