The Soul Fighting Arena maze had been divided into several areas of varying sizes, but from a god's-eye view, it was clear that the distribution of participants was not random.
The students in each area were roughly evenly matched in strength, preventing one-sided crushing victories and giving everyone a chance to perform.
On the eastern side of the maze, Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan walked side by side when they encountered a team of five or six fourth-year students.
"Senior Jiang Nannan, how about joining us? There are six advancement slots in total! With you, we'd have exactly enough."
The fourth-year boy at the front extended an invitation to Jiang Nannan.
The selection rules were obvious: an elimination match. The last six standing would be the winners. That required both strength and luck.
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you pretending I don't exist?"
Tang Ya looked distinctly displeased.
Poaching someone right in front of her? Who were they looking down on? She was no longer the same person she had once been. Did they still think she was Little Scumbag?
"Not interested."
Jiang Nannan's tone was calm.
Xiao Ya and she were going to be best friends for life. How could she possibly be driven apart from her?
"Then what a shame!"
The fourth-year students sighed, but there was no disappointment on their faces. Instead, a trace of triumphant scheming showed in their smiles.
Because they already had six people! Those words had merely been meant to buy time for their companion and create an opportunity for a sneak attack.
"Xie Bule, move—!"
Before the words had even faded, a figure abruptly appeared behind Tang Ya, holding a black dagger from which a faint dragon's roar could be heard.
Martial Soul, Dark Dragon Dagger!
At the same time, the five fourth-year