He crushed the frost-cracked Azure-Steel Rock beneath his foot, slung the Soul-Breaking Spear over his shoulder, and swept his blazing gaze over the seven young people slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. His eyes finally settled on Bing Yekong and Shui Bing'er.
"I've lived for many years and seen quite a few geniuses, but this is the first time I've seen a group like you, with such seamless coordination and the ability to unleash a combined attack with this kind of power at a critical moment." His voice boomed with undisguised praise. "The championship of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is yours, as far as I'm concerned!"
The sparring platform was a complete mess. More than half of the Azure-Steel Rock had shattered, while thick ice and lingering cold mist covered the ground. Bing Yekong leaned against Shen Liuyu, breathing heavily. That Martial Soul Fusion Skill had drained more than half the soul power from both him and Shui Bing'er, leaving him barely able to stand.
Yet the corners of his lips were raised.
Yang Wudi had been forced off the platform by that strike. Though he had not been injured, being able to drive back a Soul Douluo capable of contending with a Titled Douluo in a frontal clash was enough to prove that this team possessed tremendous potential. All they needed was time, and more practice together, to make every part of their coordination smoother and more precise.
"Get some rest." Bing Yekong forced himself upright and glanced around at his equally exhausted but bright-eyed teammates. "We'll continue tomorrow."
No one complained, and no one said they were tired. Everyone knew that this battle had built their confidence.
Yang Wudi strode toward the training ground exit with the Soul-Breaking Spear over his shoulder. Before