Night fell, and the Great Soul Arena buzzed with voices.
In the Heaven Dou Second Team's lounge.
Qin Yuan looked at the documents in his hand and said, "The Fighting Team is also taking part in Soul Fighting matches tonight."
"Although both teams belong to the academy and won't clash before the finals, once you reach that stage, you'll be each other's rivals. I've seen the Fighting Team's opponents tonight. On paper, the Fighting Team has a ninety percent chance of winning."
"Your opponents tonight, however, are a team made up entirely of Soul Ancestors. On paper, your chances of winning are less than thirty percent."
Naturally, Qin Yuan had personally selected the Heaven Dou Second Team's opponents.
He did not want the Imperial Fighting Team to lose its first match, but he wanted even less for the Heaven Dou Second Team to become arrogant soldiers and overbearing generals.
Tonight's match was a major test Qin Yuan had set for the Heaven Dou Second Team. With some time still left before the Soul Master Tournament began, if anyone's mindset severely hampered their performance, it would be better to replace them sooner rather than later.
Qin Yuan continued, "Your mindsets have all been good during training. When sparring with the practice teams, every one of you has performed up to standard. No one has dropped the ball."
"But this is the Great Soul Arena, not a training ground. There are cheers and jeers from the audience here. If you can't withstand the pressure from the spectators, I think you'd better leave the starting lineup sooner rather than later."
As the atmosphere at Heaven Dou Royal Academy changed, the academy had recruited a promising batch of talented students that year. Every one of them eyed the starting positions on the Fighting Team