Taking Us for Easy Targets?

Cracks from the previous match still scarred the arena for the second bout. Sunlight fell across them, catching the fine stone dust lodged inside.

Canghui Academy's seven fighters were already onstage, all dressed in moon-white uniforms with the academy crest embroidered on their chests. They released their Martial Souls together. Seven gems lit up in their palms—round, diamond-shaped, triangular, teardrop-shaped, each different, their colors matching red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.

A silver diamond-shaped gem rested in the captain's palm. He was a level forty-one Soul Ancestor, with two yellow and two purple Soul Rings turning slowly beneath his feet. The other six were around levels thirty-five and thirty-six. Together, they formed an irregular seven-point formation.

The Lin Yuan Team's seven members stepped onto the arena.

The referee checked both sides, confirmed their numbers, and blew the starting whistle.

Xiao Wu was just about to reveal her Martial Soul when Lin Yuan raised his right hand and waved behind him.

Xiao Wu froze.

"What?"

"You can all step down."

"Huh?"

"I'm enough for this match."

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, but Ning Rongrong tugged at her sleeve from behind. The six exchanged glances. Bai Chenxiang jumped off the arena first, and the other five followed.

The stands erupted.

"One person?! The Lin Yuan Team is only sending one person?!"

"Are they insane? There are seven of them! Canghui Academy's captain is a Soul Ancestor!"

"There's arrogance, and then there's this—"

On Canghui Academy's side, the captain's face darkened on the spot. The other six were furious too, and one had already started cursing.

"One person? Who the fuck are you looking down on?!"

"The Lin Yuan Team, huh? You think we're soft persimmons you can squeeze?"

"Captain, don't waste words on him. Use the fusion skill!"

The captain