Of everyone present, only one person seemed completely out of place.
Han Yuchen.
He had not even summoned his martial soul. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely at the very back of his side's formation.
Like an old man taking an after-dinner walk in his own backyard.
Every now and then, a stray shockwave from the battle flew his way. He would simply tilt his head or lightly slide a foot, dodging it lazily with the smallest possible movement.
His relaxed demeanor formed an utterly absurd contrast with the fierce battlefield around him.
"Hahaha!"
Dai Weisi forced Dai Mubai back with a punch, then swept a contemptuous gaze over Han Yuchen.
"Dai Mubai, this is the reinforcements you found? A coward who does not even dare summon his martial soul?"
His booming voice echoed across the entire arena.
The spectator stands immediately erupted with laughter.
"I'm dying! Is that guy sleepwalking here?"
"Does Shrek have no one left? They sent an idiot up just to make up the numbers?"
"Get lost! Coward!"
Han Yuchen seemed not to hear the mockery filling the arena.
He did not even raise an eyelid.
A coward?
The act had gone on long enough.
These people coordinated quite well, but sadly... they were all muscle and no brains.
His Spiritual Power had long since scanned every Star Luo Academy member's Soul Power flow, attack habits, and the tiny gaps in their coordination with perfect clarity.
It was like watching a terrible movie played at one-eighth speed. Every movement, every flaw, was crystal clear.
His gaze finally settled on the veiled woman at the back of the Star Luo formation, who had not moved from beginning to end.
Xing Ying.
She was the real deal.
Han Yuchen discovered that although Xing Ying stood