The next day, the Freshman Assessment quarterfinals officially began.
Huo Yuhao's team faced a group from Freshman Class Seven.
Two of their opponents were Soul Grandmasters, while the remaining one was a level-nineteen support-type Soul Master.
That was already an exceptionally strong lineup among the freshmen.
Unfortunately.
They had run into Huo Yuhao's team.
"State your names."
The referee stood in the center of the arena and spoke in a deep voice.
"Freshman Class One, Huo Yuhao."
"Wang Dong."
"Xiao Xiao."
The three students opposite them also announced their names in turn.
As the referee raised his right hand, both sides immediately spread apart and assumed their battle stances.
"Begin!"
The moment his words fell.
All six released their Martial Souls at once.
A pair of dazzling blue butterfly wings unfurled behind Wang Dong, and two Soul Rings slowly rose beneath her feet.
One yellow, one purple.
A pitch-black cauldron appeared before Xiao Xiao, accompanied by the same combination of a Centennial Soul Ring and a Millennium Soul Ring.
The three students opposite them had clearly gathered intelligence on them beforehand.
Thus, they were not overly surprised by the sight.
The support-type student quickly retreated, a jade-green flute appearing in his hand.
"First Soul Skill, Swift Sound."
A melodious flute tune rang out.
Two streaks of green light instantly landed on his teammates.
The two Soul Grandmasters' speed visibly increased as they charged toward Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao from the left and right.
Their division of labor was clear.
First, tie down the main forces.
Then find an opportunity to deal with Huo Yuhao at the rear of the team.
As long as that mysterious spiritual support was gone, they might not be without a chance of winning.
But the next second.
The support-type student suddenly froze.