On the evening of the tournament's third day, Wang Yan gathered all the team members in the conference room for a meeting.
Right off the bat, Wang Yan gave everyone some good news: Yao Haoxuan's injuries were healing a little faster than Military Doctor Wang had expected.
Including travel time, the big fellow might be able to compete in their third match-their second match of the round-robin stage.
Everyone on the Reserve Team felt a weight lift from their shoulders.
Although Chen Ping's intimidation tactic of blasting the Championship Contender Soul apart with one punch and making everyone cry "Commander, I'm a Freeloader" felt great, paper could not keep a fire wrapped up forever.
Now, a genuine Soul King was finally about to return to the team. Even if that person was Yao Haoxuan, a rather peculiar control-and-support Soul Master, everyone still felt excited.
Wang Yan looked at Chen Ping. "Chen Ping, in that first battle, you showed everyone the spirit of our Shrek Academy and made Shrek's glory shine all the brighter."
"Over the past two days, I've been watching the other academies' matches and listening to reactions from all sides to our first match at the opening ceremony. The results were even better than we expected."
"Many academies are now completely convinced that you alone could steamroll an entire team of Soul Ancestors, Chen Ping. Some even say you could take on seven Soul Kings by yourself."
At this, Wang Yan and everyone else chuckled, and the air filled with merriment.
"What? Can't I take on seven Soul Kings?"
Chen Ping grinned. "That's the attitude we need to keep when we go out. If we don't believe I can take on seven Soul Kings ourselves, how can we make the other academies believe it?"
The Reserve Team burst