The Final Four

Inside the Skywater Team's dormitory, Shui Leng sat by the bed, watching the match replay playing on the soul tool screen.

On the screen, Li Long was using the most basic staff techniques to deal with his opponents' siege. No soul rings appeared, no soul skills were unleashed, and not even the scale patterns on the Dragon Emperor Rod had lit up once.

His movements did not look complicated. The frequency of his footwork and the rod's rotations remained at an evenly paced rhythm, yet the opposing contestants were constantly forced back, sealed off, and thrown into disarray within that rhythm, never able to find a breakthrough.

Shui Leng had already watched this replay three times.

The first time, she had tried to determine whether Li Long had used any concealed Soul Power techniques during the match. The second time, she began studying the details of his footwork and the angles of his rod. The third time, she stopped analyzing and simply watched the composed way the man on the screen dealt with everything in the arena.

The short-haired female teammate beside her sat on another bed and tilted her head toward the screen. Her tone carried the helplessness of someone who had confirmed the matter many times already. "Sister Leng, you've watched it three times. He really is strong, but we'll have to face him sooner or later. He hasn't used his soul rings yet, but there isn't even a template in Skywater Team's tactical database for an opponent like him. The gap between a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor and a Soul King is already enormous. A level-fifty-four Soul King like him, who can crush every opponent without even using his soul rings... no one knows where his limit is."

Shui Leng did not look away. Her gaze remained on