White Armor Earth Dragon

"Take a break. In ten minutes, follow my assignments and form teams for a test."

After roughly dividing everyone into large groups, Teacher Lu Song let the students rest. Presumably, he wanted them to use this break to get familiar with one another.

Yan's team had six people, including the chubby Tuo Ba Hong. After the teacher announced the break, the other four gathered together to discuss tactics. Yan did not join them, instead standing at the edge of the field and watching Lu Song.

"Boss Yan, what should we do?"

Tuo Ba Hong followed Yan around like a loyal lackey, seemingly ready to follow his lead in everything.

Yan still could not quite figure out this little fatty. After glancing at him, Yan looked toward Lu Song again and said in a low voice, "Do you think a team thrown together at the last minute like ours stands a chance against a three-ringed Soul Elder?"

"Uh... well... maybe a little?"

Tuo Ba Hong scratched his head and looked at the four people behind them who were calling them over to discuss things. He hesitated badly. Clearly, he knew that five or six people grouped together on the spot had almost no chance of defeating a three-ringed Soul Elder.

"One point nine meters tall, but his arms are only sixty centimeters long, while his legs are one point one meters. That sickle does not look much different from an ordinary one, so it has probably only undergone one transformation. He is likely from a commoner background. With the sickle included, his attack range is quite large, but he probably will not use it. After all, he is dealing with a group of six- and seven-year-old children."

Yan stared into the distance at Lu Song. An unnoticed glimmer flashed in his eyes as streams of information intertwined in his mind, constructing a three-dimensional image. Using the Pythagorean theorem and other mathematical methods, he quickly calculated the teacher's approximate measurements.

"Boss Yan, what are you... uh... talking about?"

The little fatty was utterly confused. He was about to pat Yan on the shoulder when Yan reached over and smacked him lightly on the head. "One point two meters. You are a little too tall. Later, stay at least three steps away from him. If he does not use his sickle Martial Soul, keep your head tucked in the entire time.

"The ratio between his height and arm length is rather extreme. If he uses his fists against a group of children, he will probably have to bend over. That will be our chance. By the way, how good is your White Armor Earth Dragon Martial Soul? How far can you control earth elements, and how strong is that ability?"

Yan turned to Tuo Ba Hong and questioned him. He had to know his teammate's capabilities before he could effectively formulate a battle plan. Although he had once defeated a Soul Ancestor alone, that had been a special life-or-death situation. It did not mean he truly possessed Soul Ancestor-level combat strength.

Besides, the situation now differed from that day. He was taking a teacher's test and could only use conventional methods. Tricks like throwing lime in someone's face were out of the question, so they could only rely on teamwork.

Although the White Armor Earth Dragon Martial Soul was not a true dragon breed like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it ranked among the best of the earth dragons. It contained an extremely powerful dragon bloodline and naturally possessed a certain degree of earth-element control.

"Boss Yan, I have level-six Innate Soul Power. I can control some of the dirt within one meter of me and make it adhere to my body. And because I am fat, thick-skinned, and not afraid of pain, my defense is pretty good too."

The chubby Tuo Ba Hong cheerfully introduced himself to Yan. "Although I have not obtained my first Soul Ring yet, I have learned some attacking techniques. I can control dirt to wrap around my entire body, turning into a ball and rolling forward. This move once smashed down a big tree..."

"Tuo Ba... forget it. I will call you Fatty. Fatty, when you meet people in the future, do not reveal your information in such detail."

Yan looked deeply at the ever-smiling little fatty. He had not expected this guy to trust him so much that he would reveal everything about himself. The White Armor Earth Dragon and earth-element control were not much of an issue.

The important part was what came after. For Soul Masters, the special abilities of their Martial Souls could not be casually revealed to others. Even asking about them was taboo among Soul Masters.

Moreover, the technique Fatty had learned was probably a secret soul skill of the White Armor Earth Dragon Clan. If outsiders learned of it, who knew what trouble it might bring.

"Hey! Are you two done whispering? Break time is almost over. Get over here and talk things out."

"Yeah, the six of us are a team now. This is not the time to form your own two-man group."

While Yan and Tuo Ba Hong were talking, the other four grew irritated when they kept getting no response and shouted at them angrily.

"Let's go over too. There is no harm in discussing things."

The little fatty looked at Yan. Yan did not insist on staying put, merely shook his head and walked toward the four of them.

Among the six people in their group, aside from Yan, the strongest was the little fatty, who was close to level-nine Soul Power. Of the rest, even the strongest had only barely reached level six, and their Martial Souls were all rather average.

The moment Lu Song released his Martial Soul earlier, these four had practically gone weak in the knees. They would probably react the same way once they entered the field. Yan had not counted on them at all, which was why he had been so indifferent.

Still, the four of them were not entirely wrong. This was a six-person team, not a two-person group. Even if he looked down on them, they could still serve as cannon fodder. He needed to make some arrangements for them.

"Break time is over. Everyone, gather up."

The ten-minute break passed quickly. At Teacher Lu Song's call, the scattered students gathered around in small groups, waiting for him to direct the next step.

"First group, you lot. Come on."

After looking around, Lu Song casually picked a group. Yan's gaze flickered slightly. He had not expected his luck to be this bad, being called up in the first round. By all logic, shouldn't transmigrators come with some sort of luck? Weren't they supposed to be the finale? He had just been thinking of observing a little longer.

"Stop standing around. Release your Martial Souls."

Lu Song loosened up his body, then casually waved at Yan and the others. They had no choice now. One by one, they released their Martial Souls. Amid waves of Soul Power, subtle changes appeared in each of their bodies.

The chubby Tuo Ba Hong's body swelled by a full circle, though his proportions became somewhat more slender. Fine white scales appeared across his exposed skin, his hands turned into strange claws, and a faint earthy-yellow glow lingered around his body.

His White Armor Earth Dragon Martial Soul possessed good innate quality and the strength of a high-grade Martial Soul. A faint draconic aura swept outward.

After Tuo Ba Hong released his Martial Soul, Martial Soul fluctuations also flickered around the other four. Black Panther, Blue Tiger, and White Bear—they looked impressive enough, but they did not trigger any energy fluctuations. Clearly, they were not soul beasts.

Ferocious beasts might possess greater combat power than low-level soul beasts, but they could only be considered lower-middle-grade Martial Souls. The Innate Soul Power they awakened with could reach at most level four or five. These three were not particularly strong either, each only barely at level five.

"Awooo~~~"

The remaining person among the four was somewhat better. Pale azure light rippled around him, stirring a breeze. His was an Azure Wolf Spirit with wind attributes and level-six Soul Power. He could barely be considered to have some combat strength.

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