Back at the hotel, everyone crowded into Master's room again. Zhang Yang, who had been holding back a bellyful of words on the way, finally spoke without restraint. "Teacher, I did pretty well today, right?"
Master nodded in satisfaction. Zhang Yang's performance today had naturally been beyond reproach—one could even call it a perfect debut.
Ma Hongjun patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and laughed. "Nicely done, Zhang Yang. You gave everyone a real shock the very first time you appeared."
Dai Mubai also said with a smile, "I was still a little bothered that you didn't fight in the match against Royal Academy. But now that I think about it, it's a good thing you didn't fight that day. One Laser and you flattened all the opponents. There wasn't even anything left for me to do."
Dai Mubai's candid words made everyone laugh happily.
Within Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong was devising tomorrow's battle plan for the Spirit Hall Team.
"Zhang Yang is only a level-forty Soul Ancestor. Although this Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill is terrifying, it isn't impossible to counter."
"First, a Soul Skill with such immense power must consume enormous amounts of Soul Power and require several seconds of charging. Godwind Academy lost so thoroughly today because they had to protect Huo Wu while she used Ring Fusion, causing their formation to be too concentrated."
"So, you only need to spread out your formation, or directly keep Shrek Academy occupied. Then that skill will be useless even if he uses it."
"Also, from what I've observed, he doesn't seem particularly good at defense. Feng Xiaotian's first strike of the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes was enough to knock him from the sky. You can use that weakness to limit his attacks."
"Zhang Yang only used two Soul Skills in this match: