"What soul skill was that?"
"Could it be the Blue Silver Emperor's fourth soul skill?" Wang Yan picked up his glasses, wiped the lenses with the hem of his clothes, and put them back on.
"No matter how I look at it, it seems like an attack skill. It doesn't fit the control-system Blue Silver Emperor, either..."
He rubbed his chin, muttering to himself.
"The skill's effects came with red and black light... hmm... that seems more like Tang Qi's second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer..."
Wang Yan abruptly froze, his expression changing drastically. Surely this child hasn't added soul rings to his second martial soul already?!
Oh, come on! What are you doing?!
Wang Yan scratched his head and ears, pacing in anxious circles.
With Tang Qi's talent, if he waited until he became a Titled Douluo before adding soul rings to his second martial soul, they would have to be at least fifty thousand years old.
How could he destroy his own future on a moment's impulse?!
Wang Yan truly couldn't be blamed for his bitter anguish.
Any teacher with a conscience would never stand by and watch a student ruin their future for the flyspeck gains right before their eyes.
Mu Jin came over. As he listened to Wang Yan's muttering, his expression darkened too.
On the Soul Fighting stage.
"Are there really only nine of us left?" Tears glimmered in Xie Huanyue's eyes as he forced a smile onto his fleshy face that looked worse than crying.
He didn't have this move during the Freshman Assessment!
One ultimate took out dozens of people. How are we supposed to fight that?!
The team's morale visibly plummeted.
Just then-
"Big Brother is probably already a spent arrow!"
A clear, sweet voice suddenly rang out. Huo Yutong's