Rain at the Great Soul Arena

The rain began before the first evaluation.

The roof of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena had not closed completely. Fine threads of rain drifted in from above and fell along the edges of the lights like crushed silver dust. Some spectators complained, some opened umbrellas, and others took advantage of the commotion to place more bets.

Tang San stood in the waiting area, his gaze fixed on the second-floor corridor.

That Ghost Mask had appeared for only an instant before vanishing into the crowd.

"Brother," Xiao Wu whispered, "should I go look?"

"Stay with the team for now." Tang San shook his head. "They showed themselves on purpose. They want us to split up."

Dai Mubai rolled his shoulders. His White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him, and his bearing grew steady. "Then we do what Bai Jin taught us. Break through what's in front of us first."

Tonight's evaluation was not an official match, but they had to demonstrate their teamwork in a short time. The Great Soul Arena had arranged a temporary team of Soul Masters as their opponents. Their levels were respectable, and their experience made them formidable.

Grandmaster stood at the edge of the stands, tapping his fingers lightly against the railing.

This evaluation mattered to Shrek. The Immortal Herbs had sent their Soul Power leaping upward, but when power rose too quickly, their mindsets and teamwork could struggle to keep pace. Bai Jin had put them through the wringer lately, with obvious results. At the very least, each of them now knew where to focus before stepping onto the field.

Tang San did not rush to release his Blue Silver Grass.

He studied the ground, his opponents' footwork, and the wet patches at the edge of the Soul Fighting platform. If a control-type Soul Master