Mo Yuan stood before everyone with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across their masks.
Honestly, even he was surprised by how quickly they had grown.
From their life-and-death trials in the Star Dou Great Forest to the tempering of real combat in the Soul Fighting Arena, they had undergone a complete transformation in both strength and temperament in just a few days. They were no longer the inexperienced youths who had first left the academy.
"That's enough two-person warm-up matches." Mo Yuan's voice was quiet, yet it firmly cut through their hushed chatter. "Next, prepare for seven-person team soul fighting."
All seven looked up at once, instinctively straightening their backs. Fighting spirit instantly flared in their eyes.
Solo matches tested individual strength, and two-person matches tested coordination and rapport. Seven-person team battles, however, tested tactics, positioning, adaptability, and the coordination of the entire team. Matches that intense were what truly honed people.
Everyone felt a little anticipation stirring inside.
"But don't rush to register just yet."
Mo Yuan shifted the subject, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"If you're fighting as a team, you need a proper team name. Your individual aliases are all over the place—Mad Bear, Ice Soul, Black and White, Li Dali. You can fool around when you're fighting alone, but team battles are a collective debut. A silly name will make you a laughingstock. Put your heads together and think of something that sounds good, has enough presence, and won't embarrass you."
At that, the seven immediately gathered in a huddle, their heads close together as they noisily talked over one another.
"Me first, me first!" Tie Zhan squeezed half a step forward and spoke in his rough voice. "I think the Mad Bear Team sounds great! Tough and imposing!