"Everyone who was eliminated, head back. You seven, stay."
Xuan Zi took a bite of his chicken drumstick. Behind his tangled hair, his eyes gleamed with a strange light as he scrutinized Chen Ping.
Although not one of the three students with twin martial souls whom the academy favored had made the top seven, Xuan Zi did not particularly care.
The academy offered plenty of opportunities to hone oneself. If they truly had potential they had yet to realize, they could train hard and challenge the main team members when the roster was posted.
Selecting seven reserve team members was enough. As for who those seven were, Xuan Zi did not particularly care.
Many students wore expressions as though they had thrown a punch into empty air.
Most had been declared defeated before they even got to demonstrate their strength.
But it was not as though they completely refused to accept it. They certainly could not beat the four senior Soul Ancestors, and Chen Ping was a monster among monsters.
As long as they had even a little shame, they could not possibly compete for Ning Tian's place as a top-tier support. Didn't that leave only Wu Feng?
But Wu Feng had scored a fucking hundred and seventy points on this year's upgrade assessment!
Even Wang Dong and Xie Huanyue, both Soul Elders, had failed to achieve that score, let alone the other Soul Grandmasters present.
As for the other third- and fourth-year students, they were indeed all Soul Elders, but who dared thump their chest and claim they could suppress Wu Feng, with her top-tier power attack system Red Dragon martial soul?
What, they knew a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon capable of Dragon Transformation was hard to handle, but thought they could deal with a Red Dragon instead?
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