As the tournament progressed, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament gradually entered its final stages, and the battles grew increasingly fierce and deadlocked. Every team that had made it into the third round was an elite force that had fought its way through brutal eliminations, and every member stood among the finest young soul masters.
After a brief day of rest, the third round finally began amid eager anticipation. The elites from the various academies were itching for battle, and the air was thick with tense hostility. The spectator stands were packed, everyone holding their breath as they awaited this pinnacle clash between young geniuses.
Sun Buyu slowly returned to the waiting area with the draw slip in hand. His gaze fell upon it as he announced in a calm, clear voice, "Your opponent in the third round will be—Thunderclap Academy!"
The Imperial Dou members all wore expressions that were difficult to read.
"Interesting," Yu Feng muttered in a low voice, secretly glancing at Feng Yao out of the corner of his eye. Could Xiao Feng be naturally at odds with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Every time he runs into someone from Blue Lightning, something always happens.
Dugu Yan sharply caught Yu Feng's little movement, her red lips curving slightly. "What's wrong? Has our 'chatterbox bird' gone mute today?"
Yu Feng sheepishly shrank his neck, but he still could not help glancing at Feng Yao again. Feng Yao was casually adjusting his cuffs, yet the faint upward curve of his lips carried an unmistakable hint of ill intent.
"Heh, enemies truly do meet on narrow roads." Dugu Bo narrowed his long, thin eyes and said in a chilling tone, "Boy, beat those people from Thunderclap Academy half to death. If I see you holding back even