"The aura of the Clear Sky Hammer really is in this team."
The voice in the city wall's shadow faded quickly. Tang San looked up and searched for a long time, but saw only a few guards walking along the battlements.
Flender urged the coachman onward, not letting the group linger near the city gate.
"Stop looking. Anyone who can recognize the Clear Sky Hammer from that far away is at least a Soul Saint. You can't catch up to him now."
"He didn't attack. He was only confirming my identity."
Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass and rested a hand on the carriage window.
"Dean, not many people know about my Second Martial Soul. Whoever that was might know my father."
"All the more reason not to chase him."
Flender closed the carriage curtain, shutting out the view.
"This is Heaven Dou City. Toss a brick and you might hit someone from a sect. Let's register first. We can investigate the rest later."
The carriage turned down two main streets and stopped at the competing academies' quarters behind the Great Soul Arena.
Once everyone from Shrek Academy had settled Yu Xiaogang in place, they checked the Blue Silver Grass connecting the two carriages again. Only then did they follow the attendant assigned to receive them toward the competitors' passage.
Flender took seven sets of team uniforms from his Soul Tool and stuffed them into their hands one by one.
Dai Mubai shook out his uniform, and his face darkened on the spot.
"Dean, what color is this?"
"Green. It represents vitality."
"That's clearly shit green!"
Ma Hongjun turned his uniform around. When he saw the advertising space notice across the chest, he nearly dropped it.
"Naming rights available, ten Gold Soul Coins per match, long-term rates negotiable. Dean,