The Star Luo Royal Academy Team felt the greatest pressure.
As they entered, Qin Yuan noticed that every member looked grim, as though losing the match would mean losing everything.
Under such pressure, unless every one of them was a monster at handling stress, major mistakes on the Arena would be inevitable.
By contrast, though Lei Meng and the others were less lively than before and had grown solemn, the mood among the Imperial Fighting Team was far better.
One incense stick remained before the match began.
In the Imperial Fighting Team's rest area.
After taking a seat, Qin Yuan teased them. "Those who truly want to win wear no smiles. Looks like you're giving this everything you've got."
Before, they would have answered with smiles. Now, every face was stern.
Lei Meng said awkwardly, "Teacher, stop teasing us. If we lose, our tournament ends here. How could we not regret failing to take second place?"
Apart from Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, the Imperial Fighting Team's members were no longer young. This was their last tournament. If they left with regrets, those regrets might gnaw at them for life.
Qin Yuan continued, "Don't put so much pressure on yourselves. So what if you win or lose?"
"Victory and defeat matter so much to you now because your horizons are limited to the Soul Ancestor and Soul Elder stages. Once you become Spirit Emperors, or even Spirit Saints, you won't care about the results of the Soul Master Tournament."
"There are countless people who've lost a match but won at life. Don't let one moment's gain or loss cast a shadow over the rest of your lives."
If they won the battle of nerves, they could win this match.
Qin Yuan's words sounded like comfort, but he was also easing