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The next day, the sunlight was just right and the breeze was mild. On the arena, the thirteenth round of battle was already poised to erupt.
Chang'an Academy and Yueyang Academy faced each other in circular formations, Soul Power and watery radiance surging against one another in the morning light.
With his hands clasped loosely behind his back, Yue Qiansong looked toward the opposing side's tightly arranged formation and chuckled. "... Our young Xiaojun... hang up the battle-exemption sign..."
Before he could finish, Yue Lexing cut him off sharply. "Watch your words!"
The Soul Rings around his wrist flickered faintly, and his lightning-sharp gaze swept over the two teams in the arena.
Lu Jingcheng had joked with Yue Lexing about surrendering, but that was impossible.
After all, ordinary advanced Soul Master academies like theirs entered the tournament mainly to display their abilities and broaden their horizons.
This time, the Yueyang team had learned from Lyon Academy's painful lesson: spreading out had left its members facing Chen Xiaojun's "Moon-Cold Tide" alone.
They huddled tightly together, drawing into an area a dozen or so meters across and forming a circle, ready for battle.
As soon as the formation took shape, the surrounding pool water answered its summons, churning into imposing whirlpools.
It was worth mentioning that, with so many Water-System Academies making impassioned appeals, a ring of water had been added around the circular arena for the past two or three tournaments.
This ring of water made combat far more convenient for water-specialist Soul Masters, significantly improving the Water-System Academies' results over the last two tournaments.
Historically, Water-System Academies had languished at the bottom of the Gaoying Tournament rankings.
Yet the Douluo Continent was surrounded by seas, while rivers crisscrossed its interior, a hundred waterways