The next day, as soon as Blue Tyrant Academy arrived at the waiting area, Ma Hongjun noticed Canghui Academy across from them.
There was no helping it. Those seven people were simply too quiet.
Other teams usually chatted a little before a match. The hotheaded ones even started glaring at their opponents from far away. But Canghui's seven members sat in a row without a word. Occasionally, one would look up toward Blue Tyrant, then quickly avert their gaze.
"What's with the brooding act?"
Ma Hongjun nudged Dai Mubai and whispered, "They haven't so much as farted since we got here. That Blazing Fire bunch yesterday wasn't nearly this well-behaved."
Dai Mubai was loosening his shoulders. He glanced at him. "Not used to people leaving you alone instead of cursing at you?"
"That's not it. I just think something's off."
Ma Hongjun looked over again and happened to meet the eyes of one of Canghui's members. The other person neither glared nor showed any expression, simply looking away quickly.
That actually left the fatty feeling a little uncertain.
Tang San sat beside them, still holding last night's information. He, too, thought something was wrong with Canghui.
There wasn't much information about this team. None of the seven had a particularly outrageous soul power level, and their earlier matches hadn't been especially eye-catching. The only thing worth noting was that their martial souls seemed capable of working together and had something to do with the mind.
Nobody knew exactly what that meant.
Ling Yun walked over and stopped beside Tang San. "Figure anything out last night?"
Tang San closed the file and looked across at their opponents. "Reading this alone won't help. We'll only know once we're out there."
"Then go out there and take a look."
Tang San turned to