"We won. We actually won."
Wang Yan stared, dumbstruck, at Chen Ping on the competition platform. Chen Ping hoisted the badly injured Bei Bei onto his back, exchanged a high five with Ning Tian, and slowly walked down from the Soul Fighting Arena. Wang Yan's eyes were filled with disbelief.
For a moment, his lips trembled with excitement, and he could not utter another word.
He had never imagined that their team of four Soul Ancestors and three Soul Elders could actually defeat a powerful team made up of three Soul Kings and four Soul Ancestors.
To put it bluntly, this year's team was at least seventy levels behind Zhengtian Academy-a gap of ten levels per person!!!
What was more, Zhengtian Academy's Soul Ancestors were all high-rank Soul Ancestors, and one of their three Soul Kings was as high as level 58. Meanwhile, Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei, the highest-level members of their own team, were only level 43 and level 42, respectively.
On closer calculation, this was not merely a seventy-level gap. They were a whole damn hundred levels behind!
In the entire history of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, there seemed to be no record of a team overcoming such an enormous combined level gap to fight and defeat a powerful opponent.
Unless it was...
Wang Yan suddenly thought of a record. The instant it came to mind, goosebumps erupted all over him, and a shudder of disbelief swept through his entire body almost at once.
No, that wasn't right. Even that record...
Wang Yan grew even more excited. What he had thought of was the First Generation Shrek Seven Devils, who had led the team that defeated the Spirit Hall Golden Generation ten thousand years ago.
But even they had only been seven low-rank Soul Ancestors