At that, Huo Yuhao first nodded, then shook his head. "Not quite."
"Among your opponents this time, besides Soul Kings, there should be quite a few Soul Emperors too. Take that Meng Hongchen, for example."
Before Huo Yuhao could finish, Wang Dong'er's eyes widened. "We're fighting the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy? In the third match?"
"From the looks of things, that seems to be the case."
Chen Ping tilted his head and looked at the draw results notice Huo Yuhao had picked up from the bar, where a waiter had left it at some point.
The second round of the Continental Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament had ended, and forty-two teams had advanced to the third round.
Of those, thirty-two teams would be able to enter the round-robin stage. That would depend on their performance in the third round.
Victory guaranteed entry into the round-robin stage, while defeat still left a chance to compete on points.
And, as luck would have it, their opponent in this round-robin stage was none other than their old rival from the previous tournament-the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy!
Wang Dong was dumbfounded. Against this team, she was confident she would be no weaker than any individual from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, but asking her to pull off a one through seven was really asking too much.
Issued alongside the notice was an emergency rollback of the tournament rules, slashing the competitors' permitted airborne height from the initially outrageous unlimited altitude straight down to thirty meters. An ordinary flying soul tool would practically reach the ceiling as soon as it took off.
Once the rule rollback notice was issued, almost all the academies and sects of the Three Great Empires clapped and cheered, mocking the Sun Moon organizers