"Teacher Shi Nian, our opponents are that team from Spirit Hall. What should we do?"
A male member of the Blue Sunshine Academy Team, whose prematurely aged face made him look over thirty, suddenly spoke up.
His voice sounded dispirited and anxious.
He was the captain of the Blue Sunshine Academy Team, the only Soul Ancestor on the entire team whose strength exceeded rank forty.
"What do you mean, what should we do? Proceed as planned."
Shi Nian's expression was equally grim, even downright gloomy.
He had never expected Canghui Academy's luck to be this rotten. They had drawn a formidable opponent like the Martial Soul Hall Second Team in the very first round.
"Why are you all drooping like wilted vegetables? Pull yourselves together! This is only your first opponent."
Seeing how dejected the team members looked, as though all their fighting spirit had drained away, Shi Nian felt his temper flare and could not help reprimanding them.
"But that's a team from Spirit Hall."
Another Canghui Academy student muttered under his breath.
Shi Nian immediately frowned, a trace of cold menace threading through his powerful voice:
"So what if they're from Spirit Hall? What is there to fear? It's not as though we have no trump card."
The captain of the Blue Sunshine Academy Team looked startled and instinctively asked:
"Ah, Teacher, do you mean we should use the trump card we prepared against them?"
Shi Nian promptly glared at him.
"Idiot! A trump card is the key to victory, something you reveal only when there's no other choice. This is merely the first match. What sense would it make to play it now? How would you fight the matches afterward?"
The prematurely aged captain shrank back, but still braced himself against Shi Nian's stern, chilling gaze and