The Teams' Spar Begins-Nine Treasures Unleashed, Explosive Speed

At the Great Soul Arena, both sides stood thirty meters apart.

Gu Feng walked to the edge of the arena and waved to Qin Ming below.

"Teacher Qin, we've decided on our lineup."

"Rongrong and I, Yan Zi and Lingling, along with Yu Feng and Osler."

"Tianheng won't be participating this round."

Qin Ming froze for a moment before turning to look at Yu Tianheng, who was sitting on a stone bench in the waiting area.

Yu Tianheng sat there and waved at Qin Ming, indicating that he indeed had no intention of taking the stage.

Yu Xiaogang, standing beside Flender, twitched slightly. His two mustaches trembled.

He had originally thought the Imperial Fighting Team would rely on their four Soul Ancestors to all take the field and establish their prestige through the domineering might of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Instead, the opposing team had actually taken the initiative to withdraw their captain.

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and said nothing.

In Shrek's waiting area, the tension on the faces of several students eased considerably when they heard this.

Ma Hongjun muttered under his breath.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness. If all four Soul Ancestors had taken the field, we might as well have surrendered outright."

"Now that the world's strongest Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, is out, the pressure has been cut in half!"

Oscar hurriedly nodded.

"Third Brother, although that Gu Feng is a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, Yu Tianheng is the true heavy artilleryman in a head-on fight."

"Without a Level 40 offensive-type Soul Ancestor, no one can single-handedly stop Boss Dai's frontal charge!"

Dai Mubai snorted softly.

"Tianheng not fighting is also a sign of their arrogance. Little Three, follow the Grandmaster's tactics later. As long as you can control the