The newcomer was naturally Chicken Leg Douluo Xuan Zi. Although his disheveled hair obscured most of his face, his signature pose-a wine gourd in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right-immediately revealed his identity.
Apart from him, Huo Yuhao had never seen anyone at Shrek Academy dressed like a beggar, as though he were cosplaying Hong Qigong.
"I haven't had time these past few days. Haven't I been preparing for this selection tournament?" Huo Yuhao was hardly polite to Xuan Zi, either.
The old bastard never knew how to speak like a decent human being and was always trying to scheme against him. Unfortunately, his intelligence left much to be desired. To Huo Yuhao, the schemes he devised were no better than children playing house, with absolutely no substance to them.
"Hmph!" Helpless against Huo Yuhao's attitude, Xuan Zi could only turn toward Wang Yan beside him.
"Little Yan, is everyone here?"
Wang Yan replied respectfully, "Everyone is here. There are twenty-six Martial Soul Department students from the second through fifth years, and only one from the Soul Tool Department."
"Mm. Then let's go in." As he spoke, Xuan Zi turned and staggered into the Soul Fighting Zone.
Everything in the Soul Fighting Zone remained as it had been, but today there were no teachers inside, nor any students there to engage in soul fighting.
Xuan Zi walked all the way to the center of the Soul Fighting Zone before stopping, while the Core Disciples took their places under their teachers' guidance.
Xuan Zi took a bite of his chicken leg and said indistinctly through his mouthful, "Listen up, you little fellows. The rules for the selection tournament are very simple. I call it a Team Free-for-All. That means you can attack anyone you please within this