Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, Treasure of the Blood River!

A few days later, the Soul Fighting Zone.

The arrival of the finals made the Soul Fighting Zone significantly more bustling today than in previous days.

Following the elimination rounds over the past few days, the atmosphere of the Freshman Assessment had been pushed to a fever pitch.

Now that it had reached the final day, the teams standing on the final stage were not only proving their own strength but also signaling that they had truly entered the field of vision of the academy's upper echelons.

Around the spectator stands, in addition to the freshmen who had come to watch, many senior students had also crowded over.

For a time, the noise was deafening.

"Dai Huabin's team is a sure bet, right? White Tiger Martial Soul, three-ring Soul Elder—how could they possibly lose?"

"Not necessarily. Huo Yuhao's team is also incredibly bizarre. Wang Dong's second thousand-year soul ring is too exaggerated, and Xiao Xiao even has Twin Martial Souls."

"It's a pity Huo Yuhao's own soul power is too low; otherwise, it would be hard to say for this team."

"Don't underestimate him. In the previous rounds, he actually used the long-unseen Tang Sect Hidden Weapons. I heard several contestants were seriously injured by his hidden weapons; if the referee hadn't acted quickly, something truly disastrous might have happened."

"He only knows how to use underhanded sneak attacks; he definitely won't be able to beat Dai Huabin!"

The discussions continued incessantly.

At the highest point of the stands, Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo stood side by side.

One had a calm expression, while the other had a hint of unconcealable excitement in his eyes.

Qian Duoduo looked at the soul fighting stage below and suddenly chuckled.

"Old Yan, your Martial Soul Department is quite interesting this time. The kid from the White Tiger Duke Mansion, the beautiful child with a thousand-year second soul ring, and that little guy from the spirit system... tsk, it's rare to see a Freshman Assessment turn out like this."

Yan Shaozhe said indifferently, "What? You want to come to my Martial Soul Department to poach people again?"

"Don't put it so harshly." Qian Duoduo waved his hand. "What do you mean by poaching? The reasonable flow of excellent students between the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Tool Department is for the future of the academy. Besides, Long Yaochen was already given to your Martial Soul Department, so what's wrong with my Soul Tool Department having a little soup?"

Yan Shaozhe glanced at him.

He naturally understood this logic and did not refute it.

After all, even if all the freshmen in the Martial Soul Department were tied together, they wouldn't be worth a talent like Long Yaochen.

"Speaking of that kid, the real highlight today is still waiting for the afternoon." Qian Duoduo's gaze swept across the stands not far away.

Long Yaochen was lazily resting his hands on the railing, lost in thought.

"Why don't we make a bet? Do you think that kid can win?" Qian Duoduo retracted his gaze, rubbed his chin, and said with a mischievous grin.

"I bet he wins," Yan Shaozhe said flatly.

If he didn't even have that much confidence, the academy wouldn't have prepared that prize.

"Hey, Yan Grass Chicken. That's no fun; I also want to bet he wins!" Qian Duoduo immediately said with dissatisfaction.

They were both Titled Douluo; how could they not know the gap between Long Yaochen and the others?

"Forget it... since the bet is made, if Long Yaochen wins, how about you let me pick a core disciple for the Soul Tool Department from the other team?" Qian Duoduo suddenly changed his tune, looking as if he were "taking a loss."

"This counts as a wager?" Yan Shaozhe glanced at him coldly.

He knew the other party definitely had ill intentions.

The fox's tail had shown itself in the blink of an eye.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me if you're betting or not." Qian Duoduo looked righteous and indignant.

Yan Shaozhe chuckled and shook his head. "Consider it a gift to you."

Just then, Du Weilun stepped onto the main examiner's platform.

As soon as he appeared, the noise in the entire Soul Fighting Zone was quickly suppressed, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

Du Weilun scanned the area and said in a deep voice:

"The Freshman Assessment has proceeded to this point, and the teams that have been able to stand until the end have already proven their strength. Today, the final will be held."

As his words fell, a burst of cheers erupted in the Soul Fighting Zone.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Cuiyajie looked a bit nervous, while Zhu Lu remained cold and arrogant. When Dai Huabin's gaze landed on Huo Yuhao, it held a bit more disdain.

This little bastard, actually able to make it to the finals with me? Are the people of Shrek all such trash?

On Huo Yuhao's side, despite having entered the finals, the atmosphere had become even worse.

Wang Dong stood to the side of the team with her arms crossed, her face expressionless.

These past few days had made her completely disgusted with this guy, Huo Yuhao.

To win, he even used low-down methods like hidden weapons, and he even aimed every strike at people's vital points.

It was simply insane!

Wang Dong did not consider herself a saint, but seeing the miserable state of the other freshmen, she still found it hard to accept.

As for Huo Yuhao, he simply kept his head lowered at this moment, lost in his own thoughts.

Du Weilun paused for a moment before his voice rang out once again: "However, the rules for this year's Freshman Assessment have been slightly adjusted."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into a brief silence.

Du Weilun continued:

"The winner of today's final will become the winning team of this year's Freshman Assessment.

But being the winner does not mean being the champion."

After a brief, dead silence, the Soul Fighting Zone instantly erupted into an uproar.

"What?"

"The winner isn't the champion? What does that mean?"

"We've fought all the way to the finals and we're still not the champions?"

"Then how is the champion decided?"

"Is the academy changing the rules on the fly?"

The sound of discussion spread like a tidal wave.

Du Weilun did not immediately suppress the noise, waiting for the crowd to discuss for a moment before continuing: "Among this year's freshmen, there is a special team that did not participate in the preliminary elimination rounds."

The winner of the final will challenge this team in the afternoon.

Only the victor will be the champion of this year's Freshman Assessment.

And as a reward, the academy has decided to provide a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone with dual light and fire attributes."

As Du Weilun's voice fell, the entire Soul Fighting Arena instantly boiled over.

What?!

It's actually a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?!

This is a treasure of the Blood River!

The freshmen were shocked by Shrek's extravagance for the first time.

Even many senior students, hearing how generous the academy was this time, beat their chests and stamped their feet in succession, each one regretting that they hadn't enrolled in this year.

Upon hearing the attributes of the soul bone.

Huo Yuhao guessed almost instantly that this soul bone was definitely prepared by the academy for Long Yaochen.

The jealousy in his heart burned like a raging fire.

Why... do you all just assume he will win?

You even prepared a reward so perfectly suited for him, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone with dual light and fire attributes...

Are you just waiting to hand it to Long Yaochen?

Then what was all his hard work along the way for?

Just wait, I will definitely let you know who is the best investment!

I will make you regret this!

Hearing about the dual light and fire attribute soul bone, Wang Dong subconsciously looked toward the spectator stands.

Long Yaochen, who was leaning against the railing, noticed Wang Dong's gaze and smiled at her.

Wang Dong's originally tense brows relaxed significantly.

But the next second, her eyes widened immediately.

Because a figure in red had suddenly appeared beside Long Yaochen.

"You don't seem nervous at all."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Long Yaochen.

Long Yaochen didn't need to turn around to know who had come.

"Why aren't you staying in the Inner Court? What are you doing here?"

Ma Xiaotao came to his side, arms crossed over her chest, her soul-stirring eyes instantly filled with a hint of feigned anger.

"You haven't come to see me for days!

You'd rather watch this boring competition than spend time with me!

What, were the words about taking responsibility just to coax me?"

Long Yaochen: "..."