Tang San opened his eyes.
"Third Sister, your soul power..."
Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled slightly.
Tang San stood up, stretched his limbs, and calmly replied.
Level 43.
Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Level 43!
After absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring, his soul power soared to level forty-two!
"good!"
Flanders quickly agreed.
Then he rubbed his hands together.
"Xiao Gang, what are we waiting for?"
After saying that, Flander grabbed Tang San and Yu Xiaogang by the shoulders.
"Flander! He needs time to stabilize!"
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking, a powerful aura erupted from Flander.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
A giant phantom of a cat-owl soared into the sky. Flander, holding Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into the horizon.
Soto.
On the eve of the game, the entire city was enveloped in a frenzied atmosphere.
The streets were filled with colorful banners, displaying the school emblems and slogans of various Soul Master academies.
"Star Luo Royal Academy, the champion's choice, the king's team!"
"Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, glory is my life!"
The walls were covered with huge posters of star players from various teams, attracting countless teenagers to stop and scream.
The largest crowd gathered in front of an inconspicuous bulletin board.
There were no posters of star players here, only a notice written on the roughest paper with a few lines of crooked, large characters.
Shrek Academy is recruiting team members!
A tall young man squeezed through the crowd and read out the contents of the document.
"Recruitment criterion one: those with exceptional talent are not eligible!"
"Second requirement for recruitment: those with innate soul power higher than level three, please do not apply!"
"Recruitment requirement three: Those with a perfect, flawless martial soul are not eligible!"
"Recruitment requirement number four: those who are not from commoner backgrounds will not be accepted!"
"Limited to eight people, recruitment will stop once the quota is reached?!"
After he finished reading it, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"What the hell is this thing?"
"Should we recruit trainees or useless individuals?"
Immediately, someone nearby echoed his sentiment.
"I think some bastard is playing a prank!"
"They don't want people with good talent, they don't want people with good martial spirits, are they just here to cause trouble?"
"Shrek Academy? Never heard of it. It's probably a scam academy trying to rip off enrollment fees."
The discussions rose and fell, filled with mockery and disdain.
However, on the outermost edge of the crowd, a pale-faced young man stared intently at the notice.
His name is Luo Fan.
A student at Canghui Academy, 23 years old this year.
Martial Soul: Netherworld Wolf.
Level 35 Battle Soul Master.
At this age and level, in any ordinary advanced soul master academy, he would be a sure substitute, or even a main player.
But at Canghui Academy, the only response he received was a cold "You have no chance."
Why?
Putting aside the lineup of Canghui Academy this time, his martial soul, the Netherworld Wolf, also has a fatal flaw.
Under the moonlight, his combat power is comparable to that of a level 40 Soul Master, but once it comes to daytime, his strength will be reduced by 30%.
However, most of the competition's schedule takes place during the daytime.
He had considered contacting them privately and applying to other colleges.
But precisely because of this, no one is willing to waste their precious spot on an unstable factor.
However, the Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament is his only chance.
It was his only springboard to escape his commoner status and enter the sights of the two great empires or major sects.
If he misses this opportunity, his best option after graduation will be to work as an unknown deacon in the Spirit Hall of a small city.
He was unwilling to accept it.
He ignored the laughter around him; he was focused on the small print at the very bottom of the notice.
"I'll give you a future you can't even imagine."
Luo Fan clenched his fists.
fraud?
mischief?
So what?
He has nothing left, so what else can he be swindled out of?
He silently squeezed through the crowd, noted down the address on the notice, and headed in that direction.
It was a secluded alley, at the end of which was a dilapidated hotel that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
Luo Fan took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking rather refined was sitting behind the counter reading a book.
"Are you here to register too?"
Yu Xiaogang looked up and adjusted his glasses.
"yes."
Luo Fan's voice was a little hoarse.
"Come with me."
Without further ado, Yu Xiaogang got up and led him to the backyard of the inn, opening a secret door leading underground.
A smell mixed with the stench of blood and plants wafted towards us.
Luo Fan's heart sank.
Something just doesn't look right about this place.
He followed Yu Xiaogang down the steps, and the scene before him made him freeze.
In the spacious basement, there were seven or eight enormous soul beast corpses laid out!
Each one exudes the aura of a thousand-year-old soul beast.
Beside the corpses of these soul beasts sat five or six figures.
Dark purple vines extended from the shadowy corners, one end connected to the corpse of the soul beast, the other end attached to the backs of those people.
The vines seemed to be alive, throbbing slightly.
Luo Fan could even see wisps of pale red energy being drawn from the corpses of the soul beasts along the vines and slowly injected into the bodies of those people.
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