Back then, even Soul Saint Zhao Wuji had forced Tang San and the others, who had not yet reached Soul Elder during the entrance test, to use their soul skills in a solo battle.
Wasn't this young man simply courting death?
Yet in just an instant, after a single exchange, Shrek Academy had already lost one person.
Grandmaster and the others wore serious expressions, but they were not overly concerned.
"Jiang Chen merely used a trick just now. He used Little San's Blue Silver Grass and his own immense strength to launch a long-range attack. Little San definitely won't make the same mistake again. Once Mubai and the others get close, Jiang Chen will undoubtedly lose," Grandmaster said slowly.
Flender and Liu Erlong slowly nodded as well, agreeing with Grandmaster's assessment.
Zhao Wuji, standing at the very back, grinned. "Even I wouldn't dare take these little monsters' attacks head-on without using my martial soul. What gives Jiang Chen the right?"
That was also why Grandmaster had made that judgment. Even a Soul Saint renowned for his strength and defense did not dare do so—what right did Jiang Chen, a mere Soul King, have?
Grandmaster's gaze passed over the arena and fell upon Bibi Dong on the high platform behind it. "Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong... I wonder whether you can still sit there so calmly after Jiang Chen is defeated."
His gaze returned to the arena, settling on Jiang Chen.
A Soul King with five ten-thousand-year soul rings was undoubtedly terrifying, and his combat strength certainly surpassed that of a Soul Emperor.
But without using his martial soul, he was nothing but a joke before Tang San and the others working together.
Whether he was defeated or forced to use his martial soul, Spirit Hall would lose face today.
After settling