Wu Tong's heart surged, as though he could already see East Cang's future. Who said East Cang could only be an arts academy? Its full name was the East Cang Arts and Soul Master Academy, yet no one ever paid attention to the words "Soul Master." To the outside world, it was simply the East Cang Arts Academy. But they were all soul masters! Who would willingly settle for being nothing more than an artist in other people's eyes?
Wu Tong took a deep breath, settling his emotions and making his heart as calm as possible. The Soul Fighting Tournament had yet to begin; he could not afford to grow conceited. In a low voice, he said, "Now that Jiang Hai and Sun Yunhai have joined us, I'll adjust the team roster. I'll serve as team leader, with Xu Yunxiu as captain and Jiang Hai as vice-captain. The regular members will be Bingqin, Huo Wu, Feiyan, Xu Yunqing, and Lan Ling'er, and the substitutes will be Baozi and Sun Yunhai. During the tournament, one or more of our three support-system soul masters-Lan Ling'er, Baozi, and Sun Yunhai-may take the field depending on the circumstances. There is no distinction in standing between regular members and substitutes. Who takes the field will be decided entirely by tactical considerations. This glory belongs to all of you, and everyone must give it their all."
"The roster is settled and won't change. I'll submit it to the tournament committee tomorrow. There are roughly ten days left before the tournament officially begins, and you cannot slack off during that time. You still lack many things before you can be considered a complete team, so over these ten days, I'll put you through even stricter training to improve your coordination and understanding of one another. At the