"State your names." The Unbreakable Douluo looked at the two young men before him.
"Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy, Miga."
"Star Luo Royal Soul Master Academy, Dai Luoli."
The two young men, roughly the same height, both spoke with overwhelming fighting spirit.
Their academies both bore the word "Royal." Meeting in the competition meant they were far more than mere opponents.
"Retreat to the edges of the Competition Stage and wait for my command," the Unbreakable Douluo said gravely.
The two turned and walked away, taking their positions more than a hundred meters apart as they faced each other from afar.
The audience below had long been waiting eagerly, and even their chatter died down.
The Unbreakable Douluo swept his arm down from above and shouted, "Begin!"
The moment his words fell, a metallic clang erupted from Miga of the Sun Moon Team. Visible to the naked eye, bright blue metallic light flipped over from behind him like a suit of armor, covering his entire body.
The armor greatly resembled the plate armor of heavily armored cavalry from ten thousand years ago. It made the originally lean and tall Miga appear three times larger.
As a member of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy, there was no need to guess—he was a Soul Tool Master, and a Level 6 Soul Tool Master at that.
Just as Miga finished summoning his armor, Dai Luoli did not remain idle either. He charged forward at high speed, a faint blood-colored glow radiating from his body. Beneath his feet, five Soul Rings rose in succession.
"A Soul King? Heh, good."
The enlarged Competition Stage was a huge advantage for Soul Tool Masters. Miga glanced at Dai Luoli, who was still fifty meters away. He grabbed to his side with his right hand,