"Referee, time to start."
Chen Ping spoke cheerfully, reminding the referee to hurry up and lower his hand, seemingly unconcerned that he was about to fight seven opponents alone.
The owner of that not particularly mature voice had, at this moment, become the focus of the entire venue.
Only then did the referee abruptly snap out of his daze. His raised right hand dropped instantly, and he shouted, "Begin!"
At the referee's shout, all seven members of the Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy released their Martial Souls almost simultaneously.
Honestly, these seven really could not be considered weak.
Predominantly yellow and purple rings radiated dazzling light.
Five of the seven had four rings, while only two had three. They had one more Soul Ancestor than the Reserve Team.
Ten thousand years ago, this lineup would already have surpassed the Four Elements Academy, with enough strength on paper to reach the semifinals of the Soul Master Tournament of that era.
Unless these people really were that talented at cultivation and all happened to look down on Shrek Academy, refusing to apply there, this could only mean one thing.
Like Chen Ping, these people were fellow drug users. They had all relied on popping drugs to awaken their talent and attain their current cultivation.
But at this moment, no one was paying any attention to the Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy.
Almost every spectator's gaze was focused on Shrek Academy-or, more precisely, on Chen Ping, who was already striding forward.
Even now, Chen Ping showed no intention of releasing his Soul Rings or summoning his Martial Soul. He simply walked toward the Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy's members, step by step.
This actually left the Tianling Academy members afraid to make any unnecessary moves.
They had clearly all released their Martial Souls.