Mo Yuan's Guidance

Lin Chen walked down the steps alongside Zhu Zhuqing, his feet treading the Arena's solid Bluestone surface.

He looked composed, his pace neither hurried nor slow, but inwardly, he was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.

Lin Chen knew perfectly well that they hadn't won through overwhelming strength. They had simply gambled on taking the initiative, won that gamble, and caught their opponents off guard.

He hadn't revealed even a fraction of his true trump cards.

The two returned to the second-tier spectator stands and easily found their previous seats. The moment they sat down, Mo Yuan turned toward them, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Now that you've fought them and experienced their strength firsthand, how solid are those two new students' foundations?"

Lin Chen instinctively rubbed his palms together. The lingering warmth of the Arena's stone surface hadn't quite faded. After two seconds of silence, he answered earnestly:

"Teacher, I caught Tang San off guard. He definitely has plenty of trump cards left, but he never got a chance to use them today."

"We were lucky to win this round. We just struck first and threw off his rhythm."

"At first, he couldn't figure out how my Glazed Fox's support worked, and he didn't understand Zhu Zhuqing's movement patterns either. We managed to suppress him for a while, which was why he lost so decisively."

Lin Chen looked toward the Soul Fighting Arena's exit, a trace of gravity in his eyes:

"Once they get back, they'll absolutely go over today's match from start to finish. They'll pick apart every last detail of my Soul Skills, the way I provide support, the openings in Zhu Zhuqing's movements, and her habits when exerting force."

"The next time we meet, they'll definitely plan specifically around our fighting style. It