He raised a finger and pointed to himself. "Starting today, I'll personally be your opponent during the afternoon's practical combat sessions. The rules are simple: your five teams will take the field one by one. The ten of you will fight together against me alone. Your goal is to last one incense stick under my attacks."
The moment he said this, the whole crowd erupted!
There were fifty geniuses. Even divided up, each team had ten people!
And they were all outstanding Soul Ancestors, with their captains being Soul Kings or close to becoming one! Ten of them against him alone? And they had to last an incense stick?
This wasn't training. It was blatant humiliation! A complete denial of their strength!
Huo Wu was the first to leap out, her brows shooting up. "Lin Yi! You're being far too arrogant! Ten against one? Do you really think you're a Titled Douluo?!"
She knew Lin Yi had won the Soul Master Tournament, and that he had claimed to be a Soul Emperor at the time.
Now, with ten of them working together, the different Martial Souls and Soul Skills could combine their power in ways that went far beyond simple addition. She didn't believe Lin Yi could handle them with ease.
Feng Xiaotian furrowed his brows as well, feeling that Lin Yi was overconfident. Shui Bing'er's eyes flickered as if she were calculating something. Dugu Yan wore an amused smile, her emerald eyes fixed on Lin Yi as though he were interesting prey. Only Ye Lingling remained expressionless, though her fingers curled slightly.
"Whether I'm arrogant or not, you'll find out when you try." Lin Yi's tone was calm, but carried an unquestionable pressure. "After one incense stick, the first team will get ready. Now, split into teams."
The team