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The atmosphere in the Soul Master Tournament preparation area had long since become tense as a drawn bow.

Within the Sun Moon team's camp, Jing Hongchen swept his gaze over the members beside him before finally settling on Jin Tianming. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly handed over command of the upcoming free-for-all. "Tianming, you will have full authority over the deployment arrangements for this battle."

Jin Tianming had expected this. There was no surprise on his face as he calmly accepted the responsibility.

He turned around, his gaze slowly passing over the other Sun Moon team members. His tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable force. "I will fight personally. As for the remaining six slots, discuss them among yourselves and decide.

"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 is never smooth sailing. Everyone must endure the tempering of wind and rain. Avoidance will never solve any trouble."

"Rather than fear our disadvantage, we might as well give it everything we have."

With that, Jin Tianming said no more and steadily walked down from the platform.

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

"Every one of them is so desperate to beat me just once?" The corners of Jin Tianming's lips rose slightly, forming an expression of confidence and disdain.

His gaze slowly shifted toward the Heavenly Soul Team, meeting the eyes of Lei Ze, the Heavenly Soul Team's core member.

The instant their gazes met, not a word was spoken, yet Jin Tianming had already concluded that in this