Barak Academy, from the Balak Kingdom, naturally could not have known any of this.
Seeing Ye Fan's shit-green uniform covered in all kinds of emblems,
the tall young man immediately burst out laughing.
"There's actually a uniform like this?"
"It's truly ugly enough."
"I wonder how strong you are?"
"I'm a four-ring Soul Ancestor, a genius Soul Master from Barak Academy."
Ye Fan remained calm and paid it no mind.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar exchanged a glance.
"Who would know that Fan Ge is actually a Soul King?"
As Ma Hongjun and Oscar spoke,
the match had already begun at the referee's announcement.
Without even using his martial soul, Ye Fan charged forward.
Seeing that Ye Fan had not even used his martial soul,
the Soul Master from Barak Academy looked down on him even more.
He was also extremely confident in his own strength. Among the entire Barak Academy team,
he was not only the captain, but also the strongest member.
His Soul Power had surpassed rank forty.
Without using any soul skills, he charged straight ahead,
preparing to smash Ye Fan apart.
Ye Fan suddenly accelerated,
then fiercely kicked the opponent directly in the chest.
His foot had already landed,
but a second burst of force suddenly erupted immediately afterward.
Bang!
Under the crushing force,
the tall young man was sent flying with a heavy bang.
Ye Fan's gaze drifted toward Barak Academy's other team members.
He said softly,
"Please send up the next genius Soul Master from Barak Academy."
Those few simple words were like a spark tossed into a powder keg.
On Barak Academy's side,
seven or eight people immediately rushed forward,
charging toward Ye Fan menacingly.
"What are you doing?"
The referee appeared in time, but he could only try to stop them with words.