"The starting lineup doesn't need to change."
Dai Mubai took the wooden plaque from Flender, his thumb brushing over the words Balak Academy.
"If Luo Fuji dares to go first, I'll take him out first."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head.
"He's the captain. He won't abandon their lineup strategy over a verbal clash."
"Balak will definitely send out a defense-type or control-type Soul Master first. Their only goal is to drain your Soul Power."
"Then let them try."
Dai Mubai pressed the wooden plaque onto the table.
"As long as I'm still standing, they won't get past me."
Tang San released Blue Silver Grass and wrapped it around Dai Mubai's wrist.
"Don't let their provocation affect your judgment."
"The Individual Elimination Tournament is about sustained combat. If you can finish someone with ten percent of your Soul Power, don't spend twenty."
Dai Mubai looked down at the vine.
"How many do you think I can take?"
"Under normal circumstances, two or three."
"Normal circumstances?"
Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass.
"Your White Tiger Martial Soul is suited for direct assault, but the Immortal Herb's medicinal power mainly repaired your old injuries. Repeatedly activating White Tiger Vajra Transformation will still put strain on your meridians."
"That's enough."
Dai Mubai raised his palm, golden Soul Power flowing between his fingers.
"I'll break through three. Leave the rest to you."
The following morning, the various academies entered the arena under the guidance of the Royal Knights.
The Advancement Tournament had no spectator stands. Only the competing academies and Heaven Dou Empire officials stood beside the arena.
There were no elaborate facilities on the circular platform, and the rules for victory were simple. Anyone who lost the ability to fight, voluntarily surrendered, or fell out of bounds would be declared defeated.
Balak Academy's