In theory, Shi Mo, a defense-type Soul Master, should have been at a disadvantage against an agility-attack-type opponent.
But reality turned out to be the opposite.
Although Shi Mo was still slower than the agility-attack-type Soul Master on the other side, he was no less nimble!
That agility-attack-type Soul Master tried several times to find an opening and injure Shi Mo, but Shi Mo's defense remained utterly impenetrable.
Shi Mo even had the spare capacity to attack him!
As a result, after fighting for a while, the agility-attack-type Soul Master gave up on the soul battle in despair.
No further proof was needed. Zhi Lin could already see that Yu Tianheng, Osler, and Shi Mo, whom Qin Ming had trained, still had certain shortcomings, while Xia Yuan's side had already surpassed them in combat awareness!
"This can't be real..." Qin Ming murmured slowly.
"Right, this is only one soul battle. It can't prove anything at all."
His eyes gradually lit up. "Our wager is to continue until the Suotuo Great Soul Arena. Only then can we make a final judgment."
Zhi Lin: ...
Qin Ming could do whatever he wanted.
Or rather, Zhi Lin also wanted to see just how far the people Xia Yuan had trained could ultimately go.
Most importantly, even though Xia Yuan was leading the team's training, he was merely teaching them how to fish and had not neglected his own cultivation.
Could the next Soul Master Tournament truly be the Imperial Fighting Team's most promising year?
Spirit Hall had always outclassed the two great empires in every respect, and the emperor had long been dissatisfied with that.
If the Imperial Fighting Team could surpass the Spirit Hall Team in the Soul Master Tournament, wouldn't the emperor be overjoyed?
At that time, if they could secure