Beichen Academy!
Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar all stood up and knelt on one knee.
"We will certainly live up to the Palace Master's expectations!"
Fu Shiyan looked at them, a look of satisfaction flashing in her eyes:
Get up.
"Elder Fu Zhi, please explain the competition rules and precautions to them in detail."
"Yes."
It was already afternoon when I stepped out of the Council Hall.
Sunlight streamed onto the cobblestone square, casting a golden glow.
The Simulation Tang San standing on the steps in front of the hall, gazing at the distant, continuous mountain peaks and sea of clouds.
Observing Tang San from the sidelines, one could sense the turmoil in his heart.
Responsibility, expectations, pressure, and a hint of... excitement.
"The Xiao San."
Ma Hongjun walked over and patted him on the shoulder:
"A lot of pressure?"
"A little."
Simulation Tang San's honesty:
"My master said we must win the championship."
"Then let's win the championship!"
Oscar grinned and leaned closer.
"The six of us grew up together, our teamwork is unparalleled."
"Although Mo Xuan and the other two have only known each other for a short time, they are all quite strong."
He counted on his fingers:
"You're level 48, Fatty is level 45, Zhu Qing is level 43, Xiao Wu is level 44, I'm level 42, Rongrong is level 41."
"Mo Xuan is level 42, Qin Sheng is level 41, Fang Fu is level 52—although they are a bit old, their combat strength is definitely sufficient."
"With this lineup, the championship is practically a sure thing!"
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him:
"Xiao Ao, don't underestimate them. The Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the core disciples of the Seven Great Sects, are not to be underestimated."
"Rongrong is right."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold and clear:
"Anything can happen during a major competition."
"So--"
Tang San Simulation around and looked at the five people.
"We will undergo intensive training for the next three months."
"It's not just about honing individual Spirit Skill, but more importantly, about teamwork."
"From today onwards, the nine of us will train together every afternoon."
Is there a problem?
"No!"
The five responded in unison.
And so, Tang San passively "followed" and Simulation Tang San, beginning a three-month special training program.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
The night before departure.
Simulation Tang San standing alone on the highest Star Gazing Platform in the Academy, gazing at the starry sky.
"Nervous?"
A gentle voice came from behind.
Fu Shiyan was already standing beside him without him noticing.
"A little."
Simulation Tang San's honesty:
"Master, I... I'm afraid of letting you down."
"Silly child."
Fu Shiyan ruffled his hair.
This action is exactly the same as that of a master in real life:
Whether you win the championship or not is not important.
"The important thing is that you can grow through this competition and see a wider world."
"I understand, and I know how you should walk your future path."
He paused:
"Remember, win or lose, your master will always be proud of you."
Simulation Tang San's slightly warm eye sockets:
"Disciple... understands."
Fu Shiyan smiled and handed him a storage ring:
"There are some pills and Soul Tool inside, which will be useful in the competition."
"Thank you, Master."
"Go on, get some rest. We're leaving tomorrow."
"Yes."
The next morning.
At the entrance of the Beichen Academy, two teams stood ready to depart.
The group consisted of ten people, led by someone Simulation Tang San. They wore white robes with gold patterns and jade tokens at their waists.
The second team consisted of ten people, led by Dugu Yan, all dressed in white, though with simpler patterns.
Elder Fu Zhi stood at the very front, his gaze sweeping over the twenty young men and women:
"Set off."
"Yes!"
The voices were perfectly synchronized.
The Simulation scenes flashed by rapidly, and the Soul Master Tournament arrived as scheduled.
"Third Brother, it's our turn."
Xiao Wu's voice came from beside her.
Tang San, in his Simulation, withdrew his gaze and looked at his teammates beside him.
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression was cold and stern, like a sharp sword about to be drawn.
Ning Rongrong and Oscar stood together, exchanging tactics in hushed tones.
Mo Xuan, Qin Sheng, and Fang Fu also adjusted their own state.
"Beichen Academy Team One, versus Flame Radiance Academy Team One!"
