Seeing that Ye Qing and Xue Zhenyu's group of seven had all taken their stances, the Main Team's seven members tacitly left the Soul Fighting Arena. Naturally, Yan Shaozhe would not spoil the mood by saying this was against the rules.
If he were the sort to say that, he would never have agreed to let Ye Qing fight ten opponents alone during his second-year Promotion Assessment. The scene now was so very similar to that assessment.
Even his face could not help showing a hint of anticipation. Even he could not quite see through this junior brother of his. He was truly curious just how strong Ye Qing could be!
"Since you've reached an agreement, I shall referee this Soul Fighting match!" Yan Shaozhe floated into the air and stood there with his hands behind his back. "With me watching over you, feel free to use your full strength. There's no need to worry."
"Understood!" everyone on the platform answered in unison.
"Very good. Both sides, step back and release your Martial Souls!" Yan Shaozhe watched both sides prepare, then raised his right hand high. After counting down from three, he swung it down sharply.
"Begin!"
Shing, shing, shing!
The instant Yan Shaozhe finished speaking, Xue Zhenyu struck first. The Ice Sword in his hand slashed three times in quick succession, sending icy-blue sword rays cleaving through the air toward Ye Qing. Two sealed off his avenues of escape, while the third aimed mercilessly straight at his neck.
The other six acted at once as well. Rays of light scattered from Ming Jing's hands, covering her six teammates and abruptly raising their auras a notch.
A pair of brilliant golden flame wings unfurled behind Wu Ming. Her long legs bent slightly, then the wings on her back beat fiercely,