Chapter 140 Still a Melee
"It's a ghost."
Xu Sanshi swore.
"We're both in fifth grade, and we're only at level 42 or 43. He's only in second grade, yet his soul power completely overwhelms us. Is there any justice in this world?"
What truly devastated Xu Sanshi was the white-haired woman standing behind Dai Huabin.
Xue Qingyao.
Level 65 Soul Emperor, Ultimate Ice.
This news had already spread among the senior management of both the inner and outer courts.
For a Soul Emperor to infiltrate this group of Soul Elders and Soul Sects and compete for a spot was no different from a max-level character going back to the newbie village to stomp on noobs.
"We can't fight them, we simply can't fight them."
Xu Sanshi shook his head.
"If it's a group elimination round later, I'd rather just admit defeat than face that Soul Emperor. Have you heard the news from the inner academy? Little Peach was frozen back in one move by her."
Bei Bei patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
Dai Huabin ignored the whispers of the two men. His gaze swept across the room, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Tang Ya didn't come.
This was normal. Although Tang Ya was the leader of the Tang Sect, her martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, was not particularly outstanding.
Neither her cultivation speed nor her combat ability met the requirements for becoming a core disciple of Shrek Academy.
However, judging by the time, Tang Ya's days at Shrek Academy should be numbered.
The plot point where, due to insufficient talent, she was eager for revenge and to revive the Tang Sect, ultimately went astray in Heaven Dou City and was taken away by the Holy Spirit Cult to become the Blue Silver Saintess, was slowly approaching.
Should they get involved in this?
Dai Huabin weighed the options in his mind for two seconds.
To him, Tang Ya's life or death was actually irrelevant.
However, Tang Ya was bound to the Tang Sect, bound to Bei Bei, and even involved with the Holy Spirit Cult.
If handled properly, this could become a very useful piece.
But that's a story for another time.
Just then, a soft sound of footsteps approached.
Ning Tian walked over with Wu Feng.
Today, the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School was dressed in a smart blue outfit. She didn't have her usual aloofness, but instead exuded a neat and efficient air.
She stopped beside Dai Huabin, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear her.
"Hua Bin, I have received the letter. My mother's reply was very clear."
Ning Tian paused briefly, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.
"As long as the clues you have are real, and as long as you can get the tower, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to pay any price."
"Any price?" Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Any price. Even if you need to mobilize all of our sect's liquid funds, or want a Title Douluo to help, we can talk."
However, this was all within Dai Huabin's expectations. For the sake of the Beautiful Silk Tulip, which could evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School would indeed be desperate.
"I appreciate your sincerity."
Dai Huabin's tone remained calm.
"But this isn't the place to talk business. Let's discuss it after today's selection matches. There's no rush."
Ning Tian took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Just then, a commotion arose at the entrance of the Soul Arena.
"Quiet down, everyone. What kind of behavior is this, chattering away like this?"
A slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty arena, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone turned their heads.
Leading the way was Du Weilun, the Dean of Students. He was carrying a thick folder and looked very serious.
But everyone's attention was drawn to the disheveled old man next to him.
The old man's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.
His clothes were greasy and their original color was no longer visible.
He was carrying a huge red gourd in his left hand and a half-eaten roast chicken leg in his right.
As he walked, he let out a burp.
This person was Xuanzi, a level 98 Super Douluo and a powerful figure in the Sea God Pavilion.
He was known as "Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult" and "Chicken Leg Douluo."
Upon seeing Elder Xuan make his appearance, Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi exchanged a glance.
No need to guess anymore. Apart from selecting the Shrek Seven Devils reserve team, there was no assessment in the outer academy that was worth a Super Douluo personally presiding over.
Du Weilen walked to the center of the field and cleared his throat.
"All core disciples, assemble immediately. Line up by grade."
Soon, more than thirty core disciples stood in a square formation in the center of the field.
Old Master Xuan casually tossed the chicken bone in his hand aside, took another big gulp of wine, and wiped his mouth haphazardly with his greasy sleeve.
His somewhat cloudy eyes swept across the crowd, finally lingering for a moment on Dai Huabin and Xue Qingyao.
"I think some of the clever kids have already guessed why I called you here today."
Old Master Xuan yawned and spoke slowly.
"That's right, our academy is about to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament. Today, we're going to select seven reserve team members from among you."
These words immediately caused a suppressed commotion in the crowd. That represented the highest honor of Shrek Academy.
Elder Xuan patted his belly and continued:
"In previous years, the selection process was always group matches. There were knockout rounds, point-based matches, and so on, which was too troublesome."
He suddenly laughed.
"Today, let's do something different."
Elder Xuan took two steps back, stretched out his greasy finger, and drew a large circle in the air.
"The rules are simple. Everyone, stay on the field."
"This place is big enough. When I say 'start' in a moment, you can do whatever you want."
"Whether it's a one-on-one fight, forming a gang, or even all of you teaming up against one person, I don't care."
"There are no rules in this arena. The only requirement is that if you are knocked out of the boundary line, or voluntarily surrender, or if I determine that you are incapacitated, you are eliminated."
At this point, the nonchalant look on Elder Xuan's face vanished, replaced by a suffocating sense of oppression.
"The selection process will end when only seven people remain on the field. The last seven are the winners. Do you understand?"
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
A free-for-all?
A melee involving over thirty people, leaving only seven survivors?
Xu Sanshi's face turned pale. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Dai Huabin not far away.
Dai Huabin stood there, with his partner Zhu Lu, who possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and Xue Qingyao, the level 65 Ultimate Ice Soul Emperor, standing beside him.
Behind them, Wang Dong'er, Xiao Xiao, and Cui Yajie, these formidable junior students, were subtly forming a group around them.
Xu Sanshi swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.
This wasn't a chaotic brawl; it was practically a one-sided cleanup show by these few freaks!
Once Xue Qingyao made a move, how could anyone else possibly compete?
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