The Reserve Team and the Main Team's Group Battle

But Dai Yueheng wasn't a narrow-minded person. It was just that the feeling of being chased didn't make him very comfortable.

Then look at the woman in the white dress and with white hair behind Dai Huabin.

Xue Qingyao.

Level 65 Soul Emperor, Ultimate Ice.

He's one level higher than him.

Dai Yueheng unconsciously clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

There was no way to defeat Ma Xiaotao; Xue Qingyao couldn't defeat her in one move, and he himself was no match for her.

Ling Luochen stood at the end of the line, also observing the group of people who had entered.

The first person she noticed was Xue Qingyao.

Without needing to release his Martial Soul, Ling Luochen could sense the icy aura emanating from the other party.

Extremely pure, extremely intense, like standing in front of a ten-thousand-year-old glacier.

The Ultimate Ice.

When these four words spread Inner Academy, Ling Luochen specifically sought out people to inquire about the details.

She had also heard the news that Ma Xiaotao had been frozen back in one move.

Having cultivated ice attributes for many years, she was all too aware of the difference between "Ultimate Ice" and ordinary ice attributes.

That cannot be compensated for through cultivation; they are not even on the same level.

Then her gaze shifted to Dai Huabin.

He was several years younger than her.

She exuded the same icy aura, though at a much lower concentration than Xue Qingyao, but the "texture" was exactly the same.

Ling Luochen's heart sank slightly.

What she had pursued her entire life, the other person had obtained through a stroke of luck. How could Ling Luochen not feel envious and jealous?

"Xiaotao is here."

Xixi's voice interrupted Ling Luochen's thoughts.

Ma Xiaotao had already walked up to the Main Team players.

Just as she was about to say something, a series of unhurried footsteps came from the side door of the Soul Fighting Arena, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol.

Grandpa Xuan Zi sauntered in.

Today I changed into a relatively clean gray robe, but I still didn't leave behind that greasy gourd at my waist.

As usual, he held a roasted chicken leg in his right hand, with golden oil occasionally dripping onto the ground.

Du Weilun followed behind him, carrying a stack of files in his arms, his lips twitching slightly. He was already used to seeing Xuan Zi like this.

"Is everyone here?" Xuan Zi asked vaguely.

"Xuan Zi, all seven members of the Main Team and seven members of the Reserve Team are present." Du Weilun flipped through the files.

Xuan Zi nodded, finished chewing the chicken in his mouth, and tossed the bone aside.

"Alright, enough chit-chat."

He first pointed with his shiny greasy hand to Ma Xiaotao's team, then to Dai Huabin's team.

"Both groups, get to know each other. You all know the Main Team, so I won't introduce you again. These seven Reserve Team were selected from yesterday's Outer Academy Selection Tournament."

He paused, his cloudy old eyes scanning the two teams.

"Starting today, the two teams will train together. The Main Team will be responsible for helping the Reserve Team adapt to the high-intensity competitive rhythm, while the Reserve Team's task is to hone their teamwork in the shortest possible time."

"The competition is a seven-on-seven team event, and the Reserve Team consists of substitutes."

But don't think you can just coast along as a substitute.

In previous competitions, the Reserve Team has had quite a few appearances, and in some matches, the substitutes have even carried the team.

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

Ma Xiaotao turned to look at the people on both sides and naturally took over the conversation.

"Alright, let's start the introduction from here."

She pointed directly at Dai Yueheng.

"Dai Yueheng, Martial Soul White Tiger, is a brother of Huabin, a sixty-fourth-rank Soul Emperor. A powerful Power Attack System Soul Emperor."

Dai Yueheng nodded slightly to Dai Huabin: "Hello everyone!"

Dai Huabin also nodded slightly to Dai Yueheng.

Then, Ma Xiaotao pointed at Gongyang Mo.

"Gongyang Mo, level 59 Soul King, Martial Soul Rainbow Dragon. A very powerful support-type Martial Soul."

Gongyang Mo waved to Dai Huabin others nonchalantly, his voice soft and gentle:

Hello, hello, nice to meet you.

Wang Dong'er was completely stunned; she never expected her senior to be like this.

"This is Chen Zifeng." Ma Xiaotao pointed to the rugged-looking boy, "His martial spirit is the Martial Soul -Soul-Chasing Sword, and he's a level 57 Soul King."

Chen Zifeng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yao Haoxuan." Ma Xiaotao pointed to another one, "Control type, Martial Soul: Heaven-Shaking Ape, Level 55 Soul King."

Yao Haoxuan nodded politely.

"Xixi, agility-based attacker, with the Martial Soul Lightning Leopard, a level 56 Soul King."

Xixi gave a crisp laugh.

"Ling Luochen. Control type, Ice Element Martial Soul, level 55 Soul King," Ma Xiaotao concluded.

The girl with short, ice-blue hair nodded slightly, her expression indifferent.

After Ma Xiaotao finished her introduction, she turned to Dai Huabin:

"You can sign up your own Reserve Team."

Dai Huabin didn't stand on ceremony and announced his name and rank in turn.

"Zhu Lu, Ice Shadow Spirit Cat, Level 42."

"Wang Dong'er, Light Goddess Butterfly, Level 35."

"Xiao Xiao, Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, Level 32."

"Cui Yajie, Nine-Tailed Fox, Level 33."

"Ning Tian, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, thirty-six levels."

"Xue Qingyao, Heavenly Snow Woman, Level 65."

Finally, Dai Huabin pointed to himself.

"Dai Huabin, Ice Soul White Tiger, Level 45."

After the rankings were announced, the expressions on the Main Team's faces subtly changed.

Gongyang Mo tilted his head, his long, seven-colored hair swaying:

"You have four people in your Reserve Team who are just over level 30?"

He didn't mean any harm; his tone was simply one of curiosity.

After all, the Main Team's minimum level is 55, and the Reserve Team should have quite a few Soul Ancestor.

Xiao Xiao clenched her fists, a hint of resentment flashing across her face.

However, her low Soul Power Level was a major disadvantage, and Xiao Xiao knew that there was no other way to overcome it except through diligent cultivation.

You can't expect the class monitor to always give you special treatment and rare, precious ingredients, can you?

Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong'er exchanged a glance, and neither of them said a word. The difference in their cultivation levels was undeniable; they had to accept it whether they wanted to or not.

Cui Yajie, however, remained completely unfazed. She was long used to being underestimated.

After all, how powerful can a Nine-Tailed Fox Soul Master be? They're just slightly stronger in terms of mental strength.

Xuan Zi stood to the side for a long time.

He finished gnawing on the roasted chicken leg, then took out his wine gourd from his pocket and took a swig.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two groups, finding it increasingly interesting.

"Alright."

Xuan Zi clapped his hands, which were covered in oil stains.

Everyone's attention immediately focused on it.

"Now that we know each other, I've thought about it, and it would be too boring to just get to know each other without a fight."

"How about your Reserve Team and the Main Team have a seven-on-seven team battle?"

Xuan Zi spoke casually, just as casually as he could drink and eat meat anytime, anywhere.

Ma Xiaotao raised an eyebrow, while Xixi's lips tightened slightly.

Dai Yueheng didn't speak, but his center of gravity had already shifted slightly forward—an instinctive reaction in preparation for battle.

They all wanted to practice with Xue Qingyao.

"Although the Main Team has a higher overall Soul Power, the Reserve Team has Xue Qingyao, a level 65 Soul Emperor."

Xuan Zi took another swig of wine and gestured towards the two teams.

"Both sides have their strengths and weaknesses; it should be quite interesting to see them fight."