From the stands of the Soul Fighting Zone, Yan Shaozhe cleared his throat. His mighty Soul Power carried his voice across the entire arena.
"Silence!"
The Soul Fighting Arena, which had still been buzzing with chatter, fell instantly quiet.
All the new students fixed their eyes on the Martial Soul Department dean above them.
"There are no restrictions in today's assessment."
Yan Shaozhe rested both hands on the railing and looked down at them.
"There's no rule forcing you to form teams of three, and no arbitrary restrictions about crossing boundaries."
"I want you to do as you please. Whoever's still standing at the end is the winner."
He paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell.
"The one who performs the best can not only become a core disciple of the Outer Academy right away, but may even..."
Yan Shaozhe deliberately drew out the last word.
"Have a chance to become my personal disciple!"
His words sent an uproar through the arena below.
Who was Yan Shaozhe? The dean of the Martial Soul Department! A Super Douluo ranked ninety-five!
Becoming his disciple meant you could walk around Shrek Academy with your chin held high. Your resources, status, and future would all be guaranteed.
The promising students from each class immediately turned red-eyed, their mutual glances suddenly brimming with hostility.
The atmosphere, which had barely managed to maintain a veneer of harmony, plunged straight to freezing.
Wang Dong was also a little surprised by the reward.
Though she had Big Uncle and Second Uncle, so she probably wouldn't need it...
Yu Hao didn't, though. If he could become Yan Shaozhe's personal disciple, the benefits to his future development would be beyond measure!
"That old man's pretty generous."
Wang Dong nudged Huo Yuhao with her elbow.
"Hey, did you hear that?