Finals! Facing Huo Yuhao's Team

What Lu Yi found strange was that, after the match, he had expected someone to seek him out over the abilities he had revealed.

But aside from Zhou Sichen and Cao Jinxuan pestering him with endless questions, everything seemed calm.

The afternoon's Finals arrived as scheduled.

Inside the Assessment Arena.

All the barriers had been removed. The field now had no boundaries to speak of, and the contestants could race across it to their hearts' content.

Because this was the annual freshman assessment Finals, even more teachers had come to watch than in the morning. Nearly everyone with time to spare was there.

After all, the match between two teams that had stood out from nearly a thousand students and more than three hundred teams held enormous appeal in its own right.

The teachers had also heard that none of the three teams with a Soul Elder this year had reached the Finals. All three had fallen to the two teams before them.

That only raised their expectations further.

In the most prominent spot in the stands, beside Yan Shaozhe, dean of the Martial Soul Department, sat a tall, burly man. He was Qian Duoduo, vice dean of the Soul Tool Department.

The two traded jokes from time to time, looking perfectly cordial on the surface. In truth, between them they had more schemes than this year's freshmen, each plotting to get his hands on the other's resources.

Zhang Lexuan sat quietly in a corner of the stands, her beautiful eyes fixed on the field, a trace of contemplation in her gaze.

On the competition stage, the six members of the two teams had long since finished introducing themselves.

They might be close friends, but friendship had no place in the arena. Both sides had agreed on that in private