The entire newly formed Freshman Class One arrived at the Soul Fighting Zone. Wang Yan paid the fee, and the soul fighting match between Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng was about to begin.
The two were already standing in the arena, waiting for Wang Yan to announce the start.
Huo Yuhao stared coldly at Wu Feng, his ice-blue eyes filled with contempt and indifference.
Below the arena, Dai Huabin looked up and said gravely, "That Wu Feng is in for it."
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao nodded. "We believe in Yuhao too."
A student nearby who had just been assigned to Freshman Class One asked in confusion, "Wait, Huo Yuhao only has one ten-year soul ring. He isn't even a Soul Grandmaster. How could he possibly beat Wu Feng?"
Tai Long, one of Freshman Class One's original students, snorted. "You have no idea. You can't judge Huo Yuhao by common sense at all. If you ask me, Wu Feng is definitely going to lose."
"She won't just lose."
Dai Huabin studied the chill deep in Huo Yuhao's eyes and said, emphasizing every word, "She's going to suffer!"
Only he knew what that expression on Huo Yuhao's face meant.
In the arena, Wang Yan said sternly, "Let me remind you again: this is only a sparring match between classmates. You may give it your all, but you must not maim your opponent. Once I see that one side has gained an overwhelming advantage, I will stop the match immediately. Understood?"
Huo Yuhao said flatly, "Teacher Wang, I know where to draw the line."
Wu Feng looked disdainful at his words. "You still dare to boast?"
With that, she turned and walked toward one end of the arena.
Huo Yuhao also backed away, his icy gaze fixed on Wu Feng the entire