The referee's voice Amplifying Soul Tool throughout the entire arena:
"Please invite both teams to the stage!"
"Walk."
Simulation Tang San, he took the lead and walked towards the third arena.
Nine people followed closely behind.
On the arena, the seven opponents were already in position.
Dressed in fiery red team uniforms with flame emblems embroidered on their chests, they looked at the Simulation Tang San and his companions with obvious contempt.
"Beichen Academy? Never heard of it."
The red-haired youth at the head sneered:
"Which small academy from some remote mountain village dares to participate in the competition?"
His teammates burst into laughter.
The Simulation Tang San remained calm, merely glancing at the other person indifferently.
"Enough talk, let's begin."
"Hmph, arrogant!"
The red-haired youth sneered:
"Don't cry later!"
The referee raised his right hand:
"Both sides prepare—Go!"
The words had barely left his mouth!
The seven students from the Flame Radiance Academy simultaneously unleashed their Martial Soul!
All of them possessed fire-attribute Martial Soul, their Spirit Ring gleaming brightly, and their scorching aura instantly filled the entire arena!
"Flame Charge!"
The red-haired youth took the lead, transforming into a fiery meteor as he charged straight at the Simulation Tang San!
His teammates followed closely behind, each unleashing their Spirit Skill, and flames swept in like a tidal wave!
"Xiao Ao, Rongrong."
The Simulation Tang San spoke softly.
"Clear!"
Oscar and Ning Rongrong took a step forward at the same time!
"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Light!"
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's palm, and four streams of light shot out simultaneously, landing on the Simulation Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu!
Strength, speed, Soul Power, and defense – a quadruple boost!
"I have a Mushroom Sausage!"
Oscar tossed the sausage into the air, and it landed perfectly in the mouths of all four!
Flight capability, added!
The next moment--
The Simulation Tang San has started.
He didn't even release his Martial Soul.
It was just a step.
"Boom--!"
The ground shook!
Countless thick Blue Silver Vines burst forth from the ground, like giant pythons turning over, instantly entangling all seven members of the Flame Radiance Academy!
The vines were incredibly tough, with a metallic sheen on their surface; even the flames couldn't damage them in the slightest!
"What?!"
The red-haired youth's expression changed drastically; he struggled frantically, but couldn't move!
"Fatty."
Simulation Tang San's calm and collected tone.
"Hehe, watch this!"
Ma Hongjun grinned, and a golden-red phoenix spread its wings behind him!
"Second Spirit Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
A blazing golden-red streak shot out, precisely bypassing the vines and drawing a circle of fire around the seven people's feet.
"Should we continue?"
The Simulation Tang San looking at the referee.
The referee was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening:
"Northern Beichen Academy 1 wins!"
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Immediately, a deafening uproar erupted!
"One move?!"
"That Tang San, he didn't even use his Martial Soul, did he?!"
"What are those vines? Blue Silver Grass? Can Blue Silver Grass have this kind of strength?!"
On the stands, the representatives of all sides looked serious.
Beichen Academy...
This academy, which we'd never heard of before, stunned everyone with its debut!
Simulation Tang San retracting the vines and calmly leading his teammates off the stage.
His expression remained unchanged throughout.
The ensuing competition turned into an exhibition match for Team One of the Beichen Academy.
Victories were won one after another, without any suspense.
Team 1 of the Beichen Academy advanced to the qualifying rounds with a perfect record.
The second team from the Beichen Academy also performed exceptionally well.
Dugu Yan's Bilin Snake Poison controlled the entire field, Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia Healed Peerless, and together with the other eight elite members of the Inner Academy, they achieved a record of nine wins and one loss, successfully advancing to the next round.
The final day of the qualifiers.
The Simulation Tang San standing in the contestants' rest area, watching the match taking place on the arena.
"Third Brother, look over there."
Xiao Wu pointed to a fighting arena in the distance.
Tang San turned his head to watch.
On the ring, a team dressed in dingy green uniforms was desperately resisting their opponents' attacks.
Shrek Academy.