Selection Tournament 2

As he spoke, Xuan Zi swayed his way into the Soul Fighting District.

Quite a few of the Core Disciples present had never seen Xuan Zi before. Though they harbored doubts, they wisely kept quiet.

After all, they had met Teacher Wang Yan. His grasp of martial soul theory and Soul Beast knowledge was exceptionally extensive, something everyone had witnessed firsthand.

Yet this scruffily dressed old man had made Teacher Wang Yan respectfully bow to him of his own accord. Without much thought, they could tell that this man's status within Shrek was certainly far from low.

That third-year student had actually addressed such an important figure as his teacher.

Everyone silently took note, deciding that they should hold back a little when the time came. They could not afford to lose face.

The Soul Fighting District looked as it always had, unchanged in the slightest.

It was simply especially deserted today. There were neither referee teachers on duty nor students who had come to spar.

Xuan Zi walked straight ahead, only stopping in the very center of the Soul Fighting District.

Under the guidance of their lead teachers, the Core Disciples lined up neatly as well.

Xuan Zi turned around and spoke in a booming, gravelly voice.

"Listen carefully, you little brats. The upcoming Core Disciple assessment is very simple. This old man calls it the Collective Melee."

"You will compete within this Soul Fighting District and fight as you please, without any rules restricting you. Anyone who voluntarily admits defeat or is rescued by a teacher will be eliminated immediately."

"The final seven people remaining on the field will be the winners of this assessment."

Xuan Zi took another gulp of wine, then casually wiped his lips.

"Hah... all teachers present, leave the Soul Fighting District."

"When this