The format of the Soul Fighting Tournament had gradually changed through generations of accumulated experience. By now, nearly every stage had become richer and more varied.
"By the way, Jiang Hai, how is your recovery coming along?" Wu Tong asked. They had witnessed his condition when he came down from the arena. Without Ma Xiaotao, he would not even have been able to stand.
"I'm fine now," Jiang Hai said. "I can handle the upcoming matches without any trouble."
Wu Tong hesitated before asking, "Then that burst of power three days ago... can you still...?"
Jiang Hai shook his head. "Not anytime soon. But if we can hold out until the finals, I might be able to unleash that kind of power again!"
"The finals..." Wu Tong's gaze grew distant. Those two words were still far too remote for them. Even if they advanced as the top team in their group, eight other teams would also advance as group winners, and none of them would be much weaker than the Dou Ling Royal Academy. Fighting their way into the finals among teams like those...
Wu Tong nodded. "That's fine. Just focus on recovering. Now, let's work out our tactics for tomorrow's match against the Blazing Plume Academy team..."
Night fell, and Wu Tong finished laying out the tactics. Since they still had a match tomorrow, Wu Tong had not taken up too much of everyone's time.
As dusk spread across the sky, Jiang Hai walked out of the Star Emperor Hotel.
In the darkness, Jiang Hai's features blurred, and his height shifted slightly. Soon, an entirely new face appeared. Had anyone from the Soul Guidance Technology Research Group been there, they would certainly have recognized him as Master Ji Bronze Coffin, the pioneer of soul guidance technology.
Jiang Hai took