The afternoon round of thirty-two soon arrived.
Of the ten freshman classes, Freshman Class One had six teams make it into the top thirty-two, the best result of any class.
But none of that mattered to Huo Yuhao. Whoever stood in his way from now on, he would defeat them.
When his own interests were not involved, he could certainly yield without a care. But when it came to competing for scarce resources, everyone had to rely on their own abilities.
"Contestants on both sides, state your names!"
The six students entered the arena and took their positions.
All three opponents were girls, with delicate features and tall, slender figures. They formed a triangle, two in front and one behind.
On the right at the front stood a girl with short red hair. Her expression was haughty, her gaze icy, and her upright stance securely shielded the girl behind her. To her left stood a girl with long, pale-green hair and gentle features, whose air inspired tender affection.
Behind them stood a girl with neatly cropped blond hair. She was very tall, even taller than Wang Dong.
The red-haired girl folded her arms and declared proudly, "Freshman Class Nine, Wu Feng, rank twenty-four power attack system Battle Soul Master."
Her ostentatious introduction seemed to displease the green-haired girl beside her. The latter gave her a mildly reproachful look, but still spoke gently. "Freshman Class Nine, Nanmen Yun'er, rank twenty-four agility attack system Battle Soul Master."
The blond girl spoke last, her tone calm. "Freshman Class Nine, Ning Tian, rank thirty-one support system Tool Soul Elder."
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao both jolted at those words.
A rank thirty-one Soul Elder? Apart from Dai Huabin's group, only two teams were led by Soul Elders, and they had actually run into one