"Mm." The supervising teacher nodded. The stern expression on his face faded, and a smile returned.
The children before him were all elite students of Spirit Hall Academy, gifted prodigies. An unusual look appeared in the supervising teacher's eyes—the fondness of someone who appreciated talent.
He continued in a gentle tone:
"Also, if you get injured during the Soul Fight, remember to come find me right away. I'll arrange treatment for you. All right, the Spirit Fighting Platform is yours now. Enjoy your Soul Fights."
After saying that, the supervising teacher turned and left the Spirit Fighting Hall, not forgetting to close the doors for Ye Qifeng and the others.
Once the supervising teacher had left, Yan impatiently looked at Xie Yue and asked:
"Xie Yue, are you going first, or am I?"
Before Xie Yue could answer, Yan burst into laughter and sprang onto the center of the Spirit Fighting Platform, saying to himself:
"I'll go first. I can't wait any longer."
Xie Yue's face darkened. He swallowed the words that had just reached his lips and couldn't help grumbling inwardly:
Damn it... if you wanted to go first, then why the hell did you even ask?!
Once on the Spirit Fighting Platform, Yan's expression immediately changed. He no longer looked carefree and boorish; surging fighting spirit rose in his eyes.
Looking at Ye Qifeng, his hearty voice echoed through the Spirit Fighting Hall:
"Xiao Feng, get up here already. Let me see your Martial Soul and Spirit Skills..."
Ye Qifeng nodded and was just about to leap onto the Spirit Fighting Platform.
At that moment, Hu Liena suddenly reached out with her little hand and tugged at the corner of Ye Qifeng's clothes. In a soft voice, she whispered:
"Xiao Feng, be careful. Yan's Martial Soul is very