Hua Linhan's homeroom teacher shot Xiao Qi a glare, then stared at the empty spot on the field and muttered to himself:
"Zoffy, I'm definitely taking this student. Only in my hands can he become something!"
"Tch." Ying Luohong rolled her eyes at the teacher and said blandly:
"What's the point of saying so much? Just watch the match. What an impressive lineup—seven peak five-ring Soul Kings, all equipped with one-word Battle Armor."
"If Zoffy really wins, let's see whether that slaps you in the face."
"Just wait and see, Dean. Based on my observation of Zoffy's battle with Ling Yiyi last time, after he unleashed thirty consecutive berserk wind-element attacks, his Soul Power was already exhausted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with that method to finish Ling Yiyi. Besides, with someone as arrogant as Zoffy, his inner state must be in turmoil. In my opinion, his chances of winning are above seventy percent!" The middle-aged man looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Heh. Just wait and see."
Just then, a canopy suddenly rose over the Soul Fighting Arena.
Darkness swallowed everything. The ancient Big Dipper lit up once more, and the familiar masked figure looked down upon heaven and earth.
In the audience, Hua Linhan shuddered for no reason. He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but he felt as though that figure was watching him through its mask.
The next second, the anomaly faded. The Big Dipper descended from the sky, and an endless stone path like a stairway to godhood appeared overhead. The figure slowly walked down. This time, Lin Yuan did not deliberately restrain his Universal Gravitation.
Nearly everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan stepped off the final stone stair and looked at the seven people ahead, their fighting intent