They had slogged through an entire month. The Soto Great Soul Arena was never quiet. The constant buzz of the crowd filled their ears, mingling with the repeated explosions of clashing soul power on the Arenas, piercing and feverishly hot.
Tediously repetitive training and every blood-pumping battle had long since become the unchanging routine of the Sun Never Sets Team's seven members.
For those thirty days, the seven of them practically lived in the Soul Fighting Arena. They never took a day off, and no one dared slack off. During the day, they split up to hone their solo fighting and two-person coordination. At night, everyone gathered to focus on team battles.
They no longer stuck to a single section, instead making their way through every Arena in the venue. Their opponents came in all varieties, with countless bizarre fighting styles. Some charged headlong, some kited, and some played it safe while building up their strength.
The relentless pressure of frequent, intense combat forced every one of them to grind away their weaknesses, making their strength more solid by the day.
During the day, they went their separate ways, signing up for individual and pairs matches. One-on-one bouts were the most grueling, but they also did the most to improve their raw ability.
Reactions in the moment, precise soul power control, movement and positioning—there were no shortcuts. These were genuine skills forged through taking hit after hit and fighting battle after battle.
Once darkness fell, the Soul Fighting Arena became packed to bursting, the uproar numbing their eardrums. The seven gathered on time, put on their masks, and stepped onto the Arena to face the fiercest competition of the night: team battles.
As their match count grew, their teamwork, ability to withstand pressure, and battlefield experience all improved in tangible,