Liu Erlong looked over the roster in her hand once more.
Only after confirming that nothing had been left out did she raise her head to face everyone on the training field.
"The starting roster will be submitted to the Heaven Dou Empire's tournament organizing committee before the end of today."
At that, she turned to Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, Jiang Zhu, and Liu Ruyan.
"As for you four, being substitutes doesn't mean you can slack off."
"Things change in the blink of an eye during a match. Nobody can say whether a starter will get injured or whether an opponent will specifically target someone."
She swept her gaze over the four of them.
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
The four answered in unison.
Xiao Wu desperately wanted to argue!
What did she mean, a starter might get injured? Did she think so little of them?
Huang Yuan quietly nudged Jing Ling beside him.
"Bro, what do you think our chances of getting to fight are?"
Jing Ling glanced at the lineup of Soul Ancestors in front of him, then down at his own puny rank thirty-five body. His expression gradually grew solemn.
Seeing that, a spark of hope immediately rose in Huang Yuan's heart.
Had Jing Ling figured something out?
As expected of an agility-type Soul Master, his powers of observation were sharp.
Three breaths later, Jing Ling finally spoke.
"Not a damn chance."
Huang Yuan: "..."
"Unless all those monsters up front come down with diarrhea together, forget getting into a match. We probably won't even get near the edge of the arena."
The corner of Huang Yuan's mouth twitched.
Those words hurt, but when he thought about it carefully, that did seem to be the case.
"Then should we even bother working hard?" he asked quietly.
After a brief silence,