(A lovely picture of Xiao Xiao)
Lin Ye's gaze swept over the levels displayed on the panel, and his heart gave a small jolt.
Even the weakest was a level ninety-one Titled Douluo.
As for the chief priest, the One-Horned Reverse-Scale Dragon, its strength reached level ninety-nine—an Ultimate Douluo.
He fell silent for two seconds, then slowly exhaled.
Now he could stand a little taller.
He had someone to back him up.
But after the initial excitement, he quickly calmed down.
He still remembered all too clearly how forcing the Three-Headed Eight-Armed Dharma Image into action had left him bedridden and unresponsive for two months.
With his current Soul Power, even if he could summon a divine general, he probably could not sustain the summoning for long.
Early the next morning, all the freshmen who had passed the assessment gathered at Shrek Square to await their class assignments.
Before long, Du Weilun, director of the Martial Soul Department's teaching office, arrived in front of the students with more than a dozen teachers.
Holding a folder, he looked around with a smile and began:
"I'm sure you all know that the Freshman Assessment tournament has ended and the top three teams have been decided."
"In third place: Ning Tian's team—Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yun'er. Step forward."
Ning Tian led the way, with Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er on either side. All three walked to the front with composed expressions.
Ning Tian's and Wu Feng's Martial Souls had both evolved. That, combined with Dai Huabin's injury and shattered composure, had allowed them to beat his team in the match for third place.
Applause rang out across the square.
After the tournament, just over three hundred first-year students remained, nearly two-thirds fewer than at the start of school.
"In second