The teacher refereeing the finals was a Soul Emperor. He called the six students over and explained the rules. "During the finals, you may move anywhere within the arena, but those with flying martial souls must not rise more than ten meters above the ground. To let you display your full strength, you may attack with everything you have. There is no need to hold back."
"I will keep the match under control. Anyone I rescue, or anyone who leaves the arena for any other reason, will be considered eliminated. Does everyone understand?"
"Understood," both teams answered in unison.
Huo Yuhao surveyed the arena. With only the final match remaining, all the partitions that had originally divided the grounds had been removed, leaving an exceptionally vast space. Exploiting the rules to eliminate his opponents by throwing them out of bounds was now all but impossible.
When he was younger, Huo Yuhao had been able to bridge the gap between them with his artificially accelerated physical development and combat experience, easily keeping Dai Huabin under his thumb. But as their ranks increased, it was only a matter of time before Dai Huabin overtook him. He was not sure whether he could still beat Dai Huabin, who was now a Soul Elder.
Still, Dai Huabin's individual strength did not matter that much. This match was a team battle.
"Both teams, state your names."
"Huo Yuhao."
"Wang Dong."
"Xiao Xiao."
"Dai Huabin."
"Zhu Lu."
"Cui Yajie."
The last member of Dai Huabin's team was a girl with long pink hair, and she caught Huo Yuhao's attention.
She seemed to possess a trace of the mental attribute.
While researching his own martial soul, Huo Yuhao had discovered something rather unexpected. Mental-attribute attacks inflicted greater damage on opponents who shared that attribute, unlike other matching