Why Are You So Outstanding When We Both Had Nine Years of Compulsory Education?

"Dugu Qiubai?"

Hearing the title Yang Ming had chosen for himself, Grandmaster opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.

Just then, Ma Hongjun beat him to it.

"Boss Yang, you picked such an arrogant title. Aren't you afraid someone will beat you to death the moment you step onto the stage?"

Ever since their first meeting, when Yang Ming had given him a brutal beating, Ma Hongjun had been afraid of seeing Yang Ming, but he was still somewhat unconvinced deep down.

Now that he was challenging him, he might as well have had a note plastered to his face: Why the hell are you so arrogant?

Yang Ming glanced at him sideways. "What, you got a problem with it?"

Yang Ming's tone was calm, but to Ma Hongjun's ears, it boomed like thunder. He immediately shrank back and did not dare make another sound.

"Alright!" Grandmaster clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Next, get some proper rest. Keep yourselves in peak condition and wait for tonight's matches."

Other than Yang Ming, the remaining seven were all Iron Battle Soul rank.

Among them, Dai Mubai had three points, Oscar had zero, Tang San and Xiao Wu had two each, Ma Hongjun had reached ten points, while Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both had zero.

Advancing from Iron Battle Soul to Bronze Battle Soul required one hundred points, while advancing to Silver Battle Soul required one thousand.

Without the bonus points from winning streaks, who knew how long it would take to reach Silver Battle Soul. This only further highlighted how valuable Yang Ming's Silver Battle Soul Badge was.

Yang Ming and Oscar formed a team. Although Oscar's support abilities were somewhat useless to Yang Ming, at least his sausages could restore a little Soul Power, which was better than