The Imperial Fighting Team Came Calling

Three days later, two carriages from Heaven Dou Imperial Academy stopped outside a training hall attached to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

The moment Yu Tianheng stepped down, every eye turned toward him.

A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, he was a Power Attack System Soul Master who carried considerable weight among the younger generation. Dugu Yan walked beside him, her dark green hair falling past her shoulders. Her gaze swept over the Shrek group with a hint of languid appraisal.

Qin Ming walked in front. When he saw Flender and Grandmaster, his expression immediately softened.

"Headmaster. Teacher."

Flender nodded with satisfaction, his glasses gleaming with the promise of money. "Little Ming, since you're here, your academy can cover the venue fee, right?"

Qin Ming said, "...All right."

Leaning against the doorway, Bai Jin murmured to Dai Mubai, "Your headmaster would make an excellent diplomat."

Dai Mubai's face remained blank. "As long as the other side brings money."

The Imperial Fighting Team filed into the training hall. Shi Mo and his brother were tall and sturdy. Yu Feng stood behind them, surveying the space, while Ye Lingling wore a veil and stood as quietly as a begonia blooming in a corner.

Oscar's eyes lit up, only for Ning Rongrong to step on his foot.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm studying career prospects for healing-type Soul Masters."

Ning Rongrong gave a cold laugh. "I'll help you develop your career later."

Tang San ignored their little exchange. His attention rested on Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan. His last clash with the Imperial Fighting Team in Suotuo City had left a deep impression. Now that they met again, their presence felt steadier. Clearly, they had grown too.

Yu Tianheng was