Two Reserve Teams? We're Here to Watch the Tournament!

Smoke and dust still hung over the Soul Fighting Arena. Charred lines spread across half the platform from where the Soul Cannon shells had struck.

Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He stared at Huo Yuhao across the platform, his expression grim.

The outcome had long been decided. The Lionheart Club's fighting strength remained intact. Of their few remaining opponents, Dai Huabin charged about like an unkillable mad beast, so the club members simply treated him like air and went around him. As for Tang San himself... heh.

The roar of the Soul Tools had barely faded.

Zhou Sichen shook out his numb arm and smacked down He Caitou, who was carrying a Modified Level 4 Soul Tool Rifle with faint white smoke still curling from its barrel.

After more than half a year of Huo Yuhao's hands-on training, this Summoning System Soul Master had built a tough body beneath his protective Soul Tools. Ordinary Soul Tool bullets were nothing; he could even take a couple of low-level Soul Skills head-on.

Besides, Huo Yuhao was now a Level 4 Soul Engineer. The Lionheart Club's stock of Soul Tools ranked among the best.

"Everyone, stop."

Xuan Zi did not raise his voice, yet it drowned out the hum of Soul Power throughout the arena.

His fingers tightened around his wine gourd, and his expression soured. Bei Bei, the man privately slated to lead the Shrek Seven Devils, had been knocked straight off the platform and eliminated without a struggle.

Huo Yuhao brushed the dust from his sleeve and looked up. "Xuan Zi, the final seven haven't been decided yet. Calling a halt now breaks the rules, doesn't it?"

"If I say it's over, it's over." Xuan Zi's heavy gaze swept across them. Pressure befitting a Titled Douluo