Elsewhere, Mo Hui was still baffled by Tang San's perplexing actions. Could the allure of becoming champions of the Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament really be that great?
Although the reward for the champion team was three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, the temptation was indeed enormous. After all, some Titled Douluo did not even possess Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones.
But that was assuming you could actually win the championship!
Could it be that Tang San thought adding two thousand-year soul rings to his Clear Sky Hammer meant he could defeat him or the Spirit Hall Team?
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hui finally shook his head.
Forget it. People on Douluo Continent were more or less out of their minds anyway. Maybe Tang San had simply been struck by a sudden flash of inspiration.
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Due to the tournament rules, Godwind Academy, which had ranked first in the advancement matches, did not need to participate in the second round and received a direct bye.
After two rounds of battles, the thirty-three participating teams had been whittled down to just ten.
At this point in the competition, there were no weak teams left. They were the Divine Wind Team, Thunder Team, Skywater Team, Heaven Dou Royal Team, Star Luo Royal Team, Spirit Hall Team, Shrek Team, and three unknown teams.
Among them, even Shrek, the weakest on paper, had three Soul Ancestors. As for obviously far stronger teams like the Divine Wind Team and Spirit Hall Team, they even had Soul Kings within their ranks.
With Mo Hui personally taking the field, Divine Wind once again easily defeated an unknown team, claiming victory in the third round of the finals!
However, not every team