There was another gasping sound.
One hundred and twenty-five points. Although it is five points less than the one hundred and thirty points of Dai Huabin, you must know that Dai Huabin is a level 35 Soul Elder, and the attributes of Shadow Wind Tiger are restrained by his White Tiger Martial Soul.
Huo Yuhao is level 22 Soul Grandmaster, and Ice Giant Lizard is naturally resistant to ice attacks. The starting points of these two are not at the same level at all, but the final scores are so close.
"One hundred and twenty-five points?" Dai Huabin's expression finally changed. The first crack appeared on his face that had always been wearing a confident smile. He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhu Lu and lowered his voice. "What's his total score?"
Zhu Lu did a quick mental calculation and his face darkened. "Team Mu Chen now has one hundred and twenty points for Wang Dong plus one hundred and twenty-five for Huo Yuhao, for a total score of two hundred and forty-five. Our team has one hundred and three plus one hundred and fifteen plus one hundred and two, which is three hundred and sixty-five points."
"There is still one hundred and twenty points left." Dai Huabin gritted his teeth and calculated again, "Mu Chen needs to score more than one hundred and twenty points to beat us. The full score is one hundred and fifty, and there are not many students in our group who have scores above one hundred and twenty."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly shut up.
Because he saw Mu Chen stand up from the waiting area.
Mu Chen didn't make any unnecessary movements when he stood up. He didn't move his muscles, take a deep breath, or high-five his teammates. He just stood up from his seat, pulled his cuffs, and walked towards the ring.
Wang Dong said behind him, "Don't play for too long."
Mu Chen didn't look back, he just raised his right hand in response.
Huo Yuhao walked down from the ring and passed by Mu Chen on the steps. Huo Yuhao was panting slightly, the sweat on his forehead had not dried yet, but his eyes were astonishingly bright. He looked at Mu Chen, his lips moved, and in the end he only said one sentence.
"Brother, it's your turn."
Mu Chen kept walking and reached out to gently pat Huo Yuhao on the shoulder.
It was just for a moment, but the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth immediately turned up. He understood what Mu Chen meant. He did a great job and left the rest to me.
Mu Chen stepped onto the ring, his steps steady, neither hurried nor slow. He was still wearing the hospital uniform that had been washed a little white. His blue hair was tied back casually, with a few strands of hair hanging in front of his forehead, covering half of his eyebrows.
When he stood in the center of the ring, he showed no momentum, and even the Soul Power fluctuations were suppressed extremely low, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm.
But everyone in the audience unconsciously became quiet.
This kind of silence is different from the shocked silence when Huo Yuhao instantly killed Ice Giant Lizard. It is a deeper and instinctive silence, like the moment when the air suddenly freezes before a storm comes. Everyone knows that something is coming, but they can't tell what it is.
The scary thing about Mu Chen is not how much strength he shows, but how much strength he has hidden.
Mu Chen stood in the center of the ring, his eyes calmly sweeping across the audience. He saw Dai Huabin's uncertain face, Zhu Lu's tight lips, and Cui Ming moving uneasily. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, not a smile, just a slight twitch of his muscles.
"Dean Yan." Mu Chen spoke, his voice as steady as asking for a glass of water, "I choose Millennium Soul Beast."
A few words, light and airy, as if they were talking about a trivial matter.
The air inside Beast Fighting Arena solidified.
Millennium Soul Beast.
The difference between a hundred years and a thousand years is not as simple as a numerical difference. It is a qualitative gap. One Thousand-Year Soul Ring can make a qualitative change in the strength of Soul Master. Similarly, the strength of one thousand-year-old Soul Beast cannot be compared to the combined strength of nine hundred and ninety-nine Soul Beast.
In the history of the Beast Fighting assessment of Shrek Outer Court, you can count on one hand the number of cases where Second Year students chose the millennium Soul Beast. And those people, without exception, all became famous figures in the mainland.
"Millennium?" Someone in the stands shouted out loud, "Did he hear the rules wrong? Is there really a millennium Soul Beast in our Second Year's Soul Beast option?"
"The rules don't say no one is allowed to choose. The minimum starting point is a hundred years, and there is no upper limit."
"But that's a thousand years! The difference between a thousand years Soul Beast and eight hundred years Soul Beast is greater than the difference between eight hundred years and five years combined!"
"You haven't seen the Freshman Assessment finals, have you? Mu Chen was Four-Ring Soul Ancestor at that time. What's so strange about having four rings for a thousand years?"
"It's not strange for Four-Ring Soul Ancestor to call Millennium, but don't you think he is too calm? When he said Millennium Soul Beast, it was like saying that the weather is nice today!"
On the rostrum, Yan Shaozhe was silent for a few seconds. He looked at Mu Chen, as if he was reassessing something.
Then, Yan Shaozhe nodded and raised his hand to give the order.
The sound of heavy mechanical operation came from the depths of the iron cage opposite the ring. It was not the creaking sound of the iron chains before, but a thicker roar with a metallic echo. The Millennium Soul Beast prison cage has completely different specifications than the Centennial level one. The thickness of the cage wall has been tripled, the density of the seal Soul Guidance Inscription has quadrupled, and each railing is made of fine iron doped with rare metals.
The moment the iron cage was opened, the airflow throughout Beast Fighting Arena changed.
A blue-gray whirlwind swept out of the darkness, and the sound of the wind was sharp and harsh, like countless blades rubbing in the air. The whirlwind settled on the ring and turned into a gray-white wolf-shaped Soul Beast.
Thousand-Year Gale Demon Wolf.
It is over three meters long, nearly two meters tall, and is slightly smaller than the previous Ice Giant Lizard. However, anyone with combat experience knows that Gale Demon Wolf is far more dangerous than Ice Giant Lizard.
Its hair is light gray, and there is a dark cyan line on its back extending from its forehead to its tail. The line is glowing slightly, and every pulse makes the surrounding air flow accelerate.
The four legs are slender and powerful, and the claws are embedded in the stone slab. A single stroke will leave three grooves of the same depth on the hard bluestone. The most frightening thing is its eyes, a pair of blue vertical pupils with long and narrow pupils. It moves with the indifference and precision of a ferocious beast, as if it is calculating the flaws of its prey every second.
It didn't roar like Ice Giant Lizard, nor did it roar like Shadow Wind Tiger. It just stood quietly in the center of the ring, tilting its head slightly and looking at the humans in front of it. That kind of silence was more oppressive than any roar, because it meant that it didn't need to use its voice to be bold, and its confidence was deep in its bones.
Yan Shaozhe leaned on the back of the chair and crossed his fingers on his knees. The corners of his mouth moved imperceptibly. The expression was not a smile, but more like some kind of expectation. He wanted to see what kind of skills Mu Chen would show when facing the thousand-year-old Soul Beast.