In the second round, Chen Xiaojun faced Cheng Tai.
He was a level 31 Soul Elder who had only recently broken through, an outstanding talent of the younger generation, just like Zhao Mingsheng.
"Cheng Tai, don't lose. Young Master Xiaojun is no ordinary opponent. His soul power is of very high quality, and his body is strong too." Zhao Mingsheng's rumbling voice reverberated like a subwoofer.
Zhu Wukui had only just left the arena and was still recovering his soul power. He chimed in at just the right moment.
"Young Master Xiaojun has an extremely solid foundation in swordsmanship, and he applies it with great flexibility. His transitions are fast, almost flawless. His talent for combat is exceptional."
"Also, he has a finishing move. I can't tell you what it is, but it's powerful. Be careful."
Ma Wenyu shouted, his blood surging with excitement, "Old Cheng, Old Zhao lost to Young Master Xiaojun. If you lose too, our Four Youthful Beasts of Azure Blue will look bad."
"Burn, youth!"
Zhao Mingsheng's and Zhu Wukui's faces darkened, and they moved away from the fool in unspoken agreement.
Cheng Tai turned, waved, and strode toward the arena.
Cheng Tai had short black hair and a proportionate build, neither fat nor thin. His yellow eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Metal bracers encircled his arms, and a set of incredibly sharp finger guards gleaming with golden light covered his fingers. He carried himself with a bold, assertive air.
As far as Chen Xiaojun was concerned, his luck really was poor. He had faced Soul Elders two rounds in a row.
Of the thirty-nine participants in the clan tournament, only a dozen or so were Soul Elders.
Cheng Tai cupped his fist. "Young Master Xiaojun, your elimination of that fellow Zhao Mingsheng truly