"Now I announce that the advancement round of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament has officially begun!"
With Xue Ye's command, the advancement round began. As they had during the preliminaries, Mo Lin and Mo Jia sat as honored guests near Xue Ye.
By pure coincidence—or perhaps not—Mo Lin's seat was right beside Qian Renxue's. He did not know whether Xue Ye had arranged it this way to probe just how close his good "son" had become to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Mo Lin and Qian Renxue quickly exchanged glances, silently signaling each other not to interact too much in private, then immediately looked away. The entire exchange was fleeting, like a polite greeting out of courtesy. Even Ning Fengzhi noticed nothing unusual.
The matches proceeded quickly. The gap in strength had been obvious in the first few bouts, and every battle ended within ten rounds. Before long, it was Shrek Academy's turn to face Barak Academy.
Mo Lin looked at the distracted Salas.
Sure enough, this guy has completely lost interest in the tournament. Looks like I'll have to overstep my bounds later.
No surprise occurred. Xiao Wu easily defeated Barak Academy's first contestant, then uttered three seemingly ordinary words dripping with mockery:
"Next one."
The members of Barak Academy instantly charged forward, completely ignoring the referee's attempts to stop them.
Tang San and the others did the same, rushing onto the arena and confronting Barak Academy's team.
Liu Erlong was fiercely protective of her own. Seeing her goddaughter being targeted, she naturally could not hold back. Just as she was about to unleash her Soul Power and teach Barak Academy's people a lesson, an icy chill suddenly surged through her heart.
No one was targeting Liu Erlong. Every Soul Master in the arena felt