The grand final: Linyuan Academy versus Spirit Hall.
This was the final battle of the Continental Elite Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. The winner would take home the championship. Spirit City's grand arena was packed, with nearly half the city crammed inside. On one side stood Spirit Hall, the overwhelming favorite; on the other stood Linyuan Academy, the dark horse that had suddenly stormed onto the scene this year. Both teams were absurdly strong, and it was anyone's guess who would win. Everyone was waiting for the outcome of this year's tournament.
Linyuan's seven competitors stepped onto the platform.
Across from them, Yan folded his arms and deliberately raised his voice, infusing it with soul power so the entire arena could hear.
"Give up now, before you embarrass yourselves." He drew out his words. "An academy nobody's even heard of thinks it deserves to fight us for the championship?"
Lin Yuan spread his hands.
"Really? Oh, I'm sooo scared~"
Seeing Lin Yuan's expression, Yan gave a cold snort.
"Fine. Just don't cry later."
The referee swept his flag down.
"Begin!"
Yan immediately possessed himself with his Flame Lord martial soul. Fiery red light rose around him, and five soul rings ascended from beneath his feet. He stamped the ground, wrapped his fist in scorching magma, and drove it straight toward Lin Yuan's face.
"First soul skill, Hell Magma Charge!"
Lin Yuan raised his right fist and met the mass of magma head-on.
With a bang, flames scattered everywhere. Yan's punching arm snapped backward, and his entire body flew away. He stumbled back more than a dozen steps before digging in his heels to steady himself, barely avoiding a fall off the platform.
Lin Yuan looked at him mockingly.
"You're not much good, are you?"
An uproar swept through the stands.