The next day arrived.
The atmosphere at the tournament's secondary venue was completely different from yesterday.
The number of people in the stands had doubled, and the crowd was roaring with excitement.
More than half of them had been drawn here by yesterday's shocking spectacle of "one person against an entire team," wanting to see for themselves whether this mysterious Sun Moon Youth truly possessed such terrifying strength.
As usual, the seven members of the Sun Moon Team took the stage. Then Kong Ming'an stepped forward alone, his calm gaze fixed on the members of Minghun Advanced Soul Master Academy's representative team ahead.
Across from him, every member of the Minghun Representative Team wore a grave expression, as if facing a formidable enemy. They had immediately prepared all manner of defensive measures, ready to deploy them at any moment.
The captain of the Minghun Representative Team stood at the front, a trace of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
As one of yesterday's spectators, he clearly remembered the towering vitality and terrifying pressure the youth had displayed. He did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest because of his age.
The referee stepped onto the stage and, after confirming that both sides were ready, suddenly announced,
"Match start!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the referee's words fell, the seven members of the Minghun Team almost simultaneously formed up. Defensive Soul Skills and Soul Tools lit up layer after layer, rapidly forming a sturdy defensive barrier!
This was their strategy. To avoid being instantly defeated by that incomprehensible attack of his, they chose to establish a line of defense first. At the very least, they needed to make sure they could survive a little longer.
However, Kong Ming'an did not crush them directly with overwhelming vitality as he had yesterday.