Battle Against the Dai Huabin Team

The morning sunlight spilled across Sea God Lake, making its surface shimmer.

Willow branches hung along the shore, and when the breeze blew, willow fluff drifted everywhere.

Xuan Zi reclined in a lounge chair, surrounded by gnawed chicken bones. He held a greasy chicken wing in one hand and a massive Purple-Red Wine Gourd in the other.

His clothes were stained with grease and wine, his hair was a tangled mess, and he looked every bit like a disheveled drunkard.

Wang Yan stood respectfully at his side, holding the Freshman Assessment battle record book.

The lake remained quiet for a long while before Wang Yan finally bowed and spoke. "Elder Xuan, what do you think?"

Xuan Zi took a huge bite of chicken wing and a large gulp of wine before mumbling, "That kid with the Heart Martial Soul is pretty good. Judging from his performance in the matches, he doesn't have any obvious weaknesses. His body, Soul Power, and tactical awareness are all excellent. An eleven-year-old Soul Elder with a Body Martial Soul—he's a fine prospect."

Wang Yan nodded. Before he could reply, Xuan Zi abruptly changed the subject. "As for that other kid with a Body Martial Soul you mentioned, he's a little lacking. He should have a skill similar to spiritual detection, and he does have value in a team. Unfortunately, his first Soul Ring is only ten years old. That's an irreparable flaw."

Wang Yan hurriedly argued, "But, Elder Xuan, he has a Body Martial Soul too! The Spiritual Eyes are a Body Martial Soul, and a spiritual attribute is no less rare than a Heart Martial Soul!"

Xuan Zi waved a hand, cutting him off. His tone became unusually serious. "You should know what matters most for a Body Martial Soul. Potential—the possibility of combat