Armor Warriors

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

A year of training quickly passed.

Yu Tianheng, Osler, and Shi Mo gathered in the square, looking somewhat exhausted.

Osler and Shi Mo were utterly worn out. Though Yu Tianheng looked equally tired, his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"See? I told you Teacher Qin's training methods worked!"

"Although our Soul Power has not improved much this past year, we have gained even greater benefits!"

Benefits?

Osler and Shi Mo exchanged a glance.

Unlike Yu Tianheng, Osler was fairly familiar with Yu Feng, while Shi Mo and Shi Mo were biological brothers.

They could clearly tell what state the others were in.

But they did not say it aloud.

They just wanted this year of hellish special training to end already.

They never wanted to see Qin Ming's face again.

Nor did they want to spend another moment with Yu Tianheng.

Yu Tianheng was practically an automatic praise machine. No matter what training decision Qin Ming made, he had to praise it first.

And all because Qin Ming also admired his uncle Yu Xiaogang, who had become a laughingstock!

Birds of a feather flock together.

Fortunately, they had finally endured this year.

Now, they only needed to satisfy Qin Ming and Yu Tianheng's damned competitive streak by putting on a performance at the Great Soul Arena.

Not far away, Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin also arrived at the edge of the square with another group.

That group was naturally Xia Yuan and the others.

Unlike the exhaustion on Yu Tianheng's group's faces, Xia Yuan and the others were visibly full of energy.

Although Osler and Shi Mo did not know the whole story, they knew a little.

Yu Tianheng could not help but sneer when he saw them.

"They do not look like they trained at all. It seems they really slacked off for an entire year!"

"Heh." Qin Ming also walked over with a smile. "What good training plan could that wet-behind-the-ears Xia Yuan possibly come up with?"

"During the upcoming demonstration of your training results, all of you had better perform well!"

"Let them see the true gap between you!"

"Do not worry, Teacher Qin." Yu Tianheng rubbed his fists together, his spirits soaring. "I will make them understand what a genius is!"

The two groups mingled together as the three education committee members looked at Qin Ming.

"Teacher Qin, now that the year is up, should we head to the Great Soul Arena to put things to the test?"

Qin Ming said, "Wait. Committee Member Meng, Committee Member Bai, Committee Member Zhi, I have something to say."

"Oh?" Meng Shenji nodded. "Then please, Teacher Qin, speak freely."

Qin Ming took several masks from his storage Soul Tool.

The masks were green and rather comical-looking, leaving only the eyes, mouth, and nose exposed.

"I had these masks specially made. They can wear them when participating in Soul Battles, while also adopting titles specifically for public use."

The three education committee members exchanged glances and had no objections.

"No, I do not want one!" Ning Rongrong was the first to refuse.

Qin Ming had brought out more than three masks. At a glance, it was clear he intended for both sides to wear them.

They were too ugly and ridiculous. Ning Rongrong did not want to wear one at all.

Yu Tianheng did not particularly mind. He even looked rather proud of it.

Osler and Shi Mo, meanwhile, lowered their heads slightly.

Because Qin Ming had prepared the masks long ago. He had even thought up their nicknames.

Yu Tianheng would be the "Shrek Dragon," Osler the "Shrek Leopard," and Shi Mo the "Shrek Turtle"...

This was simply...

The three education committee members did not yet know that Qin Ming had prepared all this beforehand, but they were quite interested in his suggestion of concealing their identities with masks and titles.

After all, they were preparing a team in advance. Normally, preparation would only begin one or two years before the next Soul Master Tournament.

As for Xia Yuan's group, aside from Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling also did not want to wear such masks.

Then they could design their own masks and titles. In any case, under the mighty power of Soul Masters, making a few masks would not take long.

Meng Shenji said, "We can discuss the masks and titles later."

"Qin Ming, you previously said you wanted to use the Great Soul Arena to compare the results of both sides."

"Then shall we begin at the Tiandou Great Soul Arena three days from now?"

"No." Qin Ming shook his head. "Not just the Tiandou Great Soul Arena."

Meng Shenji:?

Qin Ming said, "Committee Member Meng, I hope they can start at the Tiandou Great Soul Arena and travel south from there."

"Every time they pass through a city, they will fight in that city's Great Soul Arena."

"They will continue like this until they finish at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City."

"Uh..." Meng Shenji was somewhat confused. "I can somewhat understand having them fight at different Great Soul Arenas."

"But why set the endpoint at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City?"

"Is that not Balak Kingdom territory?"

"Exactly!" Qin Ming revealed a mysterious smile.

Meng Shenji looked at Qin Ming's mysterious smile and could not be bothered to ask further.

Perhaps the academy he came from was located in Suotuo City.

He turned to Xia Yuan.

At this point, even without going to the Great Soul Arena for a real fight, he could already see it.

The two sides were completely unequal in terms of their mental state.

Still, since they had made the agreement a year ago, he could not embarrass Qin Ming to his face.

"Xia Yuan, you should also make some masks and come up with a few titles."

"Yes." Xia Yuan acknowledged him.

"Good. I will have someone assist you with making the masks later. For now, prepare according to this plan. Gather here again three days from now."

After Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin left, Dugu Yan and the others gathered around Xia Yuan again.

"Xia Yuan, what kind of masks are we going to make?" Dugu Yan asked first.

Xia Yuan looked at them, and an idea suddenly struck him. He began to grin slyly.

"Huh?" Ye Lingling had never seen Xia Yuan wear such an expression before and could not help feeling curious.

"Ahem." Xia Yuan cleared his throat. "You will find out when the time comes."

"So mysterious." Dugu Yan curled her lip.

Ning Rongrong suddenly asked, "Wait, what about me?"

Xia Yuan's group of five had their history with Qin Ming, but Ning Rongrong had only come along to train and did not need to participate.

Xia Yuan said, "If you want one, I will make one for you too."

"Th-this young lady does not want one." Ning Rongrong turned her face away.

"Really? Then I will not make one for you."

"Ah, make one, make one." Ning Rongrong gave an awkward laugh. "I can cheer for you when the time comes."

"By the way, what will our title be?" Yu Feng asked.

Xia Yuan said, "Armor Warriors."

The five of them said, "Huh?"

Armor Warriors?

What kind of title was that?

Still, it sounded fairly normal.

At the very least, Xia Yuan's masks should not be as bizarre as the green monsters in Qin Ming's hands.

Three days later.

The group looked at the masks they had received, then looked at one another.

"This is what Armor Warriors are?"