Chen Xiaojun narrowed his eyes slightly and said without a ripple in his expression, "We can't tell much about his physical abilities yet, but how high was his innate soul power?"
Ma Zhibin glanced around, making sure no outsiders were present before saying quietly, "9.4."
"That really is high," Chen Xiaojun said in surprise.
9.4. That number meant this boy possessed exceptional talent, even greater than his older brother Jianjun's had been.
Across the continent, roughly twenty thousand people awakened soul power and became Soul Masters each year, but scarcely any reached level 9 or above. They truly were one in ten thousand.
Full soul power was even rarer. Even under the best circumstances, only one appeared every five or six years on average-a one-in-a-hundred-thousand rarity.
The boy in the arena was still shouting excitedly, seemingly immersed in his own world.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaojun and Ma Zhibin fell into thought below the arena.
The young Ma Liang stood proudly aloof in the arena. He swept his gaze over the spectators, and when no one stepped forward to challenge him, a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.
With his hands on his hips and his brows knitted tightly, he shouted at the crowd, "My name's Ma Liang! I'm ten years old, a level 27 Soul Grandmaster! Who wants to come up and play with me? Don't tell me you're all trash!"
That indiscriminate barrage of insults caused quite a stir in the crowd.
Yet, contrary to Ma Liang's expectations, the crowd fell silent. No one answered.
He frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the effect of his words.
Looking around, he first let his gaze linger on the Chen Clan's performance preparation area. Then he abruptly turned and pointed straight at the Heaven Dou Academy students, shouting provocatively, "Hey, you lot!