Night fell over the Pope Palace in Spirit City.
Bibi Dong sat upon the Pope Throne, a thick stack of battle reports spread out before her.
Every one of them contained detailed records of Su Mo Academy's matches, from their lineup and Soul Skills used to their combat strategies and time taken. Nothing was left out.
Salas seemed to wish he could record every breath Su Mo Academy took in every match before rushing the reports to her.
She had read those reports back and forth three times. The more she read, the less expression remained on her exquisite face.
Teleportation, mastered by the entire team. Martial Soul Projection, mastered by the entire team. Exclusive Soul Skills tailored to each individual.
Her original intention in restoring the Soul Master Tournament had been to divert the continent's attention from those "rumors" about her.
Yet Su Mo Academy had become the greatest winner of this grand event. Every crushing victory proclaimed one thing to the entire continent: not only could Su Mo create Soul Skills himself, but he could teach them to others.
Not just one or two geniuses, but ten young Soul Masters with entirely different talents. Every one of them could learn them, and every one of them could develop something unique.
That was far more terrifying than Su Mo using some heaven-defying Soul Skill himself. If others could not use Su Mo's Soul Skills, it could be attributed to Su Mo's extraordinary talent.
But if every student Su Mo taught could use Self-Created Soul Skills, then it was no longer a matter of talent.
"I restored the Soul Master Tournament to pave the way for myself. And what happened? It became a promotional stage for Su Mo Academy instead. He created the Ring Condensation Technique, and he pioneered Soul