Zhu Zhuqing chose a jet-black cat mask. Its sharp, austere lines carried an air of cool aloofness, perfectly matching her nether civet martial soul and her reserved temperament.
Tie Zhan picked a brown bear mask. Its sturdy, heavy design conveyed steadiness and strength, perfectly fitting his role as a power attack tank.
Bai Ning, quiet and refined by nature, chose a minimalist white mask. Clean and neat, with no unnecessary patterns, it was understated yet pleasing to the eye.
Lively and spirited, Li Jiaojiao preferred eye-catching designs. She finally settled on a golden monkey mask, playful and nimble, brimming with energy.
Yang Ke and Zhang Ting kept things especially understated, both choosing half masks that covered only the lower halves of their faces. Light and discreet, they preserved as much freedom of movement as possible while fully concealing their identities.
Once everyone had chosen and put on their masks, they looked one another over, their eyes filled with curiosity at their unfamiliar appearances.
Mo Yuan swept his gaze over the group. Seeing that everyone was ready, he immediately waved a hand. "Everyone, move out. We're heading to the Suotuo City Soul Fighting Arena to begin today's combat training."
With their masks secured and their clothes straightened, the group followed their three instructors, their steps light as they headed straight for the Great Soul Arena in the center of Suotuo City.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the arena's main entrance.
But the moment they looked up at the enormous entrance, everyone froze. They exchanged looks, speechlessness written all over their faces.
The towering, imposing gates were firmly shut. It was nowhere near opening time yet.
The early-morning streets were slightly chilly, and the breeze stirred the hems of their clothes. For a moment, the scene was painfully awkward.
Holding