Watching the young Soul Masters below the platform grow excited, Wang Yan smiled in satisfaction.
It seemed these little fellows had all had their enthusiasm stirred up.
"All right, if I keep talking, you little fellows will probably start fighting among yourselves first."
"Whether you're enemies or friends is for you to weigh up, but don't forget one thing: besides yourselves, you also have opponents from the third, fourth, and fifth years."
"I'm not asking for much, but at the very least, you dozen or so had better not be wiped out completely."
"If the other teachers hear that our second-year students were allowed to participate in the selection tournament for the first time ever, only for a dozen or so of you to go in and not a single one to remain, I won't have the face to show myself."
Wang Yan's words instantly ignited the fighting spirit in every young Soul Master in the class, Chen Ping included.
Dai Huabin slammed his hand on the desk, his aura as a rank-thirty-seven Soul Elder sweeping outward. "Don't worry, Teacher Wang. There will definitely be a place for us in this selection tournament!"
"Good! Now that's rousing!"
Wang Yan nodded with a smile, though he could not help feeling surprised. It had only been a few days since this boy finished his Upgrade Assessment, yet he had already gained some insight and risen another rank?
If his guess was right, even among this year's third- and fourth-year Core Disciples, those whose cultivation surpassed Dai Huabin's could probably be counted on one hand.
Zhu Lu had originally been quite confident about advancing from thirty to seven, but when she heard Dai Huabin start claiming the championship on credit again, her heart immediately seemed to skip a beat.
*They weren't going to