The referee scanned both sides and said in a deep voice.
"State your names."
"Freshman class five, Dai Huabin."
Dai Huabin stepped forward, his tone icy. The decisiveness and ruthless nature he had developed since childhood, along with his habit of slaughtering Soul Beasts, caused an invisible killing intent to burst forth, as he attempted to overwhelm Chen Junting.
"Zhu Lu."
"Cui Yajie."
At the same time, after sensing Dai Huabin's killing intent, Chen Junting's heart remained utterly unmoved. Instead, he almost wanted to laugh.
Such killing intent could never compare to the Seven Kills Sword.
"Freshman Class Nine, Chen Junting." As his eyes flickered, Dai Huabin's expression suddenly turned ugly, because he could clearly feel his own momentum being forcefully suppressed.
Only after Qin Lan and Gao Ming finished their introductions did Dai Huabin feel the pressure on him suddenly ease.
Fierce light flashed in his eyes.
At that moment, the referee stretched both arms out to the sides, indicating that both parties should retreat to the edge of the arena. During this time, Dai Huabin's vicious gaze never left Chen Junting for even an instant.
On the Spectator Stand, Yan Shaozhe paid more attention to Chen Junting's arena. At the same time, he pondered which side had the greater chance of victory: Dai Huabin Team or Chen Junting Team.
More than that, however, he hoped that Dai Huabin Team's Martial Soul Fusion Skill could force out Chen Junting's true strength.
Just then, a booming voice suddenly rang out.
"Old Yan, you sure look free."
Yan Shaozhe did not turn around, but he already knew who had arrived. "Qian Duoduo, you have the nerve to say that? As the Vice Dean of the Soul Engineer Department, what are you doing in our Martial Soul Department watching a Freshman Assessment?"