With the freshman assessment drawing near, every freshman class was quietly building up its strength, preparing to make a name for itself.
After becoming as close as water and milk, the two gradually became inseparable. Of course, there was always a Wu Feng-brand third wheel between them.
The three-person team came together in this strange manner, forming a subtle emotional bond.
Some well-informed freshmen gathered information on each class and compiled a pre-tournament ranking.
With Jiang Yi and Ning Tian, two support-type Soul Elders, holding down the fort, their team naturally became the top favorite among the freshmen.
Some even declared that the championship was already beyond doubt. Of course, there were also several unconvinced teams sharpening their blades in secret.
At a training ground behind the teaching building.
Three soul rings flashed beneath the feet of a handsome yet sinister-looking youth. A phantom White Tiger roared behind him as its claws repeatedly slammed into the wooden posts.
Bang! Bang bang!
Wood chips filled the air, drifting down to the ground along with the youth's sweat.
"Huabin, take a break—"
Behind him, a curvaceous black-haired girl held a cup of hot water and watched him anxiously.
Ever since watching that person's soul battle recording, Dai Huabin had seemed like an entirely different person, cultivating with the madness of a demon.
But too much was as bad as too little. Zhu Lu was truly afraid that Dai Huabin would suffer a cultivation deviation because of this. He was her future husband, after all!
"What? Even you think I'm no match for him?"
Dai Huabin stopped, breathing heavily as he looked at Zhu Lu. His expression was twisted, even carrying a hint of madness.
"No! No! Huabin... Of course I believe in you... It's just that you need to take care of