Round Robin Ends

Ling Luochen's performance today truly stunned the members of Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy.

But it was not because she had instantly controlled every member of the opposing side.

After all, Changning Academy's response had clearly been somewhat flustered, and their positioning had not been spread out enough. Getting wiped out all at once by an area-control skill did not prove all that much.

What truly made them unable to sit still was that even the Spirit Saint-level referee on the field had been frozen.

Even if it had only been five seconds.

Even if the referee had not released his Martial Soul to defend himself at the time.

Everyone knew that if this had been a real battle, five seconds of control was already enough for a team's formation to be completely torn apart and its core combat power focused down and killed first.

If even a Spirit Saint-level expert could not withstand that duration of control, who could guarantee they would come out unscathed before Ling Luochen's ten-thousand-year Soul Skill?

Ma Rulong was silent for a long time before he spoke, his voice pressed extremely low. "Someone added something to her from behind. She herself is an Ice Attribute Spirit King. The range and precision of a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill couldn't possibly reach that level. That wasn't her power alone."

He did not say "who," but everyone's gaze fell on the back of the youth on the arena who was withdrawing his hand. From beginning to end, he had not released his Martial Soul. He had only stood behind Ling Luochen, one hand pressed against the back of her hand, looking as though he had not even exerted any strength, like a spectator standing off to the side and waiting for the result. But everyone knew that