The auction and Huo Yuhao's promise

Wang Dong'er knocked on the door. "Yuhao, hurry out. Teacher Wang is calling a meeting."

"Coming."

Huo Yuhao opened the door and found Wang Dong'er looking at him with a serious expression.

He scratched his head. Had he done something wrong?

Everyone sat down to listen to Wang Yan.

"I've noticed that nearly two-thirds of the teams in this tournament are equipped with soul tools. Even students from academies that don't specialize in soul engineering use them."

"From what I can see, soul tools make a significant difference to a team's overall strength. Pure soul masters like us are becoming increasingly rare."

Xu Sanshi disagreed. "Shouldn't soul masters rely on their own strength in battle? How can we depend on external tools like those?"

Wang Yan nodded. "You're not wrong. Many senior figures at the academies think the same way."

"But judging by this tournament, that way of thinking is already outdated."

The academies' senior figures were all veteran soul masters whose experience dated back at least fifty or sixty years. Many had no idea how far soul tools had developed.

Never mind ten thousand years from now—even at present, Sun Moon Academy already had soul tools capable of dealing with Titled Douluos, or even Limit Douluos.

"Teacher Wang Yan, what should we do, then? Will we be at a disadvantage in the matches ahead?" Xiao Xiao asked worriedly.

"You don't need to worry about that. I've already found a solution."

"There's a soul tool auction tonight. I'll take you there to buy some soul tools. Familiarize yourselves with them as quickly as possible, and you'll be able to use them in the matches afterward."

"Of course, if you really don't want to use them, I won't force you."

"Teacher Wang Yan, let's go take a look, then," Wang Dong'er